<?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-1705692250368921068</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:31:31.632+08:00</updated><category term='mangas'/><category term='meme'/><category term='SuJu'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Wushu'/><category term='songs'/><category term='school life'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='lists'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='babbles'/><category term='videos'/><category term='games'/><category term='updates'/><category term='blog'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='life'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='computer'/><category term='boutique'/><category term='review'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Love quotes'/><category term='Rubik&apos;s Cube'/><category term='micrsoft'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>Hush</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-2970810574193463069</id><published>2010-05-08T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:32:34.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>Resurruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S-V1DaO8utI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8lbDK7bYBQw/s1600/airplanes_by_benzedrineaddiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S-V1DaO8utI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8lbDK7bYBQw/s320/airplanes_by_benzedrineaddiction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468906023953414866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Airplanes&lt;br /&gt;~B.O.B featuring Hayley Williams~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, blogger is screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;: /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went blog-jumping just now after I saw this photo of a friend I haven't met for like two years.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my primary school friends. ):&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you are one of them,&lt;br /&gt;Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-2970810574193463069?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/2970810574193463069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=2970810574193463069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2970810574193463069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2970810574193463069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/05/resurruction.html' title='Resurruction'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S-V1DaO8utI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8lbDK7bYBQw/s72-c/airplanes_by_benzedrineaddiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1409301398518517647</id><published>2010-03-16T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:12:50.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5848z3CALI/AAAAAAAAAU0/v_miHat6ANs/s1600-h/Red_red_life_by_colorrrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5848z3CALI/AAAAAAAAAU0/v_miHat6ANs/s320/Red_red_life_by_colorrrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449136691505922226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are living in a material world,&lt;br /&gt;And I am a material girl.&lt;br /&gt;~'Material girl' by Madonna~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In about 18 days, I will be celebrating my 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And we all know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;Presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, my parents have already asked me what do I want for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you've probably all know this from my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;A PS3 + FFXIII.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they turned that down.&lt;br /&gt;Flat.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;I've already saved enough for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;Not all I have to do is wait for my dad to come home from Beijing and bring me to go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really so many things I want.&lt;br /&gt;Books, games, art stuff...&lt;br /&gt;So many many things I want.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;It's not I could print money or something.&lt;br /&gt;But that would be illegal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;One more day to go before my daddy comes home.&lt;br /&gt;Weeee.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssstt... I love Moof products.&lt;br /&gt;They are soooo preeetty.. (:&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/1705692250368921068-1409301398518517647?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1409301398518517647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1409301398518517647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1409301398518517647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1409301398518517647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/presents.html' title='Presents'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5848z3CALI/AAAAAAAAAU0/v_miHat6ANs/s72-c/Red_red_life_by_colorrrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1790194962640137698</id><published>2010-03-14T14:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:24:54.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5yGYXJNrEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kWyZcj80yV4/s1600-h/broken_promise_by_don_paolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5yGYXJNrEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kWyZcj80yV4/s320/broken_promise_by_don_paolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448377402299100226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;Losers make promises they often break.&lt;br /&gt;Winners make commitments they always keep.&lt;br /&gt;~Denis Waitley~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of broken promises!&lt;br /&gt;It's always been like this.&lt;br /&gt;I will...&lt;br /&gt;I will...&lt;br /&gt;I promise..&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single promise he made was broken.&lt;br /&gt;He said he would do this do that.&lt;br /&gt;In the end...&lt;br /&gt;It just comes down to one word...&lt;br /&gt;FAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;EPIC FAIL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday, he freaking promised me that he'll return it to me on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking him whether he'll keep his promise.&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying yes.&lt;br /&gt;And well...&lt;br /&gt;I believed him.&lt;br /&gt;I was too naive.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't keep his promise.&lt;br /&gt;HE DIDN'T EVEN GAVE ME A FREAKING CALL TO INFORM ME THAT HE CAN'T MAKE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;If something came up.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you just couldn't drop by.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;I texted your mom.&lt;br /&gt;First she told me you were at yuor uncle's.&lt;br /&gt;Then today.&lt;br /&gt;I texted her again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who wrote that message.&lt;br /&gt;but you were at church.&lt;br /&gt;And said that you would call me at noon.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;It's three.&lt;br /&gt;WAYY past 'noon'.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you haven't called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I'm never gonna believe in your words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that a man's promise is worth a thousand gold.&lt;br /&gt;Well, John.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you are no man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1790194962640137698?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1790194962640137698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1790194962640137698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1790194962640137698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1790194962640137698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5yGYXJNrEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kWyZcj80yV4/s72-c/broken_promise_by_don_paolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1901909983411593042</id><published>2010-03-12T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:22:25.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5pgjIl0gZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dzi9GsX4Shs/s1600-h/Sakli_Dilemma_Agaci_by_faegardn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5pgjIl0gZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dzi9GsX4Shs/s320/Sakli_Dilemma_Agaci_by_faegardn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447772855975838098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a sum of all your choices.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Albert Camus~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently suffering from a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sulking in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you know me, well.&lt;br /&gt;You should know that I'm saving up to buy a ps3.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to play Final Fantasy XIII.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid reason, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really that stupid...&lt;br /&gt;Cause some men, who are/were in a perfect marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to indulge into infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;*cough* Tiger Woods*cough*&lt;br /&gt;Just so they could satisfy their stupid desires.&lt;br /&gt;And risk ruining/ruined their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, exclude the whole marriage part, that's exactly how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, infidelity is stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a ps3.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my parents are like advising me against it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause they are all,&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyo, why do you want to get a ps3? Later when ps4 comes out, you will be crying. Wait until the price of the ps3 drop until rm500, then only buy la."&lt;br /&gt;-________-&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Rm500?&lt;br /&gt;That's gonna take like ten years!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the current price of the ps2!&lt;br /&gt;Though it's around 500-600, it came out during year 2000!&lt;br /&gt;Ten freaking years ago!&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, I was 4.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later, I'm gonna be 24!&lt;br /&gt;If the 2012-end-of-the-world prediction doesn't come true...&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 24, I would have probably graduated from college.&lt;br /&gt;And working...&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't care about a ps3 by then.&lt;br /&gt;I would be bothering about some futuristic gadget.&lt;br /&gt;Like a holographic game console or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm undecided, undetermined, unsure of what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;Should I get it?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help please! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1901909983411593042?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1901909983411593042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1901909983411593042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1901909983411593042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1901909983411593042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5pgjIl0gZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dzi9GsX4Shs/s72-c/Sakli_Dilemma_Agaci_by_faegardn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-686486440536597190</id><published>2010-03-11T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:50:42.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Tyrant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5juWIEbdNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tUCUGP-jy1A/s1600-h/_The_queen__by_manicho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5juWIEbdNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tUCUGP-jy1A/s320/_The_queen__by_manicho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447365813195207890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am your queen. Bow down to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there's gonna be this play.&lt;br /&gt;And the play is 'Pak Kaduk'.&lt;br /&gt;Which is about this dumb guy.&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted to have a chicken-fight with the king.&lt;br /&gt;And blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;Go Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I got a part!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Queen!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Boo-yeah!&lt;br /&gt;But I have no lines. So all I have to do is sit beside the king.&lt;br /&gt;Which is See Tho.&lt;br /&gt;And he's weird. O.o&lt;br /&gt;John got a part.&lt;br /&gt;He's the winning chicken and Alson's the chicken who lost.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny to watch them 'fight'.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself watching them.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I kept saying, "I sentence you into decapitation!"&lt;br /&gt;And I am officially known as 'Empress Dowager Ci Xi'.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Bow down to me!&lt;br /&gt;Or off with your heads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pak Kaduk (main)             - Jing Jie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mak Siti (main)                 - Kelly Yap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The king (main)                - See Tho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The queen                          - ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The four ministers           - Sing San, Tamil, and someone else...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pak Kaduk's supposter   - Lawrence and...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biring si Kunani                - John&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Si Jalak                              - Alson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guards                              - Jia Ning and Keng May&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ladies-in-waiting            - Li Wen and Pui Yen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't think I've missed out any roles.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember some.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&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/1705692250368921068-686486440536597190?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/686486440536597190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=686486440536597190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/686486440536597190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/686486440536597190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/tyrant.html' title='Tyrant'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5juWIEbdNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tUCUGP-jy1A/s72-c/_The_queen__by_manicho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6686041414955407811</id><published>2010-03-10T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:25:13.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>Obligation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5emarkVW2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9rFwmJLIL6Q/s1600-h/319068b0b879e186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5emarkVW2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9rFwmJLIL6Q/s320/319068b0b879e186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447005251629833058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're wondering where you're going next&lt;br /&gt;You've got you head pushed to my chest&lt;br /&gt;And now you hoping, that someone'll let you in&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll sure let you in.&lt;br /&gt;~'Kelsey' by Metro Station~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what should I write/ type...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't really have an idea about what I should type.&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to post this.&lt;br /&gt;It was like an obligation.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've caught on the blog-bug again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not complaining. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I wanted to play truant?&lt;br /&gt;Well, school wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;My test results were good.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfactory, at least.&lt;br /&gt;But then there was maths..&lt;br /&gt;But I'll give it a pass cause it was really hard.&lt;br /&gt;Like 'xiao' hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;i got the highest marks for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully, my Chinese sucks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;But 96.. I was like O.o&lt;br /&gt;Wha....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social-wise, wasn't really what I'll call good.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are split into two groups.&lt;br /&gt;And two of my best friends are like in different groups.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like torn...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;God knows what happened to them&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I've been spending a lot of time with John.&lt;br /&gt;He's so fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shout-out to you, fat water! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my stupid English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Hello la, you were freaking wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you're right.&lt;br /&gt;You'll just make a fool out of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention everyone's gonna hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Screeeww you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;br /&gt;Considering that this post began from nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. New story! 'Traitors and Assasins'&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5802728/1/Traitors_and_Assasins"&gt; HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6686041414955407811?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6686041414955407811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6686041414955407811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6686041414955407811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6686041414955407811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/obligation.html' title='Obligation'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5emarkVW2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/9rFwmJLIL6Q/s72-c/319068b0b879e186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8216797839961706471</id><published>2010-03-08T20:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:24:59.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Truancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5TppL9Df5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/gox7PUB9EFI/s1600-h/School_by_iNCORRiGiBLE_CHiLD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5TppL9Df5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/gox7PUB9EFI/s320/School_by_iNCORRiGiBLE_CHiLD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446234743190552466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don't we run away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can leave our problems at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~'Runaway' by Artist vs Poet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you've been following my Twitter, I've been saying that I intend to skip school for a week, which I still intend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went to school today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Caz I'm a chicken that way.&lt;br /&gt;Not the type who struts around in chow kit though, if that's what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't want to go to school today (or the whole week, in fact) was because I didn't want to face the results for my class test.&lt;br /&gt;I know I did badly.&lt;br /&gt;And the only subject I have full confidence is English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was not that bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;I got o know that I got rather high marks for geography and kh which is house economics or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get why someone was sulking when she got 95 for geo.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I got like 92, which is three marks less than her, if you can't do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still afraid of the marks I've achieve in my other tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, shit, shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, though I doubt luck's gonna help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now imma go study an continue reading 'Dear John'.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, savannah us supposed to be a brunette?&lt;br /&gt;But Amanda Seyfried's a blonde...&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8216797839961706471?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8216797839961706471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8216797839961706471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8216797839961706471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8216797839961706471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/truancy.html' title='Truancy'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5TppL9Df5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/gox7PUB9EFI/s72-c/School_by_iNCORRiGiBLE_CHiLD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6660813790677198779</id><published>2010-03-08T09:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:29:33.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>I'm an immigrant. Me like. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5RQfJZgzpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mkROlVnrJPw/s1600-h/books_by_de_ice11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5RQfJZgzpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mkROlVnrJPw/s320/books_by_de_ice11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446066345426865810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eading makes immigrants of us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes us away from home, but more important,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it finds         homes for us everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                   ~ Hazel Rochman ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm an avid reader.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;I love reading.&lt;br /&gt;My friends don't really understand why most of the time I have a book in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;It's just nice, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;It transports you to another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Except that movies are mostly an hour plus, three hours at most.&lt;br /&gt;But it'll take you days or weeks to finish a book.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess books are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this book store called &lt;a href="http://bookxcessblog.com/"&gt;Bookxcess&lt;/a&gt; in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;They sell books which are like... Excesses.&lt;br /&gt;And their prices are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And every year, they'll have this sale called 'Big bad wolf book sale'.&lt;br /&gt;Which happens in around May and November every year.&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, that book sale is a total bookworm's heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the fine wine, 72 virgins and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;That book sale is MY heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Most novels are sold at RM8.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes RM5.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other genres of books.