<?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-1254728711533954453</id><updated>2012-01-09T19:56:17.169+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Country'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Working'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Dota'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Announcements'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Daily Bitchin'/><category term='Speak Alouds'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Fishybradpittku'/><category term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Drafts'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Books'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Of Lipstick &amp; Glue.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>387</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-2176178300252177937</id><published>2011-12-05T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T03:06:41.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Alien Invasion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, the first thing you need to do is watch the video below :) Then I'd feed you with some of what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RjGYSGbAEUM" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How do you feel now? I know some will feel amazed or shocked. Maybe afraid or you might even be crying now or what so ever but me, I muttered,&lt;i&gt; "What the hell is wrong with this world?".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if aliens exist. Sure, okay. I'm okay with that. Explore our land all you want but having known that there are only certain people going to be saved? Like, life is bullshit all of a sudden. If the "government" or some sort HAVE HAD contacts with aliens, why not negotiate with them not to attack us? Why even building a place to store sufficient people to be controlled in the future? How do they even know that the aliens won't take the leftovers as slaves or lab rats when they wipe the population out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are dumb sometimes. We exist in millions but we think only of oneself. What would aliens do if all humans gather to kill them? We could be the one invading, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latest-ufo-sightings.net/2011/04/dead-alien-found-in-siberia-2011.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now read this link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alien found dead in Siberia. Okay, it's spaceship crashed and it was severely injured so it died. It's aircraft crashed. They sound quite dumb to me :/ Maybe that's why they never landed. Like how if air planes go above a certain atmosphere way too high, the entire system shuts down. Maybe theirs are the opposite? I find that humourous. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they died because of oxygen too, you know! START PLANTING MORE TREES! LOLLOLOOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I'm no scientist. I'm just saying :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But movies are somehow becoming reality here :( I hate that feeling. I want to have babies and see my grandchildren grow up. More importantly I want to marry Wei Shen. I don't want to stop breathing knowing I won't get that chance :( It just sucks. This makes me feel rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GET TATTOOS! DRINK ALL THE BEER! &lt;s&gt;FUCK ALL THE GUYS!&lt;/s&gt; Fuck Wei Shen only! PARTY UNTIL I DROP! DO DRUGS! SCREW THE BOOKS! TEAR DOWN ALL THE BUILDINGS! PLANT ALL THE TREES! LIVE IN A CAVE! DON'T WEAR CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, joking :P But I wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-2176178300252177937?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/2176178300252177937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/12/alien-invasion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2176178300252177937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2176178300252177937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/12/alien-invasion.html' title='Alien Invasion!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RjGYSGbAEUM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6983624118620159264</id><published>2011-12-02T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:38:51.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.30am On A Friday Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, so much for sleeping early. I am going to be sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas dropped me off 2 hours ago. It was awkward having him send me home instead of Wei Shen. I was so nervous, I couldn't stop talking. So disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hanging out with Rudy and the boyfriend's gang awhile ago at SS15. The main point was obviously Rudy, after God knows how many decades since I've seen that period. He waved at a customer to order his drink. Funny shit. HAHAHA! Hmm, speaking about period, reminds me of mine. Thank God, I was reminded. PFFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I can't sleep. I am surely going to miss tomorrow's 10am tuition. Wei Shen's going to hate me for missing breakfast and I am going to sleep in class even if I make it. Two cheers for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to really get some alcohol into this temple before it starts getting corrupted. So need drinks right now, &lt;i&gt;*zombiefied*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to just get some homework done to kill time . "Homework" - you get what I mean ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6983624118620159264?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6983624118620159264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/12/330am-on-friday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6983624118620159264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6983624118620159264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/12/330am-on-friday-morning.html' title='3.30am On A Friday Morning.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4434086199551382717</id><published>2011-12-01T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:16:42.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saludos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently listening to Katy Perry's The One That Got Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXlg_Lvf0uE/TtZgg04GokI/AAAAAAAABJ8/SfWUFrZ3Omk/s1600/yuno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXlg_Lvf0uE/TtZgg04GokI/AAAAAAAABJ8/SfWUFrZ3Omk/s640/yuno.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estoy tan molesto :( No pitbull para mí manana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google translate better do itself justice because what ever I was trying to get through here in Spanish is honestly not about molesting or what sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;December starts now and I still have no job to cover my holiday. Yay! More slacking for me! Jealous, college/university people? I don't have a lot to say now :) I only hope that December would be fully occupied with more productive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, you know how you used to think drama movies were so exciting that you'd always wonder if people really face it in reality? Now that I'm older, I've got my question answered. But how it was directed to me, it made me loathe how life progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to blog about happy things all the time but which part of life isn't a bitch? The more you live, the more you'll realize. Nothing is anybody's cup of tea because things, sorry to say that they constantly change.&amp;nbsp;Take love for an example, use the word trust but don't know if it's trusting or lying to yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you I found a toad on the second floor of my house? Shockingly, there was a fierce toad threatening to jump on me as I approach it instead of leaping away. That don't bother me, what bothers me is how the toad actually ended up on the second floor unless it's super toad. It jumps one floor high and came in through the window. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until I have something to post about :P Here's a cool video to &lt;i&gt;geli your hati&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dhyLXlEti6s" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day and happy holidays everyone! :)&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/1254728711533954453-4434086199551382717?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4434086199551382717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/12/saludos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4434086199551382717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4434086199551382717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/12/saludos.html' title='Saludos!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXlg_Lvf0uE/TtZgg04GokI/AAAAAAAABJ8/SfWUFrZ3Omk/s72-c/yuno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1190182076946166559</id><published>2011-11-15T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:55:47.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Buarghherrghh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I don't know why the title somehow just makes me giggle to myself. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually the sound of someone barfing, intently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got food poisoning. I guess you can call it that way larh, I'm not really clear what's it anyway but I vomited 3 times before I consulted a doctor. Gosh, it felt so good at first. Then I felt like killing myself.&amp;nbsp;No, I didn't lose weight. I find it sad but somehow grateful :/ So, I don't know if it's something that I should be happy or not. Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you're really sick and you lay helplessly on bed knowing you can't even put enough energy in to lift your arm or anything, I felt that. And I felt like I was on drugs because my mind was constantly reminding myself that I was dying. Yeah yeah, laugh all you want and just so you know, I fucking played along.&lt;u&gt; LIKE A BOSS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="342" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/kym-assets/entries/icons/original/000/001/987/fyeah.jpg?1269221733" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Skip that :P I don't want to tell you what I did. I did so many silly things and I really feel so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, going to tell you anyway! You think what? Tell you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Red Rid-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but don't want to tell you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;-ding Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; merh? You think I so selfish ah? PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to break up with Wei Shen.&lt;i&gt; (I can feel that aura, you're in a verge of laughing until your kidneys fall out..PFFT)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I am serious. If I were going to die, I don't want to be going around &lt;i&gt;pukau&lt;/i&gt;-ing him and telling him even after I die, he can never be with someone else. I believe in things like if you hang too long on something, you get very attached to it, it'll then get hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Wei Shen's telling himself now that he has the dumbest girlfriend he's ever going to have. I would think that way, because like.. What the fark larh right? Like drama like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I wanted to make him cry badly. But he was the most unromantic guy I know. I gave up halfway when I was talking him into some emotional stuff. Way too hard. Harder than constipation stage two :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, since I couldn't play like I planned anymore, I'll see how much he cares for me :3 He does care for me but he just doesn't show enough concern when Spongebob Squarepants is on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSnXa9F4pe1kuBW6CPXYc-H-XuqLYTVmkHFkm_ewryfCY4mbB8x" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At first, we didn't know that I got food poisoning. Wei Shen was suspecting fever. So he got towels and blankets to let me sweat it out make my head cooler but &lt;b&gt;when Spongebob comes up&lt;/b&gt;, I am totally &lt;u&gt;ignored&lt;/u&gt; :( &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE NOT SCARED I FEVER UNTIL BRAIN DAMAGE OR PENGSAN HALFWAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OR JUST DIE THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset, I don't want to go on. I want to go abuse him now, grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1190182076946166559?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1190182076946166559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/buarghherrghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1190182076946166559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1190182076946166559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/buarghherrghh.html' title='Buarghherrghh!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1175907792378959950</id><published>2011-11-11T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:34:32.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>The Green Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="389" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/293392_2431251305409_1375427584_32868254_1479564364_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthias Gelber - worldwide champion in the award for Greenest Person on the Planet by 3rd Whale in Canada in 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized this. So allow me now to unleash my proudness of having this picture taken. - THANK YOU AOKI!&amp;nbsp;&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/1254728711533954453-1175907792378959950?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1175907792378959950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/green-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1175907792378959950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1175907792378959950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/green-man.html' title='The Green Man.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5453914725609372323</id><published>2011-11-10T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T02:31:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Goofing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Type &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;lol limewire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and click on the first link that appears on the page. Go laugh your arse out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Type sexy snape and click &lt;b&gt;I'm Feeling Lucky&lt;/b&gt;. Tonight don't need sleep already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The only 2 that amuses me :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5453914725609372323?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5453914725609372323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/google-goofing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5453914725609372323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5453914725609372323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/google-goofing.html' title='Google Goofing.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5317278142762821877</id><published>2011-11-09T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T02:20:57.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eNUTlexj7cU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It hurts to know they won't be together anymore :/ I loved them since I was a kid and they were great. It's sad I've never seen them perform. Sigh. At least, I have their songs to last a lifetime :3 Westlife FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5317278142762821877?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5317278142762821877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-hurts-to-know-they-wont-be-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5317278142762821877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5317278142762821877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-hurts-to-know-they-wont-be-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eNUTlexj7cU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-7602825285358006487</id><published>2011-11-09T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:18:10.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>The Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes, the things. I'm sorry blogger doesn't come with a background song encoding for posts. Anyway, just imagine those really creepy jeng jeng jeng songs while you read the sentence. So let's try this again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the things. &lt;i&gt;(The song plays now. by the way)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are right at the corner. Maybe not for those college and university people 'coz your corner is like 80 kilometres away while ours are like 15 metres away, I'll laugh at you. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since OUR holidays are near, I thought maybe I might as well set some goals for myself to attend to if I lack of things to do on a boring holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first would be planning a free day with them boyfriend's guys and make an Epic Meal Time in collaboration with AmateurButCool Production via Aoki Tan. Only when everyone is free though :) Totally an on thing here. I gots my pockets ready to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I would try planning a holiday for my family. Both my dads and moms and my sister, I think. Or more! :D Where to go, still in consideration but I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd have an every morning kind of thing where I wake my sister and mom up to go jogging with me so she stays healthy and I lose weight with my sister. Have breakfast with my grandparents and clean the house with my mom, maybe start painting my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoons are for naps :P Or study which I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd do an every night thing where I plan out my total of 7 events for next year. Note it down on a calendar and hope everything works out next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on any free days after I've finished my night things, I'll download a bunch of movies and have a movie marathon with my boyfriend on bed :3 Love love love. Then we sleep after an overdose of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I do hope I'll be able to join more of the events held to instill awareness of the environment like planting trees and cleaning beaches and stuff. I've yet to join MNS but I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I actually set a list of things I wanted to do before I die right at the left on the sidebars. Anybody up for it? We could do it together :P LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-7602825285358006487?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/7602825285358006487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7602825285358006487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7602825285358006487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/things.html' title='The Things.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3694114221446678955</id><published>2011-11-08T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:58:51.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mumumumumaaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My tummy's been really cooperative these days, I am so the glad. Been to the toilet 2 times today, that's a record! Usually I'd be waiting at least 3 days to get a chance on that seat for more than 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp;Well, I guess I know why it happened anyway :) It's because it was my 25th month anniversary, that's why :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds disgusting to have two very unrelated issue collaborate but it really does makes sense, doesn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so Breaking Dawn is almost out at the theatres. Edward Cullen had never been anywhere near gay in my entire life after I was exposed with the book. But after watching the current trailer where he stood there waiting for his bride to cross the aisle, I had to ask.&lt;b&gt; Is Edward Cullen suppose to look like he has a drug issues?&lt;/b&gt; The book clearly did not state, &lt;i&gt;".. with his clear white pale skin and eye bags.."&lt;/i&gt; because, that's absolutely what I'm looking at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight used to be cool :( HONESTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I used to like&lt;/s&gt; I am still liking the way those books can make me turn into a totally different person. It was like a fantasy reading the entire collection. It made me love Wei Shen at a totally different level.&amp;nbsp;Its like they gave me a breather from reality - SO RELAXING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be exaggerating a bit there but reading books like that really does help in disconnecting yourself from the real world. Great alone time, true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I'm going down this road I'm living, the more my feet dread to move forward. I am very optimistic but I realize how my optimism only lasts in the beginning of things. Like how Form 6 was, now I'm actually re-deciding college - Like, SHIT? Same goes to life, you know - Like, MAJOR SHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I ask Wei Shen about his comments with his life, he said it gets more challenging as he goes and he likes it. He likes the challenge. I am totally speechless about that. I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he gives me a lot of courage at doing the things I tell myself I can't do. I love him :) He's one of the things that I would never afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is kind of draggy, huh? Let me make a new one. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3694114221446678955?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3694114221446678955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/mumumumumaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3694114221446678955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3694114221446678955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/mumumumumaaa.html' title='Mumumumumaaa.