&lt;br /&gt;Like motivational books, arts, sports etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently patiently for their announcement for the next book sale.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of books I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Percy Jackson series. ~ Rick Riordan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paths of glory ~ Jeffrey Archer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The five people you meet in heaven ~ Mitch Albom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The da vinci code ~ Dan Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deception point ~ Dan Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lost symbol ~ Dan Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P.S. I love you ~ Cecilia Ahern&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The queen's thief series ~ Megan Whalen Turner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dear John ~ Nicholas Sparks&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Might add more sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using a lot of bullets these days eh? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6660813790677198779?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6660813790677198779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6660813790677198779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6660813790677198779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6660813790677198779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-immigrant-me-like.html' title='I&apos;m an immigrant. Me like. (:'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5RQfJZgzpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mkROlVnrJPw/s72-c/books_by_de_ice11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7871595444674756770</id><published>2010-03-07T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:08:38.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Task list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5OyXv-OjEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9LLGtAUbBl0/s1600-h/Task_List_by_neuro_riviera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5OyXv-OjEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9LLGtAUbBl0/s320/Task_List_by_neuro_riviera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445892495505263682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a shiny new beginning we cordially invite you to, into the dressing room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~'Dressing room' by Breathe Carolina&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still one more week of school before the holidays start.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm currently making a to-do-list so I won't get sidetrack or something during the one-week holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something, holidays are boring when you have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;During the year-end holiday last year, all I did was laze around and gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;And it was not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;paint every two days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study for at least one hour everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one hour of violin practice everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop sitting in front of the computer so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish reading my books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can only think of five now.&lt;br /&gt;Might add more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, there's only like four I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Might add more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a feeling I won't follow any of them.&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe for the painting one.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really wanted to do it but I had no time.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm starting to blog like Michelle. Hmm, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copycat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.P.S. I posted a story on Fanfiction. Go read it! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Link &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5798103/1/65_years/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7871595444674756770?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7871595444674756770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7871595444674756770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7871595444674756770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7871595444674756770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/task-list.html' title='Task list'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/S5OyXv-OjEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9LLGtAUbBl0/s72-c/Task_List_by_neuro_riviera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7918816949292287179</id><published>2010-03-06T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:21:37.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Hot stuff :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Lightning Thief just now.&lt;br /&gt;It's really Harry Potter-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me like. (:&lt;br /&gt;And you probably could tell that it was good from the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;You could also tell that I liked it cause it made me blog after a freaking long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, omigosh, the main guy, Percy Jackson AKA Son of Poseidon AKA Logan Lerman is hot stuff. A real eye-candy. Thus the title of my post.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really good. I had fun watching it. Especially Percy Jackson, he was seriously good looking. Nyahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He kindda reminds me of Chace Crawford though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I enjoyed watching the movie, I couldnt help but spot a few loopholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole movie revolves around the Greek gods accusing Percy of stealing Zeus's lightning bolt. Why in the world did they think that Percy stole the lightning? I mean, it's not like he knows his real identity at first, it's not like he knows he's Poseidon son.. So how in the world can he know how to steal the lightning. The only special power he knows he has was that he could hold his breath under water for a long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's this part where Percy, Annebeth and Percy's mom travels to the Empire State building to get to Mt. Olympus. And then when they reached there, there was this fight scene but after that, Percy's mom was like, "That's the door to Mt. Olympus." And then she did something and stepped into the elevator and she knew which button she should press. I thought she just hooked-up with Poseidon, right? And it's not like she could step foot on Mt. Olympus or something with her being a mortal and all. So how did she know how the door looks like and which button to press. Hmm... Maybe Poseidon was like, "Imma show you ma crib. But you can't set foot on it cause you are no god." Or something..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Anyways, it was a good movie nevertheless And I really wanna read the books.&lt;br /&gt;So can anybody be a good Samaritan and lend me the whole series? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7918816949292287179?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7918816949292287179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7918816949292287179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7918816949292287179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7918816949292287179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-stuff-p.html' title='Hot stuff :P'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8672083415122382987</id><published>2010-02-08T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:23:06.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Damn it, I miss you. ):</title><content type='html'>Half an hour ago, when I was jumping from profile to profile on Facebook, I landed on the profile of an old friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name? Samuel Ooi Kwun Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you are that guy, fuck this shit... I miss you loads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been like damn long since I've hear your voice and damn long since I've seen you in person.... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound sappy and all and you might be thinking, "WTF? Are you in love or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not really... Samuel was like one of my besties. He's on par with Lynnie and Carmen... Someone I can talk to, I laugh with and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all... These are the people I love and trust the most. Nt even LW or JN can beat them. Cuz these two are just people I have fun with. I can't really trust them but I can trust Carmen, Lynnie and long ago, Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I seriously sounded sappy. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8672083415122382987?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8672083415122382987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8672083415122382987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8672083415122382987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8672083415122382987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-it-i-miss-you.html' title='Damn it, I miss you. ):'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-3562822315256864581</id><published>2010-01-15T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:56:00.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>New post</title><content type='html'>I have created a new blog where there's only one post. It's private btw, and if you wanna read it, you could email me at my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is only opened to friends and friends only. So if you are interested in reading it, email/ msn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, don't leave a comment saying you want in. It will be ignored and maybe deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst... It's about this girl I hate and probably so do you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-3562822315256864581?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/3562822315256864581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=3562822315256864581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3562822315256864581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3562822315256864581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-post.html' title='New post'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8861218029744368950</id><published>2009-12-11T11:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:14:37.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Warning: Contains excessive rantings. May cause seizures. Proceed with caution. Thank you for wasting your time reading this useless warning. And now I'll shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning no. 2: If you are a huge-ass fan of 'The Twilight Saga' or if your name is Carmen Wong Ka Mun, do not proceed in reading this post. I repeat, DO NOT PROCEED IN READING THIS POST ! The author of this post values her life very much. If you insist on reading, you can always drop comment at the end of the post and please do not harm the author physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;I watched 'New Moon' a week ago or so. And to tell you the truth it was so-so. The good part was Taylor Lautner. He was a real eye-candy. Nice looks and those tantalizing 8 packs. Yum. (Man, I'm gonna hit my head against the wall after this. -__-) The movie plot and all were good actually. They didn't cut too much from the book. Then again, I couldn't care less about it. I'm not a fan. Carmen was annoyed and she kept complaining about it. -__- Besides Taylor and the plot, there was also Alice. I envy Ashley Green. She's so pretty with her short pixie hair. I looked crap with short hair. -__- To sum it all up, the plot, Taylor and Ashley were the only good parts. The rest, bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;First off, I really dislike Kristen Stewart. She looks so... boring.. Or characterless, whatever. I just don't like her and I don't get why she got the role for Bella. All she does in the movie is frown. And, (quote from &lt;a href="http://www.sun2surf.com/article.cfm?id=40968"&gt;The Sun &lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;moping and sulking and screaming like a banshee in her sleep. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this pretty much screams FAIL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Robert Pattinson. Pshhh... He's pretty much the same as the aforementioned girl. Frown and sulk. Pshhh.... I can do that. I'll do it for free too. : / It's hard for me to cry but freakingly easy for me to frown. It's hereditary I guess, cause my dad frowns all the time. Not because he's angry, but it's because he does that. For no reason, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, I thought Edward Cullen was supposed to be this drop-dead-gorgeous guy? RobPat does not seem that gorgeous to me. Heck, it's pretty hard for me to lay my eyes on him. He's not pretty, he's ugly. Not ugly ugly. But more like over-gorgeous ugly? He has what is defined as pretty. High cheekbones, strong jawline, high nose and all. But he is NOT pretty. He's over-pretty. And he always has the same expression all. the. effing. time. He always, always, ALWAYS, looks very stoned to me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need someone who is an eye-candy (Like Taylor) and I know just the right guy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Gaspard Ulliel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monsieur-biographie.com/superPost/imageUploader/redimensionner/gaspard-ulliel-1215116286-1903415240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monsieur-biographie.com/superPost/imageUploader/redimensionner/gaspard-ulliel-1215116286-1903415240.jpg" name="graphics1" vspace="5" width="250" align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you think he is like ze perfect actor for Edward. Even Stephenie Meyer thought he would suit the role for Edward. But then she scratched that thought away because she thinks he is just too 'old', he's 25 btw. And Stephenie Meyer has this 'theory' that the actor of Edward must not be older than 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES GASPARD LOOK OLDER THAN 21 TO YOU???!!!! &lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing that I don't like about Twilight... Did you guys (the ones who've already watched the movie, that is) noticed that the two main char (RP and KS) had like freakishly little dialogue. &lt;/span&gt;And they are supposed to be the main characters!! Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know RP got very little lines to say since Edward needed to go away, leave Bella and all that shit. But I've noticed that I barely heard Bella saying anything at all in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she did, it's just that I blocked her out because I can't stand her looking so moody all the damned time. &lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall go to a little corner and cry silently because Gaspard is not Edward, instead it's the ugly Rob Pattinson. *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8861218029744368950?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8861218029744368950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8861218029744368950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8861218029744368950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8861218029744368950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon_849.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-4296873967084150966</id><published>2009-12-09T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:34:53.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>New layout :D</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I have changed my blog template.From a dull and pink and typical template to a greenish and navi and awesome look. Believe it or not, it took me two hours to find and make little changes to it. Phew, but I'm glad that it came out right. So I'm happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-4296873967084150966?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/4296873967084150966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=4296873967084150966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4296873967084150966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4296873967084150966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-layout-d.html' title='New layout :D'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-9042031623386859516</id><published>2009-12-09T07:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:29:45.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Eternal love by Sugawara Sayuri (lyrics)</title><content type='html'>I can't find these anywhere. : / So I might as well post this one that I found. Bleh, what am I saying? I'm kindda contradicting my own words, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the song is from FFXIII. It's not the theme song, 'kimi ga iru kara' but I prefer this song over that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for those who know this song, enjoy; for the clueless ones, GO YOUTUBE, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eternal Love by Sugawara Sayuri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata to no ai ga&lt;br /&gt;Kono mama zutto tsuzuki masu you ni&lt;br /&gt;Yozora ni negau no&lt;br /&gt;Kono te wa mada hanase nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanigenai hibi kurikaeshi te ta&lt;br /&gt;nani mo kowaku naka' ta&lt;br /&gt;Futari de ashita wo futa rareru koto ga&lt;br /&gt;Atarimae da' ta ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyoi hitomi ni mamora re te iru&lt;br /&gt;Kono toki ga (tomara nai you ni)&lt;br /&gt;Takusan no hikari terasa re ta yokogao&lt;br /&gt;Mite itai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata to no ai ga&lt;br /&gt;Eien de aru you ni&lt;br /&gt;Yozora ni negau no&lt;br /&gt;Kono te wa mada hanase nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doushitemo amae te shimau motto otona ni nari tai noni&lt;br /&gt;Guchi toka yowane wo hakeru no wa anata shika i nai kara&lt;br /&gt;Hajimete kisuwo shita ano toki no&lt;br /&gt;Amai aji wo oboe te iru yo&lt;br /&gt;Ima omoe ba shiwase sugi ta no kamo ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo wo nagareru namida ni kig\duka re nai you ni (Yozora wo mite i te mo)&lt;br /&gt;"Aishiteru" anata no kotoba ga&lt;br /&gt;Kasuke ni furue te ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata to no at wo&lt;br /&gt;Ushinai taku nai kara&lt;br /&gt;Yozora ni chikau no&lt;br /&gt;Kono te wa mou hanase nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've noticed any mistake, feel free to tell me in your comments or the c-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-9042031623386859516?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/9042031623386859516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=9042031623386859516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9042031623386859516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9042031623386859516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/12/eternal-love-by-sugawara-sayuri.html' title='Eternal love by Sugawara Sayuri (lyrics)'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5459422084317316893</id><published>2009-12-08T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:31:38.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>La di di da</title><content type='html'>Man... It's been a while since I've updated eh? Well, blame my laziness. And to make it up for it, I shall be a pain-in-the-ass and rant about whatever comes to my mind aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the reason why I haven't been updating is not because I am lazy. No, that's not the only reason. The ptehr one is because I hate the format thing when you're typing a post. Blogger sucks, like really, really sucks. The space to type is just too small and the words are huge. Man, whenever I wanna re-read the post, I have to scroll.. scroll... scroll... Which pisses me off cuz I for one, am lazy and also impatient. So screw blogger. But when you think about, that's a stupid reason eh? But hey, it's true. I hate to blog because of the typing-box thingy. *shrugs* What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are here but I'm not exactly happy. It's not because I hate the holidays. No, no. I love holidays. It's just that, these days, holidays are boring. Let me tell you what I do during the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, CSI: NY, breakfast, bathe, read, computer, ffx, lunch, computer, tv, ffx, computer, dinner, computer, sleep. And that's about it.  And what happens to me is that I gain weight, my brain deteriorates, my eyes are getting worse and did I mention I get fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square Enix. I hate them. I really do hate them. I hate them for making me want to get their game. I hate them for making me lust for FFXIII. I hate them for making me getting scolded by my parents cuz I keep nagging them to get me a ps3. I hate them for creating addicting games. I hate them for creating weird and retarded merchandises (FFXIII elixir, FFXIII umbrella, FFVII Cloud perfume and FFXIII lightning perfume and the list goes on and on and on and on and on and on.) and making me want to but them. I hate them for making games with effing hard minigames(FFX chocobo race... Screw them) I hate them for creating a lightning ps3. I hate them for making characters that are like effing pretty/cute/hot/whatever other adjectives you can think of. I haet them for making their characters look the same. (Auron from FFX and Vincent Valentine from FFVII, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I hate them for making great games.... -.- Screw you Square Enix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out of ideas. So now I shall go and rot my brain by watching FFXIII's trailers over and over and over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5459422084317316893?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5459422084317316893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5459422084317316893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5459422084317316893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5459422084317316893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-di-di-da.html' title='La di di da'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-9039297761002830439</id><published>2009-10-28T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:19:11.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Should I? Should I not?  Drop Chinese</title><content type='html'>I want to drop Chinese. Cause I suck in it. Besides, it's not like I want to be someone who needs to be good  in this language to have a higher chance of employment in the future. I don't think Chinese is that important when it comes to careers taht are related to Science like doctor, engineer, dentist etc right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here comes the million-dollar question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD I OR SHOULD I NOT DROP CHINESE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-9039297761002830439?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/9039297761002830439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=9039297761002830439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9039297761002830439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9039297761002830439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i-should-i-not-drop-chinese.html' title='Should I? Should I not?  Drop Chinese'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-3689916107121028015</id><published>2009-10-24T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:40:20.