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8630581310327135781</id><published>2011-11-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:40:15.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Derp Derp Derp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know I am very late to blog about Halloween but I'm just going to say it anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Belated Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once in my 18 years of life, I actually celebrated Halloween this year! On the last week of October, Jerry, Wei Shen and I was busy preparing our costumes to attend a party held at our ex-boss's restaurant - Flavors. Both the dude went as the serial killer in the movie Scream 4.&amp;nbsp;As for me? I wanted to go as a zombie but I didn't get to do my outfit in the end because I'm a girl and &lt;i&gt;a girl's got to do what a girl is got to do&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;u&gt;Make the dude's costumes&lt;/u&gt;. I ended up as the photographer in the end :P Was really really really funnn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually planned to ask more people to join us but many actually thought it was ridiculous :/ Coz' nobody thinks we could pull it off but you know what? We pulled it a million meters way off, I tell you. Janssen and Nicholas joined us in the end anyway :) But they didn't dress up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween at 18, we couldn't be going around asking for candies right? The guys went around scaring kids and fooling around with strangers while I laugh my arse off. Pictures when Jerry actually uploads it on Facebook or something :) Will update the link then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I remember what I was suppose to blog again, bye!&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/1254728711533954453-8630581310327135781?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8630581310327135781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/derp-derp-derp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8630581310327135781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8630581310327135781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/11/derp-derp-derp.html' title='Derp Derp Derp.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Flavors restaurant, Centro, Jalan Batu Tiga Lama, Kawasan 16, 41300 Klang, Selangor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.0523681315082016 101.46290302276611</georss:point><georss:box>3.0503861315082017 101.46043552276612 3.0543501315082016 101.46537052276611</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-7807401990377352127</id><published>2011-10-30T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:43:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People never understand how different every one of our lives can be. Some may be living in pleasure nearing satisfaction, some would be suffering in desperation or some still at the midst of struggling between both. But nobody ever sees it, really. They just say they do but they really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life used to be so much easier when we were kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was naive again. I wish I didn't see truth with my own eyes and experience lies within myself. How do I love people when I cannot love myself for what I am now. I learned that this world I live in is cruel. That nobody cares about you but yourself. That even if they do love you, they still think for themselves. I used to think that I have backbones, but now, they seems so surreal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird to have someone seeing right through me and telling me in comfort that it wasn't my fault when deep inside I knew it all started from my existence. That if I wasn't born in this side of the world, nothing like this would have happened. Nobody would be hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he puts two sides to my world.. I am nothing but grateful about that but the urge to vanish still lingers in my veins. To live life to the fullest, cheers.&amp;nbsp;&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/1254728711533954453-7807401990377352127?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/7807401990377352127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7807401990377352127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7807401990377352127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3400153285714482266</id><published>2011-10-26T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:25:40.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Maybe I was wrong. Suddenly, the feeling of bragging just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so weird to be waking up 8am in the morning just for breakfast on a Wednesday. Breakfast should be made after 12pm, lunch after 3pm and dinner after 9pm. That way, we save supper! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to feel flabbergasted. Flabbergasted, I find that word so amusing :D HAHAHA It's like, I just FLABBERGASTED. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I feel flabbergasted. Because I got conned by the dim sum restaurant! I asked for the &lt;i&gt;'orh putt' &lt;/i&gt;but they gave me something else, I don't know what it is :( Now, my body is low in nutrients. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not? I'm blogging in the bathroom :3 Now, you feel flabbergasted! :D I know larh, that's why the &lt;i&gt;ilham&lt;/i&gt; to blog suddenly came right. PFFT, should have done this earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmymeow, it's only 10am now. I'm going to go sleep naw :3 Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3400153285714482266?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3400153285714482266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/putt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3400153285714482266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3400153285714482266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/putt.html' title='Putt.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1272316870655888034</id><published>2011-10-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:12:19.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I've been going out, hanging around, playing games and having fun :) Blogging mojo, elek. Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1272316870655888034?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1272316870655888034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-been-going-out-hanging-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1272316870655888034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1272316870655888034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-been-going-out-hanging-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1491233496882902251</id><published>2011-10-22T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T02:06:01.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Don't Understand.</title><content type='html'>My heart breaks to know that humans now rather escape the accusation of a false fault than to save a begging life laying upon their eyes. What have the world turned into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me why I feel so deeply for this issue, it's not me. It's everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who don't see any problem with people avoiding the little girl for their own safety of being accused of the incident but really, are we so cold-hearted that we would let a baby die on the ground like a rat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is back to the rockiest times. Are we going to start hunting again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1491233496882902251?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1491233496882902251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/people-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1491233496882902251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1491233496882902251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/people-dont-understand.html' title='People Don&apos;t Understand.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-2362997240011515810</id><published>2011-10-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:24:31.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishybradpittku'/><title type='text'>I Conclude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfvF7a45Z04/TprozkDkFpI/AAAAAAAABJM/erL4dvSrCkM/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfvF7a45Z04/TprozkDkFpI/AAAAAAAABJM/erL4dvSrCkM/s640/Untitled.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That my heart beats for you and only you :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-2362997240011515810?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/2362997240011515810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-conclude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2362997240011515810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2362997240011515810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-conclude.html' title='I Conclude.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfvF7a45Z04/TprozkDkFpI/AAAAAAAABJM/erL4dvSrCkM/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4210437956502265111</id><published>2011-10-16T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:48:36.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe to many people being a president looks really great and powerful. It looks so easy when people say it because you have people below you like vice presidents and treasurers or secretaries to help you finish your jobs and get things ready for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't trust me. It's not easy. This club was harder than I'd expected. And to accomplish something other than just THAT, it's even harder. I am really proud to have this batch of committees as my subordinates. They are all really great people but maybe a little still too playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've had 2 things that killed my mood. The number of KPA members that came to help distribute the flyers were very disappointing. I hope, I really really hope the actual Recycling Campaign would be a bomb. Please don't let me down :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I've finally see it with my own eyes, why the Greencube is always broken. The man, he should be warned. I might be raped and killed, either way if I offend him but if he offends me, I promise I'll make him a woman. Yes, I'll cut off his dick. If I can't, I'll have someone to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toorah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4210437956502265111?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4210437956502265111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-maybe-to-many-people-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4210437956502265111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4210437956502265111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-maybe-to-many-people-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4582159385194847681</id><published>2011-10-11T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:55:22.