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>The return of the blogger</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that Lynnie has revived her blog from it's tomb, I figure I might as well saved mine from it's brink of dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahh, god knows what I have no idea what I want to post so I'll just type out ten things that pop into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn how to use twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody teach me how to paint with acrylic paint? I'm gonna do it on Monday and I don't think it's gonna be easy. T.T Which reminds me, I still have to go to The Curve to get my art supplies. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 4 of music theory is completely confusing and scary. I swear. Grade one was ok, quite easy. Grade two was harder, but still OK. Grade three was average. But grade four, I almost got a heart attack when I was flipping through my workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Beyonce's concert postponed? Can someone please tell me? Is it because of the damned PAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West is an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Kam is SERIOUSLY weird.... and retarded. Come on, who tells a teacher 'Saranghaeyo'(I love you)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time to practice my violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Korean songs. Abracadabra, Sorry sorry, Ring ding dong, Genie and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Digi. Rm5 per day for going onto the web. Wow! And it's for the WHOLE day. And then theres UNLIMITED use of WLM for RM3 per month. And Digi is going 3G! How much more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo! I went to see Ethan Ruan and Cheryl Yang In Sunway. Ethan was bald, but he was really cute. :D Btw, did you know that Sunway Pyramid is a GREAT place to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, I'm done. See you guys in the next post. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-3689916107121028015?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/3689916107121028015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=3689916107121028015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3689916107121028015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3689916107121028015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/10/return-of-blogger.html' title='The return of the blogger'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7393376367663313155</id><published>2009-09-13T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:29:26.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thunder :p</title><content type='html'>I played Thunder on my violin for Audrey's farewell part... WHICH I wrote the notes myself and I had to learn in within one hour or so. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58c7455bb88dba0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58c7455bb88dba0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331506227%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57419E916BD210D1123C247EFE6D3DD96211C01D.77AAAAF8490B3C93BFAD9B5BC23B24A510276033%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58c7455bb88dba0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeU_3SPEfLi9vvve60S5UtSAhH_M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58c7455bb88dba0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331506227%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57419E916BD210D1123C247EFE6D3DD96211C01D.77AAAAF8490B3C93BFAD9B5BC23B24A510276033%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58c7455bb88dba0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeU_3SPEfLi9vvve60S5UtSAhH_M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I COMPLETELY screwed up in the end. My hands were trembling. -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7393376367663313155?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7393376367663313155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7393376367663313155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7393376367663313155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7393376367663313155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/09/thunder-p.html' title='Thunder :p'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7739101854657034577</id><published>2009-09-12T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:48:27.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Especially for Audrey</title><content type='html'>Me cousin Audrey held a 'goodbye' party today. She's going to Wales two days later. And I'll go into the details some other time. But this post is especially for Audrey, since I refused to give a speech at her party.   :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Audrey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, where to start? There's so many things I wanna say... Hmm... Well, let's start with memories. But I can't really remember anything right now, caz I'm not known for my AWESOME memory. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I remember the most is when I went over to your house to have a sleepover. I remember once, when I was 7-ish? I think... I couldn't sleep... It was four or five in the morning and no one was awake. So, I went out of the room to play with your Lego set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ten minutes later, you popped your head out of the room and was like "Why are you not asleep." And little me just answered, " I couldn't sleep." And sooooo, you were like "Ohh, I'll make you a glass of warm milk. Then you'll be able to sleep. :D" And you made me a glass of milk and I fell asleep, instantly. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was one time when you were 9 or 12? You were doing your homework and I was just sitting there, looking at you, asking you this and that... And I think you were probably rather pissed by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the end, I just wanna say: you've probably heard this for the hundredth time, but I wish you the best of luck and I love you and I'll miss you and I'll remember you, even though we don't share that many memories, but we're family. Cause you are ohana, and ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.... I love you Audrey, and wish you all the best in Wales. And hope you'll get use to Wales quick, especially their language/accent. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;Belle   (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7739101854657034577?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7739101854657034577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7739101854657034577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7739101854657034577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7739101854657034577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/09/especially-for-audrey.html' title='Especially for Audrey'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8712800716873742435</id><published>2009-08-22T14:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:08:38.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends + Project = Mess</title><content type='html'>NOTE: I wrote this yesterday and posted it today with all the watermarked photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 has hit SMK Sinar Bintang, so most of my friends didn't attend classes. But that's not the main reason, they(including me) were absent because the teachers were not teaching and we just decide to take a nice break, even though the holidays are only two days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my poor lazy friends were not that free these two days, they were busy finishing their Geography portfolio(which I had finished during the exams, ha!) So, they decided to gather at one place and finish the portfolio together. And guess where they went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been mad to allow them to come. Seriously. And it wasn't just for a day, TWO days they came to my house. Turning my house upside down would be an understatement. (Nah, I'm just exaggerating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have the photos for today but not yesterday. So, enjoy.. I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-W2UcunlI/AAAAAAAAATo/_-l8wdfxhGE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-W2UcunlI/AAAAAAAAATo/_-l8wdfxhGE/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372678740422598226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-W1-5Lv_I/AAAAAAAAATg/G0wwN8WmPTs/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-W1-5Lv_I/AAAAAAAAATg/G0wwN8WmPTs/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372678734636367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-W1XPb-vI/AAAAAAAAATY/HqhnjwaLIek/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-W1XPb-vI/AAAAAAAAATY/HqhnjwaLIek/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372678723992287986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V2f_E0KI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M8MuNyJk2PU/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V2f_E0KI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M8MuNyJk2PU/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372677644007821474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V10teSsI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZoCK9FgAEgs/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V10teSsI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZoCK9FgAEgs/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372677632391269058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers, papers, papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V1YzwmII/AAAAAAAAATA/g-z3HhXSbw8/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V1YzwmII/AAAAAAAAATA/g-z3HhXSbw8/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372677624901441666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom will have a heart attack when she sees this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V0_HfzCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q3Xpj1NqbPA/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V0_HfzCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q3Xpj1NqbPA/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372677618004904994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V0QzYGpI/AAAAAAAAASw/Bvyr9jeoOUY/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-V0QzYGpI/AAAAAAAAASw/Bvyr9jeoOUY/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372677605572483730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Manfred managed to work despite the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-Sdb5sjcI/AAAAAAAAASo/_5WkfcxDG40/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-Sdb5sjcI/AAAAAAAAASo/_5WkfcxDG40/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372673914879905218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-Scxs5LtI/AAAAAAAAASg/MrSljIGYhbM/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-Scxs5LtI/AAAAAAAAASg/MrSljIGYhbM/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372673903551917778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream on a hot and busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-ScHTErzI/AAAAAAAAASY/YJcxPq_VUZw/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-ScHTErzI/AAAAAAAAASY/YJcxPq_VUZw/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372673892169330482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look so cool? Credits to Li Wen for this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-SbkoEB-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/EH9JHQZArKg/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-SbkoEB-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/EH9JHQZArKg/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372673882862127074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends a\started to take candid photos. Notice that Lawrence is having his SECOND ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-SbX986vI/AAAAAAAAASI/nb-MA-topr0/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-SbX986vI/AAAAAAAAASI/nb-MA-topr0/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372673879464274674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QYGV2B4I/AAAAAAAAASA/1aWhLcWYLzQ/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QYGV2B4I/AAAAAAAAASA/1aWhLcWYLzQ/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671624169785218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QXiXw5aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IZ9cdhiMmW4/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QXiXw5aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IZ9cdhiMmW4/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671614514161058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the TV, Resident Evil. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QXLjRHEI/AAAAAAAAARw/jbQVD8I_FmY/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QXLjRHEI/AAAAAAAAARw/jbQVD8I_FmY/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671608388394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at LMH. I thought he was going to rob my house when he rang the doorbell. He walked all the way from KB to my house. Under the scorching hot Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QWSmMsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/A7I33VDQRwA/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QWSmMsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/A7I33VDQRwA/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671593099866546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QVwQydAI/AAAAAAAAARg/zy6Tc7ldYkI/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-QVwQydAI/AAAAAAAAARg/zy6Tc7ldYkI/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671583883260930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.... Do not disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PTSufKsI/AAAAAAAAARY/9OkL2-a-z9A/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PTSufKsI/AAAAAAAAARY/9OkL2-a-z9A/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372670442083396290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watcha lookin at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PTPDvTOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/h9QYliy_laM/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PTPDvTOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/h9QYliy_laM/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372670441098792162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PSaeUUnI/AAAAAAAAARI/11bCBCo0vy0/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PSaeUUnI/AAAAAAAAARI/11bCBCo0vy0/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372670426983191154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys decided to climb up like that. The girls used the stairs that was only a few feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PRi4j6ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/imArCyn7v5o/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PRi4j6ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/imArCyn7v5o/s320/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372670412060879250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manfred: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, we need a hand over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PRIwR4rI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/enJZ75BnRTg/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-PRIwR4rI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/enJZ75BnRTg/s320/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372670405046821554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Manfred, LMH's sandal was in the drain. But he got it back with the help of a branch. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8712800716873742435?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8712800716873742435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8712800716873742435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8712800716873742435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8712800716873742435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-project-mess.html' title='Friends + Project = Mess'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/So-W2UcunlI/AAAAAAAAATo/_-l8wdfxhGE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7229445333985276325</id><published>2009-08-09T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:02:19.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>G.I. Joe = EPIC!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch G.I Joe today. Very nice. Very epic. And that's all I have to say. Not feeling well, stomachache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7229445333985276325?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7229445333985276325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7229445333985276325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7229445333985276325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7229445333985276325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/08/gi-joe-epic.html' title='G.I. Joe = EPIC!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1048050017069150515</id><published>2009-08-06T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:30:34.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>disgruntled</title><content type='html'>Life is not treating me kind today. Currently, I'm depressed, disgruntled, completely pissed off, annoyed and the list goes on. I need to talk to someone, but there is no one to talk to. All I can do now is to complain on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL PATHETIC!&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/1705692250368921068-1048050017069150515?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1048050017069150515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1048050017069150515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1048050017069150515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1048050017069150515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/08/disgruntled.html' title='disgruntled'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8566302542189161902</id><published>2009-08-05T11:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:13:57.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>It's raining heavily outside. It's so depressing yet so calming. So, I've decided to post something today. Seeing that it was a while since my last post. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Exams are coming. just a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;2 I went to Cold Storage, tried to find Lotus biscuit but couldn't find any. Got cherries instead.        They're quite good, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;3  I like House. It's a really good show :) Never thought I'll like it though.&lt;br /&gt;4 John is gay. (that was random, but yes, he is gay)&lt;br /&gt;5 I'm fat. And I need to loose some weight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I think that's all. Nothing interesting has happened these days. Oh wells, guess I'll have to deal with it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8566302542189161902?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8566302542189161902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8566302542189161902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8566302542189161902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8566302542189161902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6068517114790031793</id><published>2009-07-28T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:26:22.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><title type='text'>Sorry . sorry R&amp;B</title><content type='html'>This is SuJu's KRY and this Yoo Youngjin guy's (though I can barely hear KRY singing it.. T.T) R&amp;amp;B version of 'Sorry. Sorry' which they performed during their recent Super Show II concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEpNj3qPfZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEpNj3qPfZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6068517114790031793?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6068517114790031793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6068517114790031793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6068517114790031793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6068517114790031793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-sorry-r.html' title='Sorry . sorry R&amp;B'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7224083497330325081</id><published>2009-07-25T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:37:16.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>TAG! YOU'RE IT!</title><content type='html'>Today was like the best wushu class. Not only did I feel like I was actually making progress, we even played a game of tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you read that right, tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our tag goes like this: First,the students stand in a circle. Then, our teachers choose two pairs, two taggers, and two tag-ees. So basically, taggers will try to tag the tagees.If the taggers succeed in touching the tagee, the tagee becomes the tagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm confusing myself, so I'm gonna make this a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. A tries to catch B. When A touches B, B catches A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, our tag is a wee bit more different. Remember the circle? Well, if  the tagee gets tired or just wants to get it over with quickly, he or she can stand in front of one person and that person, will become the tagee and run around with the tagger behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game lasted for around 15mins. After that, the remaining tagees and taggers will have to do 20 push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. :D It's quite fun. I had quite a blast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me will stop writing now. But before that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG! YOU'RE IT!&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/1705692250368921068-7224083497330325081?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7224083497330325081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7224083497330325081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7224083497330325081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7224083497330325081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag-youre-it.html' title='TAG! YOU&apos;RE IT!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7302122059134517532</id><published>2009-07-24T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:35:01.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>An unexpected visit.</title><content type='html'>YKW, YPF and MR. Blur came to my house today. To be specific, they went to LW aunt's house, but LW refused to let them into the house, so the boys and LW came to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three boys were really sweaty and they stink because they went to Wasbudi to play badminton before coming to my house. I was quite reluctant at first, but what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather fun, I guess, considering that nothing REALLY interesting happened today. Quiet boring too. When we were watching TV, whenever there's a human being on TV, YPF will be like "Mr Blur's wife/husband." All four of us were so annoyed till we had to kept going "Shut the hell up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. That's all. They came for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I wanted to laugh after rereading this post cause it's so boring. XDD But I'm just bored. And I'm not really in the mood to post anything.  Oh wells, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7302122059134517532?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7302122059134517532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7302122059134517532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7302122059134517532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7302122059134517532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/ykw-ypf-and-mr.html' title='An unexpected visit.'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-2379346430184593730</id><published>2009-07-23T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:14:24.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Should I? Should I not?</title><content type='html'>Should I change my layout? Or should I just leave it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-2379346430184593730?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/2379346430184593730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=2379346430184593730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2379346430184593730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2379346430184593730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-i-should-i-not.html' title='Should I? Should I not?'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-2821456464319623990</id><published>2009-07-21T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:27:06.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>tupperware bottle. damn good!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, after school ended, I decided not to go home first, and wait till the gate was not so crowded, then only I'll go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was standing outside my classroom, on the third floor, chatting with my friend. Then, suddenly, I heard a faint 'plop' sound. I didn't really care bout the sound cause I was busy talking. Then John stopped talking and looked at the ground floor, and looked at me and said "Isabelle, your bottle." I looked down and there it was, my bottle lying on the ground floor, it's water spilled out and god-knows where the cap was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, I rushed down and went to retrieve my water bottle. But you know what surprised me, it isn't broken, not even a small crack. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story: GET TUPPERWARE'S WATER BOTTLE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-2821456464319623990?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/2821456464319623990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=2821456464319623990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2821456464319623990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2821456464319623990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/tupperware-bottle-damn-good.html' title='tupperware bottle. damn good!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-701096948110285940</id><published>2009-07-19T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:11:21.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><title type='text'>omg! omg! omg!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! PLEASE READ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leeteuk said they planned to have 15 concerts this time and they’ll come to &lt;strong&gt;Thailand, Japan, Hongkong, Taiwan, MALAYSIA&lt;/strong&gt;…as well. Shindong also said they might perform song in that country’s native language when they come to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! THEY ARE COMING!!! GOTTA SAVE FOR THEIR CONCERT!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-701096948110285940?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/701096948110285940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=701096948110285940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/701096948110285940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/701096948110285940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-omg-omg.html' title='omg! omg! omg!!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-3544585161696953255</id><published>2009-07-18T10:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:40:25.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><title type='text'>Super Show II</title><content type='html'>Good luck, SuJu oppas on your Super show II. Although I can't attend cause you are all the way in Seoul, Korea, but I'll be cheering for you right here in KL, Malaysia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuJu hwaiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-3544585161696953255?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/3544585161696953255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=3544585161696953255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3544585161696953255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3544585161696953255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-show-ii.html' title='Super Show II'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-3601719046004430376</id><published>2009-07-18T10:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:10:04.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>sombong = selfish?? :S</title><content type='html'>Today for some reason, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Encik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came into our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you who is he. He is a 90++kg discipline teacher. He's huge! Like really huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he came into our class yesterday and I was a bit intimidated at first. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he is SO. DAMN. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So he came in and then, here's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1B &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pikir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; top. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;menerima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aduan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;daripada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cikgu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sombong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sombong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Selfish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly, but something like that. But, that's not important, whats important is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN THE HELL DID '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SOMBONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' BECAME 'SELFISH'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sombong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was arrogant. But 'selfish'? That's a first. Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Encik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Amry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if you are reading this right now, I would recommend you to go for English classes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yours, sucks ass. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he kept going "Clear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;boh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Clear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;boh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Boh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' is 'can, sure' or something like that in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But you know, when he said "Clear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;boh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", he sounded like he was saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;boh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, not everything was funny. When he saw this guy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;TKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;muka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gangster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sahaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Jangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;bagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;tengok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;buku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;disiplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH COME ON!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;TKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is like the nicest guy in class. I swear. Yes, he looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; intimidating, with his weird eyebrows and a beauty mark near his chin. But he is REALLY nice. I always call him '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;bou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;doi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', (fourth-dimensional pocket in canton, or something like that) because he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have a lot of things in his pencil bag. Like scissors, glue, stapler, puncher and stuff. And he'll never say no when you want to borrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; from him. And he is really nice. Just because he has the face of a gangster doesn't mean he is one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Encik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Amry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, haven't you ever heard of the proverb 'Never judge a book by its cover'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what a weird teacher I tell you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-3601719046004430376?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/3601719046004430376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=3601719046004430376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3601719046004430376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3601719046004430376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/sombong-selfish-s.html' title='sombong = selfish?? :S'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1285352857069206618</id><published>2009-07-16T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:05:34.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>stress + emo = Not a good combo.. =/</title><content type='html'>I swear to god that today was the worst day in 2009(so far, at least) I couldn't really think straight, I PRETTY much got into a fight with JN, I was alone during recess and I'm really REALLY stressed out. And I think this is the first time I'm being emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so little time but so much to do. It's tiring. It's depressing. It's sad.... Just plain sad.... There's homework, and the Chinese poem reciting thingy.... And other stuff that I'm too tired + emo too list out. -.-" Ugh! I'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm feeling better now, though. =/ Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, has anyone tried Lotus's caramelized biscuit? They are SOOOOO damn good!!! I wonder where can I get them in KL...? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1285352857069206618?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1285352857069206618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1285352857069206618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1285352857069206618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1285352857069206618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/stress-emo-not-good-combo.html' title='stress + emo = Not a good combo.. =/'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6946760395112793111</id><published>2009-07-13T10:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:03:32.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><title type='text'>WooHoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on the pic to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SlqgPhlrqsI/AAAAAAAAANY/JCLJsLK7LPQ/s1600-h/yay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SlqgPhlrqsI/AAAAAAAAANY/JCLJsLK7LPQ/s320/yay.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357770895285529282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? &lt;s&gt;I'm not sure what time though....&lt;/s&gt; It's gonna be on 9.20p.m. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6946760395112793111?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6946760395112793111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6946760395112793111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6946760395112793111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6946760395112793111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/woohoo.html' title='WooHoo!!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SlqgPhlrqsI/AAAAAAAAANY/JCLJsLK7LPQ/s72-c/yay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5659081717281677298</id><published>2009-07-12T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:16:18.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>I . AM . GOING . MAD!!!!</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!!! Damn it! I think any second now, I will go mad. I'm trying to install wireless but I can't!!!! Damn it! Where's the box? Where's the disc?? I have no idea!! Damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5659081717281677298?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5659081717281677298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5659081717281677298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5659081717281677298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5659081717281677298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-going-mad.html' title='I . AM . GOING . MAD!!!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-3112157498852556808</id><published>2009-07-11T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:44:41.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>E - Books</title><content type='html'>I'm currently using e-books on my phone and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SlgKh8OTyAI/AAAAAAAAANA/ImGCu4lcqec/s1600-h/P1030028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SlgKh8OTyAI/AAAAAAAAANA/ImGCu4lcqec/s320/P1030028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357043334975309826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks retarded. Oh well, I can't always ask for perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-3112157498852556808?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/3112157498852556808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=3112157498852556808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3112157498852556808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3112157498852556808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-books.html' title='E - Books'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SlgKh8OTyAI/AAAAAAAAANA/ImGCu4lcqec/s72-c/P1030028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1160335723735205765</id><published>2009-07-10T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:50:46.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Heechul!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Heechul-oppa. Though you are not my FAVOURITE member, your still a SuJu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kojaproductions.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/heechul1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 599px;" src="http://kojaproductions.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/heechul1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1160335723735205765?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1160335723735205765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1160335723735205765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1160335723735205765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1160335723735205765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-heechul.html' title='Happy birthday, Heechul!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5255697999708223634</id><published>2009-07-09T09:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:04:11.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Total dissapointment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/7/9/nation/4286168&amp;sec=nation"&gt;PLEASE READ!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f*** man? BM?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BM&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; BM&lt;/span&gt;? You've gotta be kidding me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BM????!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Like what language is BM? It's not like BM will get you anywhere? Oh come on? Who the hell speaks BM? And when I'm Form 4, I'm supposed to study Science and Maths in BM AND BI????? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?? I've spent 6 damn years studying these two in English and Chinese. And I thought that when I'm studying in secondary school, I can escape that horrible nightmare.  Oh great, this god damned nightmare comes RIGHT BACK to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH!!! It's really impossible to express how I'm feeling now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5255697999708223634?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5255697999708223634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5255697999708223634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5255697999708223634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5255697999708223634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/total-dissapointment.html' title='Total dissapointment....'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7050021118732773888</id><published>2009-07-04T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:50:51.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Hiatus...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm forced to go on hiatus for about one week cuz I'll be changing my land line. So streamyx will be affected and I won't be able to gain access... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7050021118732773888?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7050021118732773888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7050021118732773888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7050021118732773888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7050021118732773888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus...'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-9201902035459871657</id><published>2009-07-03T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:36:24.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>I GOT MY NEW PHONE!!! And it's beautiful! It's a Sony Ericsson C510 in black. :) Go check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-9201902035459871657?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/9201902035459871657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=9201902035459871657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9201902035459871657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9201902035459871657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1159796614099101070</id><published>2009-07-03T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:02:34.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>=^.^= Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, the title is just for fun. So, don't mind it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was OK, I guess. I'm still recovering from the shock though. It just feels so surreal.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made me crazy today was the Maths quiz. My mind was filled with numbers and the questions. Well, to me, to my level, they are hard. Considering that my teacher barely teaches. All she does is copy everything from the text book. And all the questions she made us do was NOT in the text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Then another thing that NEARLY made me go nuts was that I heard 'Sorry, sorry' in school today. They were practicing the dance or something but that was not what made me mad. What made me nuts was that they were dancing it COMPLETELY wrong. They DON'T follow the dance steps. They just made up some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; dance step. Oh wells, I took comfort in the fact that at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the song AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SuJu&lt;/span&gt;. And at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; I could sing the song close to perfection. But I can sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wookie's&lt;/span&gt; part perfectly. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1159796614099101070?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1159796614099101070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1159796614099101070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1159796614099101070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1159796614099101070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/meow.html' title='=^.^= Meow'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7095960507151527294</id><published>2009-07-03T08:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:35:33.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cont. =O</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. Some retard broke into my house and took my car, my phone, my necklaces, my luggage bag(WTF?) and my mom's makeup kit(double WTF?) and probably some other stuff we can't recall. The triple WTF? was that those burglars didn't take any money. WTF? WTF? WTF? It's true, there was almost 200++ ringgit at home and they didn't even touched it. It was in my piggy bank, right on top of my bedside table which they turned it pretty much upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from school and found a bunch of my neighbors talking with my dad at the gate. Due to the fact that it was Thursday, my dad should be picking up my mom from work. Then when he saw me, he was like "My car is gone, the ransacked the house!" And I was like "WHAT???!!!" And after talking to my mom, only did I know that those assholes came broke in to my house at 16:45-ish. Gosh was I pissed when I found out that they took the car. And I was even more pissed when I found out that they took my darn phone. Stupid retarded assholes. I was so mad that I even postponed my violin classes. Hey, I doubt that you can learn something right after you knew that some retards broke into your house, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 7-ish, the police came and took pics and stuff like that. What I found was ironic was that the photographer was actually wearing a CSI shirt. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I tried to call my phone again and this dude picked up teh phone. And I was like "What the.....?" But my mom immediately slammed my hand and the phone down. She said that the burglars actually texted her and said 'If you want your car back, call us.' So my father did and probably the same dude answered. And what my father said was classic. XD (In Cantonese) "You broke into my house, took my car, and my daughter's cell and now you want to negotiate with me?" And the retard was like "Oh... Then..." -silence- -silence- The retard hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC WTF??!!!&lt;/span&gt; You bloody broke into my house, strike one; took my phone and the car,&lt;br /&gt;strike two (It should be strike three already, but I'm being good here. Though I know I shouldn't be) ; and no you want to threaten me? You want to negotiate? , strike four. (Forget about being good.) Why don't I give you a suggestion, punk. Go knock your head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I think good things did came out of that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting a new phone. How does Sony Ericsson C510 sounds to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom is finally getting an alarm and probably an auto-gate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got to meet a long lost family friend and reconciled our friendship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally something more interesting in my life. I was starting to get a little bored. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Until next time, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7095960507151527294?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7095960507151527294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7095960507151527294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7095960507151527294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7095960507151527294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/cont-o.html' title='Cont. =O'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-2359253651692498637</id><published>2009-07-02T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:36:04.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=O</title><content type='html'>Someone broke into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's true. Someone fucktard(s) broke into my house. Stole my car, and my damn phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details later, when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky that I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-2359253651692498637?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/2359253651692498637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=2359253651692498637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2359253651692498637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2359253651692498637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html' title='=O'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-4567593734232312779</id><published>2009-07-01T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:50:36.