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Nothing Left Is Right, Remember That.</title><content type='html'>Time doesn't wait for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. Better, selfish people do not wait for you. They want you to wait for them. So you love her, I loved him too. I loved him dearly. But look at me now, am I not happy? Plus, I am actually extremely relieved that I got Wei Shen now. He was after all the better, unexpectedly. Question is, does she love you? Her doings, do you call that love? Even if you try as hard as your limit can push you, it doesn't mean it will end up like any fantasy will. It might but is the bet still on? Is the 0.01% chance of succeeding still worth it after so many attempts? Why won't you let it go and just sway as you flow. Nothing's going to go wrong just because you didn't decide, things only go wrong when someone decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privacy, I agree. But think, who will die like that cat when you suck it all up to yourself? Both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your pain. I love you like any friend of yours will. I cherish you even when my mind tells me you'll bring trouble to my life. I yearned for a prevention from you but look at us now? We're like buds. If you really take me like your bud, please, stop stabbing that wound. She's just salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get some scar remover already. They are, after all, free of charge :3 Please, look at me or if you like, Soo Wai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4582159385194847681?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4582159385194847681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-left-is-right-remember-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4582159385194847681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4582159385194847681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-left-is-right-remember-that.html' title='Nothing Left Is Right, Remember That.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6586770269149243605</id><published>2011-10-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:38:51.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishybradpittku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>最幸福的一天.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;十月八日二零零九年是我最幸福的一天. 这是那一天他第一次告诉我说：“我爱你” 的一天. 我们没有一个很简单的开始 - 虽然我们面对的许多的批评和反对从许多方面(尤其是你)，但你没有放弃了我.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;苦和甜, 我们都已经吃过了. 今天是第二年这个特别的日子. 虽然我们没有做什么特别的东西像每一个正常的情侣会做, 但我很高兴因为至少, 我们有对方从一天开始到结束. 这两年的回忆会永远留在我心里.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们可能不知道我们未来会怎么样. 但我希望, 我们会互相忍耐和彼此相爱到永远永远永远永远永远永远永远永远永远永远永远!!! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ng Wei Shen, 祝你快乐的第二个周年.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;我爱你!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/StCtPtPtmkc" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;这首歌是给你的因为不关什么，我会依然爱你..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6586770269149243605?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6586770269149243605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6586770269149243605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6586770269149243605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='最幸福的一天.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/StCtPtPtmkc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4980593573640617497</id><published>2011-10-03T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:22:23.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Omnomnomnom!</title><content type='html'>Currently playing; Il Volo - Un Amore Cosi' Grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like the new skin? I did quite badly with the background but I'm pretty satisfied with my finish anyway :) Simple and absorb-able. I should add a cookie somewhere huh? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what my boyfriend got me while he was working the other day :3 I guess this was his way of telling me that he missed me during work :3 I know he knows I was lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e09joAzx4us/Tond0mkbfRI/AAAAAAAABJE/NDNx1sjo7s4/s1600/P1140859-vert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e09joAzx4us/Tond0mkbfRI/AAAAAAAABJE/NDNx1sjo7s4/s640/P1140859-vert.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gots me SARSI taste! Been long since I tasted sarsi, yknow :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo, it's October already! Time really passes so quick, it'd already been almost 5 months being in school! In another one more month or plus, I'm going to have my holidays pulak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NAD!! You know I wuff you :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I am so looking forward to the holidays! Hopefully, my plan of baking and doing &lt;u&gt;the epicmealtime&lt;/u&gt; would work out. Wonder how many BACON STRIPS(!) I'd be needing. &lt;i&gt;*calculate calculate*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that, Form 6 isn't that bad if you work harder, I guess :) So far, my one problem would only be getting up for school at 7am. Still fail every week! Not even a week I have one full attendance ): Le le le le le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are still reading this dead thing. Even if nobody reads this, it's not going to die anyway :3 Just hoped there was still someone here. LAWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a tad bit anger towards my own species nowadays. Like seriously, why? PFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4980593573640617497?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4980593573640617497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/omnomnomnom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4980593573640617497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4980593573640617497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/omnomnomnom.html' title='Omnomnomnom!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e09joAzx4us/Tond0mkbfRI/AAAAAAAABJE/NDNx1sjo7s4/s72-c/P1140859-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4355747776501377909</id><published>2011-10-02T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T10:33:19.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mimimimimamamamama.</title><content type='html'>Ugh, be back to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours of tuition until 1pm, then it continues at 2pm for 3 hours or less. Total of 6 hours outside of home.. Goodbye, internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry we couldn't make it Khye Siang. We'll try to do shopping the next week you come back okay? Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4355747776501377909?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4355747776501377909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/mimimimimamamamama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4355747776501377909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4355747776501377909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/10/mimimimimamamamama.html' title='Mimimimimamamamama.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8374671909262226139</id><published>2011-09-29T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:28:22.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin'/><title type='text'>Don't Keep It Inside.</title><content type='html'>Maybe my mom was right, keeping it all inside for too long will conclude to an uncontrollable outburst. Well, it all already happened anyway and there's nothing I feel that I can do about it now. So they finally know how I felt after all, but only up until now. Still I hoped that I was older, in that case I could just decide on something and move on with it. So I'd give up on my family since a year ago, but I'll never give up on my parents. Only my parents. Easy as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week had been really relaxing somehow :) Although the weekdays was just the same but the weekends were really helpful in balancing the teenage angst in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past Sunday, I had a chance to finally be able to contribute at least something to nature. The&amp;nbsp;Shah Alam River &amp;amp; Trees for Life event was a really helpful break for me. At first, I was afraid that it wouldn't turn out as good as I had expected but thank God, at least we had enough people to call it a society. For a first time planning something like this, I'm so so glad it turned out fine :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my whole class was there for a whole different reason but I hope they learned something from this event. Dissatisfied as I am on that day on the behavior and the lack of commitment from the group, I decided to let it go. Maybe teenagers will always be the same undisciplined teenagers. So yeah, I'm just going to let it go. Like my sifu said, don't be judgemental (: I really learned something from that bru. Don't judge me yet, I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, I had a great great time! My biggest thanks would obviously be to my boyfriend for supporting me all the way and keeping in pace with me so I don't trail back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second biggest thanks would be to Aoki and Jass Sin for making it there to be my photographers for FREE. Ugh, that made me guilty but I'm thinking maybe I'll just keep this one as an&lt;i&gt; 'I owe you one'&lt;/i&gt; for now. Until I'm happier in the future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_GlWEjdbkw/ToNKPu7hgFI/AAAAAAAABIg/JERE3_MRh2U/s1600/308421_2431250825397_1375427584_32868252_2078598050_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_GlWEjdbkw/ToNKPu7hgFI/AAAAAAAABIg/JERE3_MRh2U/s640/308421_2431250825397_1375427584_32868252_2078598050_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bru got this really yeng picture of me :) He named it cetak rompak. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2431214504489.2142624.1375427584&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;More of &amp;nbsp;my Bru's awesome pictures here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ki, I know I've been really pushy when we were there. But I really didn't know you took so many pictures and so many of ME especially -___-" However still :) I thank you so much for being there. I am the most grateful, I don't know how to describe this feeling. It's like you really are my bru, in a way :3 You make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thank Khye Siang and Chee How for making it :) You guys the bomb larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this time where I see Wei Shen and his guys do something stupid like an indian drama dance thing, it made my day :) At least it delayed me from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I eat a lot when I'm sad. And when I eat I get happy. So does this count as a disguise? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8374671909262226139?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8374671909262226139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-keep-it-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8374671909262226139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8374671909262226139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-keep-it-inside.html' title='Don&apos;t Keep It Inside.