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><title type='text'>SuJu's chicken? =/</title><content type='html'>Where's the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMTLEG-s0NU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMTLEG-s0NU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like their advertising the tv/ phone/ SuJu, don't you think? But SuJu's in it so it's still one of the best commercials. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that these few days my post are all about Super Junior. I'll try to get back to normal. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuJu hwaiting!!&lt;/span&gt; God, I really sound like a fan-girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-4567593734232312779?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/4567593734232312779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=4567593734232312779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4567593734232312779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4567593734232312779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/07/sujus-chicken.html' title='SuJu&apos;s chicken? =/'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7798843869030822757</id><published>2009-06-30T21:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:50:27.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Leeteuk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://krain5.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/leeteuk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 324px;" src="http://krain5.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/leeteuk5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26th birthday Leeteuk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7798843869030822757?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7798843869030822757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7798843869030822757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7798843869030822757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7798843869030822757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-leeteuk.html' title='Happy Birthday Leeteuk!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5761813826618539213</id><published>2009-06-29T09:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:50:20.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuJu'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Super Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; It's true. I think I'm becoming a fan-girl. Nah, I just like them. Not fan-girl-like or please-marry-me type of like, just, LIKE. I dunno. It's confusing. But I really like this band, although they really have too many band members in it. 13 band members! That's mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I first hard of them was a few months ago when my cousin showed me a video of her friends dancing to the song 'Sorry, sorry'. Then I started to do a bit research. And listen to some of their songs and voila, I like them. But bear in mind, I'm not a fan girl. Maybe I will be, only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 422px; display: block; height: 264px;" alt="" src="http://yesunglover.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/24bp0ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows who's who. But I think....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back(L to R): Shindong, Sungmin, Yesung, Kyuhyun, Kim Ryeowook, Eunhyuk, Kim Heechul, Kang-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Front(L to R): Donghae, Kibum, Han Geng, Choi Siwon, Leeteuk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on, they all look pretty much the same!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a video of them performing 'sorry, sorry' on Taiwan's 20th Golden Melody Awards a few days ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBG4C0L8DE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBG4C0L8DE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5761813826618539213?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5761813826618539213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5761813826618539213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5761813826618539213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5761813826618539213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-3-super-junior.html' title='I &lt;3 Super Junior'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6086562929628950152</id><published>2009-06-28T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:59:29.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>SMK Sinar Bintang's 'Hari Kantin' AKA Carnival</title><content type='html'>NOTE: This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I was busy with the meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my school's carnival. I had to wake up at 6.30 in the morning. And boy was I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, my school's teachers and students sell stuff like food or organize some kind of games like a haunted house or spin-the-wheel or something like that. And on that day, you are supposed to pay with coupon that can be purchased from a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the carnival started, I went off to buy fried ice cream. It was very good. I even bought one before I returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around aimlessly. And then we went to see Mei Yi's brother cuz he was like the DJ. Actually, to be precise, he was the guy who lets others write down the songs they would like to request. Then another 20mins of walking aimlessly -I bought this so-called-crab-meat-but-is-actually-made-from-fish on a stick thing- we went to line up for the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wished that I didn't waste my time doing that. The line was like EFFINGLY long. My friends and I just stood there and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TWO DAMN HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that it was not scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it wasn't scary. Like, seriously, it's just a few guys wearing Ghostface mask or a mask with a very, very distorted and wrinkly face. It wasn't scary, it'll just surprise you, that's all. I don't even know why my friends scream. I was surprised, that's all. I even waved at the 'ghosts' and said 'Hi'. XDD And I think a 'ghost' waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, before I went home, there was this fight between my school's prefect and a few samsengs form another school. My school even had to call the police. O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6086562929628950152?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6086562929628950152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6086562929628950152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6086562929628950152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6086562929628950152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/smk-sinar-bintangs-hari-kantin-aka.html' title='SMK Sinar Bintang&apos;s &apos;Hari Kantin&apos; AKA Carnival'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-3059294785305330796</id><published>2009-06-27T17:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:54:19.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Meme - 100 Truths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was forced to do this. Something like a dare by my friend. -grumbles- Oh wells, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage→ Water?&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call→ Mei Yi&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message→ Jia Ning. Last night. XD&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to→ Some song from Mich's phone? =S I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried→ It's been a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice → Never dated anyone. =/&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on?→ It depends on what kind of cheating. XD&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone?→ Of course.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? -nods-&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed?→ Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up? → I don't drink alcohol. (Shandy is an exception) So, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;12. Black&lt;br /&gt;13. White&lt;br /&gt;14. Brown&lt;br /&gt;15. Beige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;16. Made new friends → Yup&lt;br /&gt;17. Fallen out of love → No...&lt;br /&gt;18. Laughed until you cried → Of course. Such a bittersweet sensation. :)&lt;br /&gt;19. Met someone who changed you→ I guess. =/&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out who your true friends were → Yes and still in the process.&lt;br /&gt;21. Found out someone was talking about you → Haha. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed anyone on your friend's list → What kind of friend's list? But my personal friend's list, yes.&lt;br /&gt;23. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life → God knows.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have any pets → Two tortoises.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you want to change your name→ Nope. I love my name.&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do for your last birthday → Uhh, not much.&lt;br /&gt;28. What time did you wake up today → 6.30a.m. And I'm tired. O.O&lt;br /&gt;29. What were you doing at midnight last night → Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;30. Name something you CANNOT wait for → Hmm... Can't think of any at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you saw your father→ A few minutes ago? XD&lt;br /&gt;32. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → I think I'm satisfied with it. But I do hope that I can be less cool. Like cold-cool. =/ and I wish for a better memory. XD&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you listening to right now → The sound coming from my CPU. And the sound of my fan. And the rumblings of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Oddly, no. XD Even though it's a common name. Or maybe I did, but I just don't know that they are called Tom. Or I just can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;35. What's getting on your nerves right now? → Right now, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;36. Most visited webpage → Facebook, Blogspot, Wikipedia,FanFic.Net and who can forget the wonderful YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;37. What's your name→ Isabelle. And remember the name. XD&lt;br /&gt;38. Nicknames→ Izzie, Belle, B-belle, Belley. :D&lt;br /&gt;39. Relationship Status → Single. And loving it.&lt;br /&gt;40. Zodiac sign→ Aries. I find it being a very common zodiac sign. If your talking about the Chinese one, it's rat.&lt;br /&gt;41. Male or female or transgendered→ Female&lt;br /&gt;42. Primary→ SJK(C) Khai Chee&lt;br /&gt;43. Middle School → SMK Sinar Bintang.&lt;br /&gt;44. High school → Probably gonna be the same as middle school. I dunno, we only have primary and secondary. =/&lt;br /&gt;45. Hair color- black. Sometimes brownish.&lt;br /&gt;46. Long/medium/short → Medium,I guess.&lt;br /&gt;47. Height → 160++? Probably almost 170. It's been quite a while since I took my measurements.&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have a crush on someone? → Maybe....&lt;br /&gt;49: What do you like about yourself? → Almost everything. Perasan. XD&lt;br /&gt;50. Piercings → None, I don't find the need for them.&lt;br /&gt;51. Tattoos → Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;52. Righty or lefty → Righty.&lt;br /&gt;53. First surgery → Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;54. First piercing → Look up.&lt;br /&gt;55. First best friends → Real REAL best friends? Probably Jia Ning and Li Wen. It took soem time for the friendship to bud. :)&lt;br /&gt;56. First sport you joined → I don't do sports.&lt;br /&gt;57. First pet → Fish.&lt;br /&gt;58. First vacation→ Ask my mom. I was too young to remember. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;61. Eating → I just have lunch and I'm full. :)&lt;br /&gt;62. Drinking → Look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WAAAY&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;63. Already missing→ No one. I'm cold and heartless. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I'm about to → Do what I'm doing now. Internet.&lt;br /&gt;65. Listening to → Look up.&lt;br /&gt;66. Thinking about → This? :S&lt;br /&gt;67. Waiting for → Dinner. And something else to pop up. Cause I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;68. Want kids? → Sure, why not.&lt;br /&gt;69. Want to get married? → IF I find my perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;70. Careers in mind → &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure yet. But currently thinking about being an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;71. Lips or eyes → Eyes&lt;br /&gt;72. Hugs or kisses → Hugs. Always hugs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Shorter or taller → Taller&lt;br /&gt;74. Older or Younger → Older. Younger by 1, 2 years is OK though. :)&lt;br /&gt;75. Romantic or spontaneous → I'm greedy. Can I have both?&lt;br /&gt;76. Nice stomach or nice arms → &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;.... both? :D&lt;br /&gt;77. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive... but not too soft either.&lt;br /&gt;78. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship&lt;br /&gt;79. Trouble maker or hesitant→ Trouble maker &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Being hesitant will only eat up the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;81. Drank hard liquor → Tried one little sip and hated it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Lost glasses/contacts → No. I Broke my glasses twice though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Had sex on 1st date – &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;, no.&lt;br /&gt;84. Broken &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; heart → Maybe, maybe not. Why ask me? Ask the one who got his heart broken by me. :D&lt;br /&gt;85. Had your own heart broken → I guess so&lt;br /&gt;86. Been arrested- Nope. And hopefully never will be&lt;br /&gt;87. Turned someone down → Of course.&lt;br /&gt;88. Cried when someone died → Yup. I'm not THAT heartless.&lt;br /&gt;89. Liked a friend that of the same sex? → I don't like her. I love her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;90. Yourself → Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;91. Miracles → Not really&lt;br /&gt;92. Love at first sight → No&lt;br /&gt;93. Heaven → I wish, but no.&lt;br /&gt;94. Santa Clause → Just for one day when I was young. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? → No&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels → No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NING&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → Look up. -grumbles-&lt;br /&gt;99. Wish you could change things in your past?→ Some things. But maybe if I changed something, I might not be who I am today. Ever heard of the butterfly effect?&lt;br /&gt;100. Are you posting this as 100 Truths? → Sure, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-3059294785305330796?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/3059294785305330796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=3059294785305330796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3059294785305330796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/3059294785305330796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/meme-100-truths.html' title='Meme - 100 Truths.'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-4329103112130544902</id><published>2009-06-26T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:26:39.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Parent's Day</title><content type='html'>Today my dad need to go to school to collect my marks. Due to the fact that I've told him A LOT of bad things about my form teacher/ English teacher/ Visual Arts teacher, he was very eager to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, just when it was his turn to see the Ms. Lazy-bum, she had to go away for prayers. -grumbles- And En. Subki had to take her place for her during her absence. So I had to tell my dad to go easy on him cause he's one of my favourite teachers. But my dad still expressed his unsatisfaction towards the habit of my teachers. (Not coming to class, always saying "Do your own work." , always leaving the class before the bell rings. etc) And after a lengthy conversation with En. Subki, I think they struck up friendship or something. And my dad even said, "This teacher is very professional." XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, when my dad was waiting for his turn, his was actually chatting with John's mom. :O like, out of all the people. Yea, she looks nice. Yes, she speaks English. Yea, she looks classy BUT she doesn't look arrogant. but still out of all the people, that was funny. AND awkward. And when I introduced John to my dad, he was like, "Oh, so this is John." And John's mom was like, "Oh, so this is Isabelle." AHAHAHA. That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've already finish 'The Amber Spyglass', which means I have finished 'His Dark Materials' trilogy. It's such a lovely series, but I didn't like the bittersweet ending. :'( But still, it's a REALLY good book. And I want a daemon too, which is your soul that is physically manifested in an animal's body. Ain't that cool? It can talk and that means you will NEVER be lonely. :D Wonderful eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta stop here. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;P.s. SMK SB's Hari Kantin is tomorrow. Wanna come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-4329103112130544902?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/4329103112130544902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=4329103112130544902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4329103112130544902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4329103112130544902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/parents-day.html' title='Parent&apos;s Day'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5194505488635581227</id><published>2009-06-26T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:54:51.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Micheal Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Micheal&lt;/span&gt; Jackson is dead! Unexpected eh? =/ Rest in peace MJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5194505488635581227?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5194505488635581227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5194505488635581227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5194505488635581227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5194505488635581227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-micheal-jackson.html' title='R.I.P Micheal Jackson'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7634645316521397592</id><published>2009-06-23T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:40:36.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>Bleh! D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt; I finally know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that I'm&lt;/span&gt; the second in class. D: blame my stupid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; and BM. They are the murderers of my grades. OK, I think I had a little too much sugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;..... mad? Someone actually thought I was flirting with this guy. And then another one. Weird right? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, I got second place in class. I was the first for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ujian&lt;/span&gt; 1 though. BUT, at least &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; first is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JN&lt;/span&gt;. Or else I would have kill myself. And as a reward for getting first, I kissed her. But I don't think she liked it very much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering about my marks, I don't really think It's something to share with the public eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I'M DONE WITH 'THE SUBTLE KNIFE'. Time to move on to 'The Amber Spyglass'. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;P.s. Don't you think my posts are getting more and more retarded?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/1705692250368921068-7634645316521397592?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7634645316521397592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7634645316521397592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7634645316521397592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7634645316521397592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleh-d.html' title='Bleh! D:'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-483811877791665865</id><published>2009-06-21T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:32:30.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>The longest word.</title><content type='html'>Can anyone guess what is the longest English word? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-483811877791665865?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/483811877791665865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=483811877791665865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/483811877791665865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/483811877791665865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/longest-word.html' title='The longest word.'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5391269628771033535</id><published>2009-06-20T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:32:43.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Whoop-dee-doo</title><content type='html'>I have finished 'The Northern Lights' AKA 'The Golden Compass' which is the first book in 'His Dark Materials' series. It's good and I can't wait to start reading the second book, 'The Subtle Knife'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the movie in cinema two years ago and I could still remember that I was confused and I had to go up to Wikipedia to understand what it was all about. It's a good book and reading will be better than watching the movie. =/ A lot of things that were in the book were cut out from the movie. It's frustrating. just like Harry Potter. I remember that I made out a list right after I watched the movie. It was a LONG list I tell ya. They even skipped a few chapters. -grumbles-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I'm too lazy to explain what the book is all about. So there are two ways for you to know. One, read the book yourself; two, there's always Google and Wikipedia. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go, I just wanna wish every father in the world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349401668258544946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SjzkeZVuvTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qai2lHYsKWw/s320/FATHER%3BS+DAY+watermarked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5391269628771033535?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5391269628771033535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5391269628771033535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5391269628771033535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5391269628771033535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoop-dee-doo.html' title='Whoop-dee-doo'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SjzkeZVuvTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qai2lHYsKWw/s72-c/FATHER%3BS+DAY+watermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7832858365904539453</id><published>2009-06-18T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:55:15.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>SCREW IE!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn it. My Internet Explorer is faulty.... I have to stick to Firefox. :'( And obviously I'm pissed. But then again, Firefox is SOOO much better.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7832858365904539453?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7832858365904539453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7832858365904539453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7832858365904539453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7832858365904539453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/screw-ie.html' title='SCREW IE!!