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_GlWEjdbkw/ToNKPu7hgFI/AAAAAAAABIg/JERE3_MRh2U/s72-c/308421_2431250825397_1375427584_32868252_2078598050_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5587725557721933900</id><published>2011-09-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:24:42.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin'/><title type='text'>Crumpled Up.</title><content type='html'>Hello, my invisible readers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sad. I've been really sad. The feeling of being neglected is just awful :( These days, I've been thinking of ways to get out of this gut-wrenching place. There's been this urge in me that keeps telling me that I need some time alone but the usual time alone in the room doesn't somehow blend in with this current emotion. This time, it wants a bigger space. Like major huge kind of big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts been wanting to go to the beach just to be blown by the wind and be lulled with the sound of the waves.. Sigh. Such big desires my heart has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it so hard to persuade people into committing into nature now. Is it not scary to you that movies like 2012 and Tsunami is showing in the cinemas? Was it not clear enough that it was a prediction? And yet, people just don't care :( Why? Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY LAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;You don't know how that word gets to me! Human beings now are so irrational not only in sense of the environment but with everything that goes against the word lazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Help nature? Lazy. Lets go dota? Ons, not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Recycle trash? Lazy. Watch movie? Lets go!&lt;br /&gt;Save animals? Lazy. Shopping? Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Plant tree? Lazy. Laser tag? Awesome plan!&lt;br /&gt;Help me please? Lazy. Don't help me please? (Asshole goes and help). &lt;/blockquote&gt;Does this make sense to you? NOT TO ME! &lt;i&gt;*furious!*&lt;/i&gt; ARGGH!! Don't you dare come to me and tell me you've never done anything like this before. I do not even dare to deny it myself, not say you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people understand that Mother Earth will only ask for help this once and this once is until you help her or it's really too late :( Why are you even looking forward to holidays when there wouldn't even be one in the future if you don't do something now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, and as my mood descends in rapid speed as the day goes, my teacher somehow can just never fail to irritate me. Today it wasn't Neil Armstrong nor was it aliens. This time, it was the 1Malaysia concept. I don't know how or what had made our topic turn from Perdana Menteri to 1Malaysia but what she's thinking is forever abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started by telling us about her nephew who was educated by the teachers in his kindergarten that 1Malaysia meant everyone stands on the same line and that there were no choosing over races. However, you and I know that it isn't true because no matter what, Malays will always be given priority in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Malaysia isn't a fraud, she was wrong. It just wasn't carried out right.&amp;nbsp;I understand that she's intimidated with the fact that 1Malaysia threatened her point of views towards Malaysia but who is she to say that 1Malaysia isn't something that we should be educated and be proud with? To me, 1Malaysia has somehow become the best concept that has ever occurred in Malaysia. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't only write this, I said it to her face what ever I thought could defend my perspective. I made her shut up and for the first time, I felt great not holding back by dissatisfaction towards her. It felt awesome to finally stand up to her and shut her yapping poop-hole.&amp;nbsp;And so I conclude, my teacher will forever be full of shit. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am clueless about my blogging now and ever. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5587725557721933900?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5587725557721933900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/crumpled-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5587725557721933900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5587725557721933900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/crumpled-up.html' title='Crumpled Up.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3200058377709605881</id><published>2011-09-18T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:39:08.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a very happy note, I am the new president of the Nature Society Club in school :) Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3200058377709605881?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3200058377709605881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-very-happy-note-i-am-new-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3200058377709605881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3200058377709605881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-very-happy-note-i-am-new-president.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8628584132092520579</id><published>2011-09-18T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:41:42.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishybradpittku'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You didn't give me support.&amp;nbsp;You didn't comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it to tease me with those harsh names just because you lost a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't encourage me. You didn't have faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;Was it what I felt in my heart true that because I wanted something you have and you gave it to me, now you're trying to make me not want it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't hug me. You didn't apologize.&lt;br /&gt;You know deeply in your heart that you are set to say that it was my fault all this while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never wait until I hung up. You never heard what I had to say in the end.&lt;br /&gt;It's because you never cared. And even if you said you did.. I don't see it.&amp;nbsp;Even if you said everyone can feel it, I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give a shit. You never felt the urge to confront me. You never asked me why with concern.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.. I said&lt;i&gt; "Please don't hang up on me"&lt;/i&gt; before you hung up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8628584132092520579?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8628584132092520579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-didnt-give-me-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8628584132092520579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8628584132092520579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-didnt-give-me-support.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1002455785907399683</id><published>2011-09-12T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:22:57.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>NOOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHERE IS MY LIKE BUTTON IN ALL MY POSTS?!?!? D:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1002455785907399683?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1002455785907399683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/nooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1002455785907399683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1002455785907399683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/nooo.html' title='NOOO!!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3081911167017251840</id><published>2011-09-09T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:30:36.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin'/><title type='text'>Days;</title><content type='html'>We were yelling our guts out as I had tears falling off the end of my chin when he presses his forehead and turns to back me. I was silent as he abruptly says he needs to go. From his go, I sensed that he wasn't coming back anymore for I knew he had her now. I sat there as he teared and walked out on me, his shadows disappearing. In a second or two, I woke up on the side of the bed. Oh, the grief I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he hugged me from the back and pecked my shoulder. Telling me, I've snored throughout my whole evening while the love of my life struggles with his mathematic homework next to me. It felt so real. And embarrassing but he feels like a husband :3 So there's no care there. &lt;i&gt;*jumps around like a girl*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, feel like drinking honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got honey but no ice. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my eyes were screaming to shut but when I look into his, he was going to cry.&amp;nbsp;He kept saying &lt;i&gt;"Erghhh :O I'm going to cry alreadyyy"&lt;/i&gt; and I shut mine first. PFFT. - Stare game. It was so far the most enjoying activity I've had in school recently.&lt;i&gt; *shakes head*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my teacher made the most awkward confession ever. She said she wouldn't wake me up from sleeping in class, which was untrue. Because she was jealous she couldn't sleep for more than 4 hours everyday, which is also untrue. Because this wasn't the first time she'd said that. She used to say 5 hours. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very random note, I am very sad that MSN died. For now, I have only.. 12 friends online and 166 emails to attend to which I think are all trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature Society for ACS 2011/2012 batch's election is tomorrow :( I have plans to make it better but I am so helpless because I think I won't even get any votes for anything. I need confidence but I got a feeling that my confidence will go wasted even if I had them. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight :3&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/1254728711533954453-3081911167017251840?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3081911167017251840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3081911167017251840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3081911167017251840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/days.html' title='Days;'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5352949752180652235</id><published>2011-09-05T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:39:44.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hie :) Annyeong hasimnika? That meant how are you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger updated their systems again! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya is almost over and school is tomorrow :( I can't believe I wasted my entire week doing nothing productive. Even the attempts to finish mathematics failed me miserably. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sepang last week, had Wei Shen's pre-celebration dinner at Boston and Wong's house the next day and slacked around until today! &lt;i&gt;*applause*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;:D:D Gamsa hamnida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very happy happy note :) My boyfriend is finally 18! Sarang haeyo :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's 12.30am.&amp;nbsp;Blogging mojo not kicking in :(&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is school. I shall off now :) xx'&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/1254728711533954453-5352949752180652235?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5352949752180652235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/hie-annyeong-hasimnika-that-meant-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5352949752180652235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5352949752180652235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/hie-annyeong-hasimnika-that-meant-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5490044776763994606</id><published>2011-09-04T04:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:16:36.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mn9GZgavU9g/TmKLnP-ihkI/AAAAAAAABDA/kXfeYdn2Sfw/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="344" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mn9GZgavU9g/TmKLnP-ihkI/AAAAAAAABDA/kXfeYdn2Sfw/s640/Untitled.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5490044776763994606?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5490044776763994606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-going-to-blog-about-my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5490044776763994606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5490044776763994606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-going-to-blog-about-my-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mn9GZgavU9g/TmKLnP-ihkI/AAAAAAAABDA/kXfeYdn2Sfw/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4128725569829187403</id><published>2011-08-22T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:43:46.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently playing repeatedly;&amp;nbsp;Skyscraper - Demi Lovato (Boyce Avenue &amp;amp; Megan Nicole acoustic cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JQ3r-rXUABI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlowwww :) So your highness have finally decided to blog, yeshhhhh! You are the utmost welcome. Just before everything, do check out the song I'm listening now. It's better than the original :) Impressed much. So many good singers on the loose on Youtube now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today's topic is My Class Teacher. Being her student isn't an honour nor a disgrace but listening to her cross the line of stupidity humours me.When she said she didn't believe that Neil Armstrong landed on the moon shuts the flames out of my rocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what the fuck?&amp;nbsp;Isn't the first person landing on the moon a history?&amp;nbsp;She must be crazy to have have a perspective like that. For all I know, 1963 she said? Was she even born yet? I know my mom isn't. So how is it that her challenge of denying that the man had, in reality landed on the moon is actually a fake? She even questioned why didn't they send a second man to land on the moon. My question is, what for? Got gold there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecting to the moon, she suddenly said the most outrageous things. The moon has holes called craters. Craters are formed when the aliens landed their ships on the moon? Hello, it's called impact craters for a reason to define a collision between an asteroid, comet or meteor and the moon. Aliens too much in her brain? And craters are like kilometerskilometerskilometers wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even says things like she often watches National Geographic, History Channel and what not. Then she said that the television said that men was experimented before and that's how we got our intelligence. This I find acceptable, aliens might exist! But believing in aliens more than a man landing on the moon? What are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel very sad being in her class all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Wtfknnccbmarshmellowcansuckonpedobearsballsandchoketilldielikeseriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igotalittlebithatemyteacherliao.Nolarh,likereallyhatealot. &lt;i&gt;*sniff sniff*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4128725569829187403?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4128725569829187403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/currently-playing-repeatedly-demi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4128725569829187403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4128725569829187403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/currently-playing-repeatedly-demi.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JQ3r-rXUABI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6326041603888736909</id><published>2011-08-18T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T01:16:14.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I emo. &lt;br /&gt;Hmph!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buaiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6326041603888736909?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6326041603888736909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6326041603888736909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6326041603888736909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-7551820483992363199</id><published>2011-08-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:58:39.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Once Done,</title><content type='html'>There's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday isn't like any ordinary Monday today. Instead of getting up to educate myself to walk, to be ready, I cried without any defense. I don't know if it's me of was it the waters being overfilled in my tiny figure. I just felt really awful at the fact that I wasn't a matter to people. Even a pea would have won me in a.. In every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people are going to start thinking that I have accompanies around and everywhere but friends? I don't think I remember having them anymore. Family? Even yours can never understand, what say mine? My boyfriend? Can I even still call him mine, I still wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have gotten into my mind is something that comes out right out of everyone's mind. I expressed myself. I showed frustration. I clearly stated on my forehead that help was indeed needed to accommodate with my decisions for later. I'm 18. Isn't this the year I desperate guidance? Especially when my options are wide open when I'm officially confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I realize everything is possible for me, I also realize that everything might be possibly wrong for me as well. Right when I think I'm at the very top of the world, I was actually dreaming right at the bottom, rotting in slavery and lack of dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a breather. I need to start over. All this wasn't what I planned after March this year. I had expectations that I could have gotten if only I was more selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me, don't talk to me. You won't help. Especially you.&lt;br /&gt;Come talk to me only when you know what to say. I don't need another one telling me things that won't answer my questions. The teacher is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-7551820483992363199?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/7551820483992363199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7551820483992363199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7551820483992363199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-done.html' title='Once Done,'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-630511241581113727</id><published>2011-08-12T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:11:53.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBbNLTa3dus/TkQMbpjpcoI/AAAAAAAABC4/5vgeDJQvRk8/s1600/118400457-matt-lewis-dreamy-419x628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBbNLTa3dus/TkQMbpjpcoI/AAAAAAAABC4/5vgeDJQvRk8/s640/118400457-matt-lewis-dreamy-419x628.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Adakah ini mimpi? Please pinch me because Longbottom cannot be this man! D:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRvDfuj2K2c/TkQMcVzwVMI/AAAAAAAABC8/Z1al4CfEhdk/s1600/lewismain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRvDfuj2K2c/TkQMcVzwVMI/AAAAAAAABC8/Z1al4CfEhdk/s640/lewismain.jpg" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet frog. LAWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter can go line up naw :) Even Malfoy is pleasing my lust now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-630511241581113727?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/630511241581113727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/adakah-ini-mimpi-please-pinch-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/630511241581113727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/630511241581113727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/adakah-ini-mimpi-please-pinch-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBbNLTa3dus/TkQMbpjpcoI/AAAAAAAABC4/5vgeDJQvRk8/s72-c/118400457-matt-lewis-dreamy-419x628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1320034430440359406</id><published>2011-08-12T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:38:01.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that time when you write a whole load of shit in a post and something unwanted happens and the whole fucking essay you wrote just vanished into thin air and when you tried to get it back, it was gone :O HOW DO THEY DO THAT??? DARK MAGIC. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy, since I got so pissed off, I've decided that I won't give up and I'll try to remember all I've written and rewrite again! :D You didn't just believe that, did you? Yes, I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause for an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, since I'm already out of things to write about :) I'll tell you this and I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FOOD WAS SOLD OUT HALFWAY THROUGH GERKORAMA 2011 AND I AM REALLY PROUD BECAUSE MANY PEOPLE SAID IT WAS REALLY GOOD FOOD AND I AM SO GLAD I PARTICIPATED FOR NO REASONS :) I JUST LIKE TO BE INVOLVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT. TEEHEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1320034430440359406?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1320034430440359406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-that-time-when-you-write-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1320034430440359406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1320034430440359406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-that-time-when-you-write-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5603690489611139938</id><published>2011-07-31T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:31:03.