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-4833253490811212626</id><published>2009-06-17T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:08:58.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>How long was it since I've update? -counts- Around a week? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. I kept my word. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I'll stop being silly now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish 'Breaking Dawn' and I gotta say, good book. Not a HUGE fan of the Twilight series, but for some reason, 'Breaking Dawn' keeps me craving for MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got stressed out over homework&lt;br /&gt;- Got stressed out over my grades ;(&lt;br /&gt;- Finish 'My Queen' and loving it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- School started. D:&lt;br /&gt;- Finish 'Breaking Dawn'&lt;br /&gt;- John gave me chocolate. (Ain't that sweet? &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;- Got annoyed over my friends who kept on debating to tie their hairs or not. (Trust me, it's frustrating listening to their constant babbles. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;- Started to read the 'His Dark Materials' series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-4833253490811212626?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/4833253490811212626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=4833253490811212626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4833253490811212626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4833253490811212626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6837370980022994337</id><published>2009-06-10T15:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:10:16.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Doughnuts @ J.Co</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345634157251764146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Si-B8ZIvn7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/VzZVj3mtanE/s320/P1020179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So... No long ago &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; posted about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; BUT it wasn't what I've expected. and for your information, J.Co is still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WAAAAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;. :D J.Co &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345634166435065698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Si-B87WNr2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/QOAKKOUoXJs/s320/P1020177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salivating already, eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kay, I'm done with my short and random post. Gotta go and watch 'Gossip Girl'. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&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/1705692250368921068-6837370980022994337?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6837370980022994337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6837370980022994337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6837370980022994337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6837370980022994337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/doughnuts-jco.html' title='Doughnuts @ J.Co'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Si-B8ZIvn7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/VzZVj3mtanE/s72-c/P1020179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7985643728025688269</id><published>2009-06-10T13:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:17:51.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Hiatus....</title><content type='html'>Hey, I know that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; hols and all, and that is suppose to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; that I have more time to blog right? -buzzer sound- Not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekends, I brought home three series to watch so I think I'm gonna spend my time being a couch potato. :D And less time in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm recently hooked onto Windows Live Messenger mobile. So I'll still be able to chat online. You can add me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. E-mail's on the sidebar. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, adios everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7985643728025688269?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7985643728025688269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7985643728025688269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7985643728025688269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7985643728025688269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus....'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-4441871369976275226</id><published>2009-06-07T15:37:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:31:10.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Mother nature's gift</title><content type='html'>I went to FRIM today. I'm not gonna type much in this post because the pictures will tell you the story. -wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344514602924656482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuHtwQ2R2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/XFbHt3GvN1k/s320/DSC00685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuHaFSkdiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3htRQhKqNXw/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344514264971638306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuHaFSkdiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3htRQhKqNXw/s320/DSC00687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuHI1TSo6I/AAAAAAAAALw/I-wQcb6lhds/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513968621921186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuHI1TSo6I/AAAAAAAAALw/I-wQcb6lhds/s320/DSC00690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuG5oxQw0I/AAAAAAAAALo/qj6izMDWjPc/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513707559928642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuG5oxQw0I/AAAAAAAAALo/qj6izMDWjPc/s320/DSC00691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuGizpq-PI/AAAAAAAAALg/ab3DZKD_3gI/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513315343890674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuGizpq-PI/AAAAAAAAALg/ab3DZKD_3gI/s320/DSC00692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A silent greeting from Mother Nature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuGRNinTjI/AAAAAAAAALY/ikJGtLIYkGU/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513013055966770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuGRNinTjI/AAAAAAAAALY/ikJGtLIYkGU/s320/DSC00696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you spot the butterfly?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuGF0vnYMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/O5RrFMWpJjE/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344512817421050050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuGF0vnYMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/O5RrFMWpJjE/s320/DSC00697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuF1_1YxkI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q5LJNpIwtPo/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344512545520141890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuF1_1YxkI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q5LJNpIwtPo/s320/DSC00698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFk8115pI/AAAAAAAAALA/JNBpWti37r4/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344512252658968210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFk8115pI/AAAAAAAAALA/JNBpWti37r4/s320/DSC00699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFR93YTyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cHHTqi8pVQg/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344511926516338466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFR93YTyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cHHTqi8pVQg/s320/DSC00702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFIJg91WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MWGGRGGTw18/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344511757844862306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFIJg91WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MWGGRGGTw18/s320/DSC00704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFA4HiqFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mgTL4_XaJV0/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344511632915736658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuFA4HiqFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mgTL4_XaJV0/s320/DSC00706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuEEzAjWQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EqN4OFVADuI/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344510600752093442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuEEzAjWQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EqN4OFVADuI/s320/DSC00708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Th sun peeping through the leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuDq8Ca99I/AAAAAAAAAKY/7SBi2aGl_0Q/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344510156499253202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuDq8Ca99I/AAAAAAAAAKY/7SBi2aGl_0Q/s320/DSC00709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344508548009542370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuCNT8lwuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iLM9Zc6F9aQ/s320/DSC00710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuBycD6GDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wwBb3aaRS_o/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344508086331250738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuBycD6GDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wwBb3aaRS_o/s320/DSC00711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuBdwDG2-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/vtsd7H_DoFQ/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344507730919349218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuBdwDG2-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/vtsd7H_DoFQ/s320/DSC00714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuA1646MBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KMQ83d2y-g4/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344507046634598418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuA1646MBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KMQ83d2y-g4/s320/DSC00715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuAkaDE0VI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9JU-c7a2Zx0/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344506745761091922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuAkaDE0VI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9JU-c7a2Zx0/s320/DSC00722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuAUdzvQeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_IvzP5yyLlE/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344506471892599266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuAUdzvQeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_IvzP5yyLlE/s320/DSC00729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit_0f5FpqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/e1BOdCs3YeY/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344505922696095394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit_0f5FpqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/e1BOdCs3YeY/s320/DSC00730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit_QdQe2WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LwqR3TUOgl0/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344505303513618786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit_QdQe2WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LwqR3TUOgl0/s320/DSC00731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit-d2rZyGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dRKUhLuyeHg/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344504434164090978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit-d2rZyGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dRKUhLuyeHg/s320/DSC00732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit-J3QsD6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/eUb9ZmlE8XI/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344504090723094434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit-J3QsD6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/eUb9ZmlE8XI/s320/DSC00734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit986yR5rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JqOgMgkFkt4/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344503868330993330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit986yR5rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JqOgMgkFkt4/s320/DSC00736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit9LbUJngI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MrfFsKneyf0/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344503018069532162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit9LbUJngI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MrfFsKneyf0/s320/DSC00737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever heard about a story where this old man had a HUGE turnip in his garden and he needed the help form all his children, grandchildren and animals to help pull that turnip out? Well, for some reason, this plant reminds me of that turnip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8zkJe-nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yc8kgdK4o6w/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344502608123853426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8zkJe-nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yc8kgdK4o6w/s320/DSC00739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw this when I walked out from the forest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8sL48e0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jkk8usHL5H8/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344502481352948546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8sL48e0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jkk8usHL5H8/s320/DSC00740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8U1PduYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iXx7x4GljMM/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344502080136395138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8U1PduYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iXx7x4GljMM/s320/DSC00742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see a guy up in the tree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8KiCtz9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xhN7i6FkOv4/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344501903183957970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit8KiCtz9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xhN7i6FkOv4/s320/DSC00743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit7_CSVY7I/AAAAAAAAAII/7NOzz3-7jVI/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344501705680970674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit7_CSVY7I/AAAAAAAAAII/7NOzz3-7jVI/s320/DSC00745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's all from my trip to FRIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-4441871369976275226?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/4441871369976275226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=4441871369976275226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4441871369976275226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4441871369976275226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/mother-natures-gift.html' title='Mother nature&apos;s gift'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiuHtwQ2R2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/XFbHt3GvN1k/s72-c/DSC00685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8874497662176957229</id><published>2009-06-06T22:45:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:31:36.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Gold Leaf Village Reataurant @ Klang</title><content type='html'>Today for dinner, my parents decided to dine at this restaurant called -refer to title- that we saw on TV, on this programme called 'Taste with Jason', better known as 'Ah Xian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;qing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;' on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AEC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 7.00pm and the journey took about 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqHgTcjPWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_hEGOu4Q9xs/s1600-h/P1020150.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344499191795856034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit5stVasqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ArY1JRf7EJE/s320/P1020150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't this a pretty picture?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the restaurant, we were greeted by a sight of a hell-lot-of people. At first we were quite disappointed and was considering on dining at another place. But luck was on out side and in less than 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; we found a place to sit and leaving a few people who came MUCH MUCH earlier than us standing and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqHS-F3BqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5E-_iRE5UVs/s1600-h/P1020161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232667803485858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqHS-F3BqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5E-_iRE5UVs/s320/P1020161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered and talk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. And the food came 1hr and 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later. Long eh? (But 1hr and 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; is nothing. I tried waiting for 3HRS!! Beat that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish to arrive was the fried '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kangkung&lt;/span&gt;' with sliced cuttlefish in some sort of Thai-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; sauce. Sweet, sour and spicy all roll into one. This was my favourite dish because the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kangkung&lt;/span&gt; was crunchy and this is a rather special dish eh? And the taste made me want to want MORE!! Addicting much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqHFEY4Y8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Quh25jqTPvE/s1600-h/P1020152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232428975711170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqHFEY4Y8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Quh25jqTPvE/s320/P1020152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the clay pot fish head in peanut sauce. This was OK and to me, the tasted more like sesame than peanut.. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqGy81gvwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/shUNFSOw36I/s1600-h/P1020154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232117710667522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqGy81gvwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/shUNFSOw36I/s320/P1020154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the restaurant's trademark steam fish. What's so special about this fish is the way they cook it. Usually, people will steam the fish and after that, they will throw away the water that is left on the plate after steaming (cause it has a very strong fish smell) and then only will they drizzle the fish in sauce, ginger etc. But in this restaurant, they do not throw away the water but they pour the sauce/gravy onto the fish before steaming. After steaming, they serve it straightly out of the wok. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqGeuYE1TI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X-ThqTnaTgI/s1600-h/P1020155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231770231723314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqGeuYE1TI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X-ThqTnaTgI/s320/P1020155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth dish to be served was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shaghai&lt;/span&gt; tofu. Which is tofu mix with fish, I think. Among all the other dishes, this looks the plainest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqF51kJuBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/agYdRUwUsNY/s1600-h/P1020156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231136506263570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqF51kJuBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/agYdRUwUsNY/s320/P1020156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; Pow mantis prawn. You can barely tell what it is though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; But this is also a good dish. Nicely done. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqFmJSJ99I/AAAAAAAAAHA/1wE8R7NVadQ/s1600-h/P1020157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344230798202107858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqFmJSJ99I/AAAAAAAAAHA/1wE8R7NVadQ/s320/P1020157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly was the deep fry pumpkin with salted egg yolk. Fried stuff, so fattening, bad for your health etc etc yes so tasty, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;temptatious&lt;/span&gt; and so hard to resist. But for the sake of my diet, I only had two pieces. It taste very good though. A must-have. Unless you're on a diet. (: Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqFJXZ0ogI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8LE82qFsC5s/s1600-h/P1020158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344230303776154114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqFJXZ0ogI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8LE82qFsC5s/s320/P1020158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, bill time. We were surprised that including the rice, drinks and everything, the bill was only RM102. cheap eh? And all the dishes was very good and the fish was also very fresh. Oh, and did I mention that the boss is the son of a seafood/ fish distributor? And a decade (or more) ago he went to Taiwan to become a singer but then came back to Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To anyone who is interested, below is the address and map to the restaurant. Courtesy of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AEC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqEuVNMaXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cr4Gh3FE1U0/s1600-h/P1020144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344229839329847666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqEuVNMaXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cr4Gh3FE1U0/s320/P1020144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really gonna go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; and eat, its' recommended &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; you bring something to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;Like a really good book. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqEafJOuwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QIXkseLpHs4/s1600-h/P1020162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344229498400193282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiqEafJOuwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QIXkseLpHs4/s320/P1020162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Btw, this is the longest post I've written so far. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8874497662176957229?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8874497662176957229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8874497662176957229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8874497662176957229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8874497662176957229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/gold-leaf-village-reataurant-klang.html' title='Gold Leaf Village Reataurant @ Klang'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sit5stVasqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ArY1JRf7EJE/s72-c/P1020150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-147602906073643015</id><published>2009-06-06T16:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:06:16.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Durian Feast</title><content type='html'>It's June and everybody in Malaysia knows what this means. IT'S DURIAN TIME!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in this period of time, it's someones heaven and someone else's hell. :) For durian lovers, they'll be jumping with joy while durian haters will be down on their knees, going "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Haha, just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to this stall in Kepong to have some durian. We had three large durians but I only had three pieces cause I'm being haunted by the flu and sore throat. And I have a feeling that the fever will join these two shortly. Oh joy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344137654602898098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Siow4eVlGrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RMKBk5GxTPM/s320/DSC00683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344137216788028802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Siowe_WYXYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/U0d6SUquNKo/s320/DSC00684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I've finally know the right way to do a watermark! All thanks to the mighty Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, have you heard 2 in the morning by New Kids On The Block? Good song, good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-147602906073643015?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/147602906073643015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=147602906073643015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/147602906073643015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/147602906073643015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/durian-feast.html' title='Durian Feast'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Siow4eVlGrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RMKBk5GxTPM/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8628451873011014766</id><published>2009-06-05T10:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:52:36.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Hotel 626</title><content type='html'>So, thanks to my LOVELY cousin, (note the sarcasm) Michelle, I knew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; a damn makes-you-scared-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shitless&lt;/span&gt; game called Hotel 626. Whats funny is that it was made by people in a Doritos-making company or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://attentionshoppers.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/hotel1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, basically, this game is about you were woken up by some strange sounds in your hotel room and you get dress and go investigate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The game is REALLY freaky, with scary ghost girl and scream-in-your-face toddlers and this man who looks like he's gonna eat you up. Which he did, if you failed a level. And not to mention the eerie music. -shivers-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So go through like a few levels to get out from the hotel. When you do reach your car, you're in for a nice little surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well. I didn't play this game. But I had to call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LW&lt;/span&gt; and her brother over to keep me company. Just to watch the YouTube video of it. This is NOT for the faint of hearts. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, the ghost in the car is still haunting me! And the reason I didn't post this Right after I watched the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was too disturbed.. Damn you Michelle!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI, you can only play this game from 6pm to 6am. Unless you tweak your computer's clock, that is. And you are recommended to put on your headphones and off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; light. -evil smile- Oh, there is also a level where you need to use your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, you don't have to worry if you don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; one. Even if you die, you can try again or skip to the next level. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a nice stay in Hotel 626.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Hotel 626 = Hotel 6(pm) to 6(am) Get it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;: Lynnie said and I quote :" This game looks nice. =)" &lt;strong&gt;Wha...??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8628451873011014766?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8628451873011014766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8628451873011014766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8628451873011014766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8628451873011014766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotel-626.html' title='Hotel 626'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1496268697523932042</id><published>2009-06-05T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:45:21.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Blog changes. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;So I've added a column which reads "Thoughts". I think you know what's that for. Even if you don't, you don't have to. Cuz its for me. And your job is to read it. :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS HAS BEEN REMOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've finally enabled the comments. Thanks to Lynnie. And now, comments for each post, post it in my comments, while OTHER types of comments, shout outs or something, just post it in my cbox kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1496268697523932042?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1496268697523932042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1496268697523932042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1496268697523932042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1496268697523932042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-changes.html' title='Blog changes. :)'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-2824550642990776901</id><published>2009-06-03T22:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:32:48.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>So today I went to Carmen's house to have a 'gathering' with a few of my friends. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;, Wendy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YPW&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OWJ&lt;/span&gt;, Carmen, me and Carmen's friend, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; came. Small crowd for a gathering eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we had Domino's for pizza &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; there goes my diet... -.- After that, we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; talk much and we just sat on the couch watching 'Twilight'. After a while, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YPW&lt;/span&gt;, Wendy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carmen's&lt;/span&gt; siblings went up to watch 'Twilight' while me, Carmen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; watched '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt;' in the living room. Actually I was reading Carmen's '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Breaking&lt;/span&gt; Dawn'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;.. Time for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PICSS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343108257908221122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiaIps0TZMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8ZKLYq3Q0fs/s320/P6030190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343108008681849570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiaIbMYGwuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iLGhC50_Rjw/s320/P6030187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343107647881729234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiaIGMSp1NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uV7A7LfjchQ/s320/P6030186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343107426069365410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiaH5R-dwqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/e58G2CWT1UY/s320/P6030185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343107146480340610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiaHpAbPzoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s-d4Xso8hWc/s320/P6030184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343106919332906482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiaHbyPFBfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tOHQEoAz3Ks/s320/P6030183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;, in case you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; notice, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; staring to use watermark. But it sucks, I did it on MS Paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-2824550642990776901?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/2824550642990776901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=2824550642990776901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2824550642990776901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2824550642990776901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/gathering.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiaIps0TZMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8ZKLYq3Q0fs/s72-c/P6030190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6721399097417574255</id><published>2009-06-02T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:49:06.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Sims 3 problem..</title><content type='html'>GAHHHHHH!!!!!! I have problems with my sims 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342726833250182322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiUtv3PTJLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kycEt8J0UEE/s320/Sims+problem.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me when I say that I'm NOT happy! NOT! I swear! NOT HAPPY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone knows a solution to this problem, can you please post it in my cbox? I beg of you, pwetty please. And you have my greatest thanks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6721399097417574255?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6721399097417574255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6721399097417574255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6721399097417574255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6721399097417574255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/06/sims-3-problem.html' title='Sims 3 problem..'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SiUtv3PTJLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kycEt8J0UEE/s72-c/Sims+problem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5757837535741158485</id><published>2009-05-31T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:56:10.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mangas'/><title type='text'>Rant - Vampire Knight</title><content type='html'>OK, I need to rant. It's not what I enjoy doing but I really can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know Vampire Knight? The very famous/most-read manga? I used to go crazy over that manga, I'll be waiting for the chapters every single month. And I almost bought the full manga set. Which oen book cost like RM39? And I could probably finish ALL of them in one day. There goes god-knows-how-much-money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I was a HUGE fan. I loved it. I really L-O-V-E-D it. It was very addicting. The artwork, the plot, the characters and Zero. &lt;3 The concept of vampires and stuff. I reread the chapters a few hundred times while waiting for he next chapter to come out in the following month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, all was good until 'THE GREAT KANAME' (Can you sense my sarcasm?) decided to revive the vampire memories of Yuuki. That's when it all fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was confusing, boring, weird, stupid and all the other negative adjectives that I'm too lazy to type out. The artwork was still pretty, but the plot, the angst and all, ugh, I think I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now after god-knows-how-many-months later, I decided to try and finish the manga. BAD. IDEA. It didn't get any better. It was still same old, same old. And now when I checked the top mangas in onemanga, vampire knight ain't one of them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Matsuri Hino, if you want to people to read you manga again, would you PLEASE PLEASE write/draw something more interesting and not make me fall sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5757837535741158485?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5757837535741158485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5757837535741158485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5757837535741158485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5757837535741158485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-vampire-knight.html' title='Rant - Vampire Knight'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1166255333911391422</id><published>2009-05-31T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:03:00.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Angels and Demons</title><content type='html'>So today I went to watch Angels and Demons in Metro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prima&lt;/span&gt; Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2909192843_26301b7816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna post a review or anything. But this show is based on the book written by Dan Brown, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;author&lt;/span&gt; of The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; Code. I disliked the latter cause it was confusing and I couldn't understand what it was talking about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this how was VERY good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I was really gripping the seat so tightly in the cinema. And the ending was quite unexpected. But one piece of advice, at the start of the movie, I think should believe you senses when they are telling you whose the big bad wolf. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1166255333911391422?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1166255333911391422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1166255333911391422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1166255333911391422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1166255333911391422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2909192843_26301b7816_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8896851745770816191</id><published>2009-05-28T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:00:12.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Sims 3</title><content type='html'>Last year , when I checked the sims website, they said that teh sims 3 was coming out in Feb. I was estatic. But then, it was delayed till June. A bit dissapointed at first, but now, I can't believe that in four more days, I can get teh sims 3. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually it's becuause I don't really pay much attention to the days and I wasn't so sure at exactly which day will the game come out. I always thought it will come out at teh mid of June. But FOUR MORE DAYS!! That's was quite a shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahaha. Can't wait to get myself a copy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8896851745770816191?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8896851745770816191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8896851745770816191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8896851745770816191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8896851745770816191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/sims-3.html' title='Sims 3'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6318605148229069153</id><published>2009-05-27T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:46:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the days where I'll be sitting and thinking: Why am I in the same class with a bunch of buffoons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the day started off with a few fights from Teng Teng Teng and TMK and then Manfred, LMH and SBK were playing around with John's water bottle and they actually placed a ball of noes shit into his water bottle. It was hysterical especially when he actually drank from the bottle. When we told him about it, he looked like he was going to barf. I was laughing till my stomach hurt. VERY BADLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, boys were poking their bottle caps and spraying each other with water. *rolls eyes* Then JKJT drank some of his water (from a new bottle) and kept the water in his mouth. I poked his mouth and the water spilled out onto LW's table and boy was she mad. she actually threw her water at JKJT which made his pants wet. XDDDD That was hilarious man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I kept hitting HKA's tummy and it really bounced. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's all. :D Funny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6318605148229069153?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6318605148229069153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6318605148229069153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6318605148229069153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6318605148229069153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7217099632369971889</id><published>2009-05-25T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:01:08.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boutique'/><title type='text'>Silenia boutique</title><content type='html'>Note: I wanted to post this on Saturday night but something came up and I couldn't go online. Yesterday I was just lazy so I'm posting this today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin came to my house on Saturday. We were bored so our parents drove us to my cousin's boutique in Kota Damansara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm gonna make this short Cuz I'm tired and lazy. &lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;/strong&gt;zz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we tried on some clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758371506306658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Shqh8pgNPmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SkxYx0m7GmM/s320/P1020114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758940192532818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/ShqidwBkaVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lkgMaB6pn-s/s320/P1020118.JPG" /&gt; In the end I got this. I wanted the black dress tho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339759228661899586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/ShqiuiqBoUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/o-37bmDrc4c/s320/P1020124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case you're wondering, Silenia Boutique is located at....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.christerstudio.de/extimages/p_namecardback_ezg_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's all. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7217099632369971889?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7217099632369971889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7217099632369971889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7217099632369971889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7217099632369971889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/silenia-boutique.html' title='Silenia boutique'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Shqh8pgNPmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SkxYx0m7GmM/s72-c/P1020114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5673808411073424773</id><published>2009-05-21T10:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:05:48.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>A bloody book sale</title><content type='html'>OK, I know it has only been seconds since my last post. But that was a bit too short eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mid-term exam is here. Damn it. That's why I didn't go on the Internet for quite a while. Blegh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little late, but on Sunday, I went to the big bad wolf book sale and I was NOT disappointed. I swear to god, that is the best book sale I have ever been to. The novels that cost like 30 buck or 40 or more where at RM8 only! (At least that's what I saw) And the people there were carrying these books with cardboard boxes. XD I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got 16 books(Including my dad's) And they only cost Rm16. And I was like :O Damn cheap! Freakishly cheap!! Few days ago, I bought five novels for RM109. I saw two of the books at the book sale which made me knock my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were the books I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338104154609784770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/ShTBcjWNl8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lUs0kmcA2UY/s320/P1020078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books on the left are my dad's while the books on the right are mine. So my dad got The Lincoln Lawyer, Echo Park, The Narrows and an omnibus all from Micheal Connelly. Btw, I like Micheal Connelly's books. There good. :D And then he got three Robert Ludlum book which were The Bourne Betrayal, Ambler Warning and The Bancoft Strategy. The last is A Prisoner of Birth by Jeffrey Archer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my pile. From the bottom is Chicken Soup for the Girl's Soul(My mom forced me to get that. But it's good), Snow Angels by Stewart Onan, the whole set of His Dark Materials trilogy by Micheal Pullman, Three things about me by Aliya Whiteley, The Crusade by Elizabeth Laird and lastly, The Book of Names by Jill Gregory and Karen Tintori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've finished The Book of Names and The Lincoln Lawyer. Both of them are VERY good books. And now, my mom is complaining that I finish my books too fast. I kindda agree on that cuz I finished The Book of Names in one day. :D Scary eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look what I got from the sale,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338103559030087618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/ShTA54o8n8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2fKdUmxwf9c/s320/P1020077.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't these bookmarks cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay, that's all for today. Ugh, I need to go back adn study my ass off. Today is Sejarah.... Bye....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5673808411073424773?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5673808411073424773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5673808411073424773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5673808411073424773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5673808411073424773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloody-book-sale.html' title='A bloody book sale'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/ShTBcjWNl8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lUs0kmcA2UY/s72-c/P1020078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-9025944227116540473</id><published>2009-05-21T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:08:53.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol winner</title><content type='html'>KRIS ALLEN WON! YAYY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-9025944227116540473?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/9025944227116540473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=9025944227116540473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9025944227116540473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/9025944227116540473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-winner.html' title='American Idol winner'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7760017674268053559</id><published>2009-05-10T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:17:14.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><title type='text'>Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7760017674268053559?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7760017674268053559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7760017674268053559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7760017674268053559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7760017674268053559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/trying-to-reach-out-to-you-touch-my.html' title='Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-1036857988502082447</id><published>2009-05-09T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:46:31.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micrsoft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>BULLCRAP!!!</title><content type='html'>I swear to god, the freaking computer is giving me all sorts of crap. I'm am NOT HAPPY! Deep breath.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so as you all know, my 'LOVELY' computer crashed a few weeks ago, which I had to completely reboot it. ZZZ.... God knows how much time I wasted on rebooting it, installing every single effing program into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I tried to install my printer today. (Yeah, I procrastinated...) It didn't work. Boy I was pissed. I tried everything. But my printer was still not responding. Then I tried this, I tried that, until I was completely pissed off and I wanted to shut down the computer, it finally worked... Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Microsoft office 2007... I tried to install it today. (I procrastinate a lot, I know) But after installing it, I couldn't open it. A message saying 'This action is only valid for products that are currently installed." And I was like "What the hell?" And I was still mad at the printer for being a complete retard... So this just make me even MORE pissed off... I tried reinstalling the damn thing for like five times and it still wouldn't work. But just now, just like abra cadabra, it worked... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make everything worst, I had a very very very very bad flu.... Ugh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Today was a complete shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-1036857988502082447?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/1036857988502082447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=1036857988502082447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1036857988502082447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/1036857988502082447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/bullcrap.html' title='BULLCRAP!!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8978191592436477905</id><published>2009-05-06T10:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:17:21.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed and I'm freaking out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I missed Ellen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DeGeneres&lt;/span&gt; this morning... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what I had.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332533878664827426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SgD3T0aNkiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gf2KICXW6a0/s320/P1020058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332530907506092770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SgD0m3-xKuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ngytb32Xxk8/s320/P1020059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332530177500037730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SgDz8YfwwmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XWRH35yVC-g/s320/P1020060.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KRISPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KREMEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was very nice but my dad said it was a little too sweet. I guess I'm not gonna have these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doughnuts&lt;/span&gt; next time... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8978191592436477905?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8978191592436477905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8978191592436477905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8978191592436477905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8978191592436477905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SgD3T0aNkiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gf2KICXW6a0/s72-c/P1020058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-5122461377907952484</id><published>2009-05-03T17:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:17:30.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Blind fanatic....</title><content type='html'>I went to get a new pair of glasses two days ago. And I'm going blind &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my short-sightedness has gone from 100++ to 200++.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ughhh&lt;/span&gt;.... After that, my mom went to buy a bag of carrots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331533499790143938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sf1peGsWMcI/AAAAAAAAADE/k0whe-zYrYA/s320/P1020050.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAH&lt;/span&gt; HALF EATEN CARROT....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I LOVE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TEAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Random. But yes. I love tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331536606209861842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sf1sS7AhaNI/AAAAAAAAADk/1eQLofaloNQ/s320/P1020045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE GLORIOUS TEA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331535039847462082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sf1q3v2n9MI/AAAAAAAAADU/XN9dQ5_NPG4/s320/P1020044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAH&lt;/span&gt; MUG IN CRIME!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE END&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Yes, i know this post is short and random and stupid. But hey, I'm lazy, &lt;strong&gt;so deal with it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-5122461377907952484?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/5122461377907952484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=5122461377907952484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5122461377907952484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/5122461377907952484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/05/blind-fanatic.html' title='Blind fanatic....'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/Sf1peGsWMcI/AAAAAAAAADE/k0whe-zYrYA/s72-c/P1020050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7334960296621869038</id><published>2009-04-28T11:51:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:17:39.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Uniforms, gays and DOUGHNUTS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, first things first. I hate the current uniform for secondary students. It pisses me off. Pinafore and white shirt? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... They really look horrible. And I tried to 'redesign' them a little and god do they look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fabbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330735481546337090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SfqTrVEj60I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Aapm74v-7gs/s320/P1020040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEW AND IMPROVE UNIFORM FOR GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The government needs to make some changes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I ain't gonna be happy wearing an ugly uniform to school which makes me sweat like a damn pig! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JKJT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wearing pink to school. One more point to prove &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; he is gay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KRISPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KREME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I've been waiting for it since last year when my dad told me they were coming to Malaysia and now they are finally here!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a few days ago, my computer broke down. I had to do all my stuff on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; piece of junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330734840393243938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SfqTGAlwHSI/AAAAAAAAACw/mZs__1I1GeE/s320/P1020042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; me, it's like a hundred years old.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;...... I'm still trying to persuade my daddy to get me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vaio&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.laptop-computer-comparison.com/image-files/sony-vaio-white-cr-series-laptop.gif" /&gt;Or maybe I should just wait for this baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.fahad.com/pics/microsoft_surface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case somebody don't know what it is, it's Microsoft Surface. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; or google it. I would recommend you to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; it though. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I saw a building on fire. That's not the weird part. It was raining. O.o &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I think that's all. Whew... That was long... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s. I procrastinate a little too much.... &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/1705692250368921068-7334960296621869038?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7334960296621869038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7334960296621869038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7334960296621869038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7334960296621869038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/04/uniforms-gays-and-doughnuts.html' title='Uniforms, gays and DOUGHNUTS!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SfqTrVEj60I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Aapm74v-7gs/s72-c/P1020040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-4893888863019060489</id><published>2009-04-26T15:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:59:32.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>A dog's world... O.o</title><content type='html'>These few weeks, there are more and more dogs around my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taman&lt;/span&gt;. And every single effing day you could hear dogs barking!! My parents are pissed, like REALLY REALLY pissed. After a days work, they'll have to put up with those dogs' annoying barking. And I think it's the dogs mating season or something, cause I saw a dog humping another... O.o Oh, did I mention that there are five dogs running around freely and only one is a female? That just seriously made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is WALL-E! I just watched that movie just now. And I'm watching it again. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; nice. Wall-E is just so adorable. I really couldn't help but go "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;.... He/It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute!!" throughout the whole movie and I think my parents were pissed.(They get angry easily.. -.-") And what I want to say is, if you have watched the movie, leave a comment and tell me what you think about that show; If you haven't watch it, go watch it! NOW!!! I swear that you won't be disappointed, unless you hate robots, hate robots with puppy-dog-eyes, hate fat people, hate animations, hate shows that don't have much talking in them or you just hate Disney. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://pascalg.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/wall-e-eve-1640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wall-E and Eve.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-4893888863019060489?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/4893888863019060489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=4893888863019060489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4893888863019060489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/4893888863019060489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/04/dogs-world-oo.html' title='A dog&apos;s world... O.o'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-2310016888898891402</id><published>2009-04-25T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:22:59.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubik&apos;s Cube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wushu'/><title type='text'>THE DEVIL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ugh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wushu&lt;/span&gt; class was a complete hell. I don't think I'll be able to walk for a few months... OK, a bit exaggerated, but you get what I mean. I have this feeling that the teacher was a tortured soul... Sad childhood, perhaps? And now he's trying to take revenge on us. US!(Not America, mind you) The poor and innocent people. First he turns all your ligaments into jelly. Then he damages your brain by making you remember VERY VERY confusing movements. And done wrongly, you get a whack from his gigantic cane.(Trust me, it's not the usual cane that teachers use.) Then he turns all your muscle into jelly. After class, you have no idea how good bed and shower felt like. Ever heard of heaven on earth?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I accidentally hit Jackie Bear's head while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;practising&lt;/span&gt; one of the moves. I'm wondering if she's suffering from some sort of head traumatic injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897625381374418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SfQMKBVHidI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SlEyC01KwPM/s320/DSC00590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil and his cane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the Rubik's Cube frenzy in my school. I swear to god, almost everyone in my school owns a cube &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;. I'm an exception, though. During recess, you could see bunch of students playing with their cube, trying to solve the puzzle. I saw this girl who could solve it in 3&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. O.o And then there are a few boys in my class that can only solve one face and they'll even record &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; time they spent solving just ONE face. Idiots.... Yes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JKJT&lt;/span&gt;, I'm talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JKJT's&lt;/span&gt; Rubik's cube was taken away by En. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Subki&lt;/span&gt;. :P &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know that Liam &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neeson&lt;/span&gt;(the guy from 'Taken') is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; voice actor of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt;, the lion from Narnia. O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-2310016888898891402?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/2310016888898891402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=2310016888898891402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2310016888898891402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/2310016888898891402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/04/devil.html' title='THE DEVIL...'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SfQMKBVHidI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SlEyC01KwPM/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-8620546307221430331</id><published>2009-04-23T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:27:53.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Mwahaha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't mind the title. It's random. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there is like 5 homework. If I was still in primary it would probably a little too little. But when you're in secondary, if there is one homework. It's already considered as too much. Do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Pn Hajar didn't come to school today and the whole class went mad. LW, JN and I were busy doing our homework. And then there was the constant annoyance from JKJT which I tried to stop by hitting him with my pen on his head for three time. (or was it four?) When the pen didnt work, I used my palm to slap him on the head. Then my fist, then my knuckles. (God knows which is more painful) And it left me wondering how many brain cells I killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the effingly long essay I wrote. it ate up three pages. FULL pages, mind you. And it's in like my weakest subject, Chinese. Dun-dun-&lt;strong&gt;DAH&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Everyone was like "WTF? You xiao ar?" HAHA! Maybe I am crazy. Like JKJT, too much sugar. But the main thing was like half a page long but the useless stuff ate up the rest. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the news(I don't really think this word is appropriate, anyway,)that made me literally went O.o Ms Lee told me she wanted me to perform on my violin in June. O.o I tried to make up tons of excuses, but then she gave me the "you never know when you've never try" speech. O.o (Wow. Three emoticons in one paragraph. NEAT-O!) I have no idea if i want to perform. But who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-8620546307221430331?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/8620546307221430331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=8620546307221430331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8620546307221430331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/8620546307221430331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2009/04/mwahaha.html' title='Mwahaha!!'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-6079517524114739713</id><published>2008-09-22T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:06:31.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love quotes'/><title type='text'>Love quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here are some love quotes that I founde on the net. Check them out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“God puts a certain person in our lives for a reason, and whatever reason that God had in mind for putting you into mine… I don’t mind… I’m just thankful HE did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Being loved is the second best thing in the world; loving someone is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If a relationship is truly meant for you, your love will find a way to make it happen and God will be there to make sure it will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“If you can’t love me at my worst, you don’t need me at my best…“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Don’t be scared that you won’t find anyone else who will love you, because you will… when the time is RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“I love you, not because you are perfect, but because you are so perfect for me.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love is everything it’s cracked up to be… It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“When I saw you I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In a relationship, there’s always someone who loves more than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Don’t find love. Let love find you. That’s why it’s called falling in love, because you don’t force yourself to fall — you just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“It’s not that I can’t live without you, It’s that I don’t even want to try.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The heart wants what it wants…. There’s no logic to those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lovers do not meet somewhere along the way. They’re in each other’s hearts from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“A nightmare? Hardly….. he gave me two tears of happiness, which is two more than a lot of people get.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love can happen anywhere at any time and almost always when we least expect it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You never really leave a place or person you love, part of them you take with you, leaving a part of yourself behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“If we ran out of time and I could pick one moment of all the days that I have lived.. To keep it shining, always new, I’d pick the moment I met you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The greatest feeling in the world is love, but the worse feeling is to love someone and not be loved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To love is to have someone special, one who you can always depend to be there through the years sharing laughter and tears as a partner, a lover, a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, no matter what I do, you’re the one that I love, and I can’t let you go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love is, giving someone the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Don’t settle for the one for the one you can live with… wait for the one you can’t live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“If something happens and you lose me, please don’t think that’s the end, come and find me again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree, but still hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“The world is gonna throw us a million reasons why this isn’t gonna work out between us. But, I’m armed with the ONE reason why it will: I LOVE YOU.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You know you truly love someone when you want them to be happy even if their happiness means that you’re not a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;True love is not something that comes everyday, follow your heart, it knows the right answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-6079517524114739713?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/6079517524114739713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=6079517524114739713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6079517524114739713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/6079517524114739713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-quotes.html' title='Love quotes'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705692250368921068.post-7407489545469777930</id><published>2008-07-06T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:35:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman</title><content type='html'>Like the title, I am currently a freshman in Blogger. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-Izzie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705692250368921068-7407489545469777930?l=whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/feeds/7407489545469777930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1705692250368921068&amp;postID=7407489545469777930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7407489545469777930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705692250368921068/posts/default/7407489545469777930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingmyowntune.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartbreak.html' title='Freshman'/><author><name>[Izzie]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07081246820633774639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPbfIrQBeMw/SHCChP3S5lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fPRLiYEPcXM/S220/cut+my+heart%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