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yellow people! It had all finally ended for the month of July - my month of July in actual ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: dimgrey; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;July had been such wonderful abundance of joy :) This past week was as hectic as our country's traffic, but this was an enjoyable and awesome traffic jam! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know my posts these recent month had been a little too short and countable to satisfy but look at the brighter side, the three posts of events I still owe you are really really long! No? (Not really long but long) I bet it satisfied you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;However, I still doubt that you guys would read the whole thing but #ohwellohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Before I begin posting, I actually planned on a more decent post before I touch on my heavy tasks of writing the entire day today but while I'm writing this, I still didn't change my mind. HAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Links to the posts I promised you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/pasts-like-these.html"&gt;Convent's Canteen Day 2011&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/place-with-least-cats.html"&gt;Sarawak Trip&lt;/a&gt; organised by KPA of ACS Klang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-stare_24.html"&gt;MTV World Stage 2011&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gerkorama 2011 of ACS Klang. [soon :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5603690489611139938?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5603690489611139938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/bye-bye-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5603690489611139938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5603690489611139938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/bye-bye-july.html' title='Bye Bye July!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3622256711972602499</id><published>2011-07-24T11:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:27:28.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Love Stare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DokoWLh7vSQ/TjrVXd_ipRI/AAAAAAAABC0/KZkNlqooxQ8/s1600/P1140723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DokoWLh7vSQ/TjrVXd_ipRI/AAAAAAAABC0/KZkNlqooxQ8/s640/P1140723.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Line from 12pm when registration starts at 3pm. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know who BEAST or B2ST are but they weren't that bad :) - Everyday I SHOCK! SHOCK! LAWL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really don't know now is if I am really living in reality or am I still dreaming. Have I really witnessed Neon Trees and 30 Seconds To Mars performed right in front of my eyes? Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neon Trees pumped the crowd up like dynamites :D For a first-timer, IT WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT WAS AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I saw Jared Leto. I stared straight into his amusing eyes without a blink. His eyes are honestly the most attractive I've seen. Enthusiastic and full of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most fun there :) Especially with my boyfriendddd. I love you :) Sorry that you have a fat cow as your girlfriend :{ I'll go on diet for you nawww. You're welcomeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you get the point right? Imma go burst some TSTM music and dream naww. Lalalalala - BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3622256711972602499?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3622256711972602499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-stare_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3622256711972602499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3622256711972602499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-stare_24.html' title='Love Stare.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DokoWLh7vSQ/TjrVXd_ipRI/AAAAAAAABC0/KZkNlqooxQ8/s72-c/P1140723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4477400300887152535</id><published>2011-07-21T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:05:31.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>The Place With The Least Cats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Sarawak! I have so much to write about but nothing really important in them! The only thing I could really write from the trip is that I had the most fun with everybody there! If I do write about my entire 4 days there, I trust so that you guys won't even finish reading this post forever :( So to not waste your energy on reading this suppose-to-be long post. I've made it article-like and short for easy reading. Am I not just a doll? I knowwwww :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first, the thought of heading to Sarawak was making me really excited! We were going to climb a mountain, isn't that just challenging-ly awesome?! In my head, it was all &lt;b&gt;"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! I, BELINDA LEE IS CLIMBING A HIGH, DIFFICULT, MAJESTIC MOUNTAIN!!! &lt;i&gt;*SCREAMS LIKE A SIAO PO*&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, something like that but worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarawak is a beautiful state. Compared to Selangor, I really think they managed the place better than us by abundance. This is because I am most impressed with the level of cleanliness in Sarawak. If you can control the number of trash thrown on the streets by your people, you can call yourself awesome then. Look at KL and I can laugh already. PFFT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you all know, Sarawak isn't a very flat land like how it is here in the other side. The roads are curvy and from anywhere at all, you can see mountains popping out behind a skyscraper. The view is magnificent especially from a particular spot in the middle of Sarawak. I don't know what's it called but it looks like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUwowQXnXQo/Tjli1khMNDI/AAAAAAAABBs/JsbiQjvUY9U/s1600/P1130852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUwowQXnXQo/Tjli1khMNDI/AAAAAAAABBs/JsbiQjvUY9U/s640/P1130852.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This place shows a 360 degree view around Sarawak :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vDpKLZU0SM/TjljWR0K43I/AAAAAAAABBw/sZEruAJTVZY/s1600/P1130863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vDpKLZU0SM/TjljWR0K43I/AAAAAAAABBw/sZEruAJTVZY/s640/P1130863.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is one of the pretty views I've taken :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, all we've mostly wandered around was all in Kuching, where we were staying. The place felt really safe! Even in the middle of the night, our teacher allowed us to go explore the town. Maybe the place where we stayed at was a tourist attraction venue, hence I'm guessing that's why people wander in the night there a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO FAR, I only saw TWO cats there. I am disappointed at the name. Pathffffffffffathic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you'd ask me, Sarawak is kind of boring in the night. Nothing actually looks fun except for those people who sells Viagra openly by the streets and around shop-lots. I wanted to go stare at them and give them my awkward face but I was chickenfied. Very obscene, I got scared. LAWL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night was boring that we even caught a 11.30pm movie on the third night! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5A_zmLkHkuQ/TjlxhjlpEjI/AAAAAAAABB0/PTNEn6-WIE4/s1600/P1140309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5A_zmLkHkuQ/TjlxhjlpEjI/AAAAAAAABB0/PTNEn6-WIE4/s640/P1140309.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows Part Two, yo! (; Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdzwNYEK5SE/TjmA2gSJB_I/AAAAAAAABCY/btKy3tqLX5s/s1600/P1140319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdzwNYEK5SE/TjmA2gSJB_I/AAAAAAAABCY/btKy3tqLX5s/s640/P1140319.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pinch his fats! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like most tourists', we people from Klang do the same as well. We visit popular places, do recommended activities, and hunt for the best foods there in Sarawak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very eager to tell you the outcome of my food research there. For a first-timer there, I honestly think Klang is still the best place to look for great food. Often I look at the feedback of people travelling around the world promoting the food they've eaten and how they feel about it and many, they talk about Malaysia. So when I arrived in Sarawak, my hopes were flat and I got what I was expecting - so-so food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIGH SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it was Mr. Valentine that didn't know where the best foods in Sarawak were or we were too far from it? I can't blame him anyway :) After all, the Chinese race always have the best tastes' in food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to know something that I'm not going to SIGH for? MOUNTAINS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were suppose to climb a mountain called Gunung Santubong but our teacher said if we changed our minds to Gunung Gading, we can see a rafflesia, plus travel an easier and shorter trail. A rafflesia - &lt;i&gt;"So what?"&lt;/i&gt; but to Wei Shen, it was &lt;i&gt;"FUCK A RAFFLESIA YOU KNOW! HOW RARE!"&lt;/i&gt;. I agree, it is rare but I had no interest in seeing it at the moment but I saw it. I saw a rafflesia. BEAT THAT YO! Okay, it was amazing but smelly :) AND THE TRAIL WASN'T EASY OKAY. IT WAS CRAZY! WE COULD HAVE FALLEN OFF A CLIFF AND DIED THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzuZxiqUrZQ/Tjl9k2l0bLI/AAAAAAAABB8/6eo454R2cy8/s1600/P1140157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzuZxiqUrZQ/Tjl9k2l0bLI/AAAAAAAABB8/6eo454R2cy8/s640/P1140157.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proof! Gahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VI_Vl-5M9bM/Tjl-jSpG6AI/AAAAAAAABCE/184eaKM9ZFE/s1600/P1140226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VI_Vl-5M9bM/Tjl-jSpG6AI/AAAAAAAABCE/184eaKM9ZFE/s640/P1140226.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, this was the point where everything started to get hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21YvgZbbKOE/Tjl-9KxyT6I/AAAAAAAABCI/38fn3EizqdI/s1600/P1140250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21YvgZbbKOE/Tjl-9KxyT6I/AAAAAAAABCI/38fn3EizqdI/s640/P1140250.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leech that was on Jenn's track bottoms! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqwDmjHXEjo/Tjl_4xVaP5I/AAAAAAAABCQ/ev3bHxoJgEE/s1600/P1140268.JPG9188" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqwDmjHXEjo/Tjl_4xVaP5I/AAAAAAAABCQ/ev3bHxoJgEE/s640/P1140268.JPG9188" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Epic moments when Edmund did not realize that he was being sucked by a leech there until he bathed in the evening! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6k0lcw9DD-I/TjmAWNc6EFI/AAAAAAAABCU/T-UkvywyetI/s1600/P1140282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6k0lcw9DD-I/TjmAWNc6EFI/AAAAAAAABCU/T-UkvywyetI/s640/P1140282.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resting by a small DRINKABLE waterfall while waiting for the others to arrive down from the top :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-Q0p7firCQ/Tjl5bbaOn5I/AAAAAAAABB4/ertzDhWAqJM/s1600/P1140293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-Q0p7firCQ/Tjl5bbaOn5I/AAAAAAAABB4/ertzDhWAqJM/s640/P1140293.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe that we were up there on the tip?! I couldn't but I did it! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5WSRacljQig/TjrJWu4jo-I/AAAAAAAABCg/fFWM3sh0d8o/s1600/P1140364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5WSRacljQig/TjrJWu4jo-I/AAAAAAAABCg/fFWM3sh0d8o/s640/P1140364.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot on which day but I also saw furry apes :B&amp;nbsp;Wei Shen said they weren't apes.. So we must call then orangutans. That doesn't sound cute anymore but one thing is cute - there is one orangutan called Edwin :D Heeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBMPfVdxNyE/TjrJudez4aI/AAAAAAAABCk/Ubz3N_GVERQ/s1600/P1140380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBMPfVdxNyE/TjrJudez4aI/AAAAAAAABCk/Ubz3N_GVERQ/s640/P1140380.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say the orangutans are named after important people like the people who brought them to Malaysia and so on. Edwin must be proud. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At many of our free times out of the important activities like above and visiting the orangutans. We visited many museums there and pictures were forbidden but we did curi-curi snap some, thanks to Shaun. LOL. But I'm not going to upload it larh :B Later ISA will come catch me. We also did molding clay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNjo0Rf7RjE/TjrKGowUssI/AAAAAAAABCo/hq9rQnw3jxQ/s1600/P1140457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNjo0Rf7RjE/TjrKGowUssI/AAAAAAAABCo/hq9rQnw3jxQ/s640/P1140457.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with my doughnut :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also visited the waterfront at a Sungai Sarawak and the view was breathtaking :) But there's nothing special there anyway. NO FREEDOM. Play and fool around also kena marah by some apek :( Stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTVCoex5Lmg/TjrKjI7WgOI/AAAAAAAABCs/yaYLuReLoOQ/s1600/P1140541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTVCoex5Lmg/TjrKjI7WgOI/AAAAAAAABCs/yaYLuReLoOQ/s640/P1140541.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shen, me, Jenn and Shaun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmy-W1jMqCw/TjrK_cA_8mI/AAAAAAAABCw/yV1RWAjsqNk/s1600/P1140542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmy-W1jMqCw/TjrK_cA_8mI/AAAAAAAABCw/yV1RWAjsqNk/s640/P1140542.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaun's win with a digital camera :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, I got lazy up until here and I'm about to pass out anytime now. Thanks so much for reading this crap :) More pictures in my Facebook - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1461796200183.42734.1691790207&amp;amp;l=bfe4756a94&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1462673782122.42774.1691790207&amp;amp;l=15f52fc184&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1463012230583.42788.1691790207&amp;amp;l=bee1baafcc&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. From Elaura's Facebook, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2212584203554.129205.1515999921"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2221789273675.129738.1515999921"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know, we did more than I had mentioned here :) Go browse through the pictures to have a more clearer understanding of what we did the entire four days there. Hilarious pictures not to be missed ;) Like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PoGdZFse6o/TjfV9vqxejI/AAAAAAAABBo/3sOas5Df6iU/s1600/IMG_8156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PoGdZFse6o/TjfV9vqxejI/AAAAAAAABBo/3sOas5Df6iU/s640/IMG_8156.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaun missing in here. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Till then, chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4477400300887152535?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4477400300887152535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/place-with-least-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4477400300887152535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4477400300887152535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/08/place-with-least-cats.html' title='The Place With The Least Cats.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUwowQXnXQo/Tjli1khMNDI/AAAAAAAABBs/JsbiQjvUY9U/s72-c/P1130852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1180502939993045498</id><published>2011-07-15T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:54:19.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I GOT NO BLOGS TO READ D: SO SAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bC9AAkHHEgk/Th3HZrsLw_I/AAAAAAAABAg/YQKgVq5jMmg/s1600/P1130663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bC9AAkHHEgk/Th3HZrsLw_I/AAAAAAAABAg/YQKgVq5jMmg/s640/P1130663.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GUESS WHO SENT ME A LETTER TODAY :)??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSS. I KNOWWWWWWWW :D SEEEEE HOWWW HAPPYY I AMMM NAWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, erm. I mean see at the end of this post. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay larh. Maybe I like to show off a little bit. Fine, a lot. But bare in mind, I very mature one. I won't go in front of you and wave the tickets in your helpless face. Maybe. To Axel's face maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so excited for this concert! If you're someone close to me, you &lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt; even know that this would so be my first concert in my 18 years of life. Yes, tease me and say I live in a cave. I don't care also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I care! I'm going to make excuses naw! I was going to attend last year's MTV World Stage 2010 to make it my first one lor! You think I want meh, make this year my first time. Feels so old already right? &lt;i&gt;Sibeh lau&lt;/i&gt; can? Say that also my heart aching already. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I very boastful&amp;nbsp;when I won the tickets in the first place but you cannot blame me. I am a first timer marh! Besides that, you have to blame God for making all the good good concerts on 2010 instead of 2011. SPM YEAR LORH. So, I can now conclude that I have my rights to boast around your pathetic faces. Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________________-" Right, I just remembered something that makes me fret a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about thumbs up, (Y) does not look like a thumbs up okay. What the hell is MSN doing using this (Y) as a short form for a thumbs up emoticon? It doesn't make sense! If you guys don't know, (Y) is actually trending in every communication via text messages, especially throughout the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw (Y). I thought to myself, "Who the hell is this pervert larh?" but sad to know, it was May Yee. So I couldn't really blame her, she was born one. It was her destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, so being myself. I thought it meant "CLEAVAGE". (Y) don't look like&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; pang-pua-liap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to you merh? It does very much to me. Every time when people use that symbol against me, my emotions get really confused then I refuse to reply them. Then I get really mad because I cannot reciprocate with what ever they are trying to tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tease me again and say I live in a cave. Go on, I know you want to do it!&amp;nbsp;Like WTF? FML. I am old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went doodling around the net trying to find out what is (Y). I'm very thinned-face one, I die die didn't want to ask my friends. Until one time I gave up and stupendously -&amp;nbsp;instead of asking someone close to me like May Yee, the pervert herself or my boyfriend - I asked a so-called friend in Facebook which I do not speak to at all. (Maybe just not often) (In an extremely minimal range)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do so is not because my face is thin. This was in a totally unrelated manner. Coincidentally, he came and asked me something and after our conversation ended, I asked him what was (Y) and he told me it was a thumbs up emoticon in MSN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tada. The story of my life. (Y)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm going to Sarawak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Shall blog again tomorrow or something yah? Yah? Yah? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, time to see me happy! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyAOkDUD3GU/Th3HbSmdpCI/AAAAAAAABAk/QYqLUWnkFiM/s1600/P1130666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyAOkDUD3GU/Th3HbSmdpCI/AAAAAAAABAk/QYqLUWnkFiM/s640/P1130666.JPG" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BIG SMILES! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Say hi to Larry and Butto.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfb4n4XFNFE/Th3OJUfRW9I/AAAAAAAABAo/jq8bYUPy_MQ/s1600/P1130691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfb4n4XFNFE/Th3OJUfRW9I/AAAAAAAABAo/jq8bYUPy_MQ/s640/P1130691.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Goodnight! xx'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-7486143044117687186?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/7486143044117687186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-feet-says-no-more-stopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7486143044117687186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7486143044117687186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-feet-says-no-more-stopping.html' title='My Feet Says No More Stopping.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bC9AAkHHEgk/Th3HZrsLw_I/AAAAAAAABAg/YQKgVq5jMmg/s72-c/P1130663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-980670930004544908</id><published>2011-07-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:06:30.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Ask Me What I Want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want consideration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want consolation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to for once, understand, if I am at wrong, and it's been obvious that I was, and I didn't want to lose again, tell me you'll let it go, tell me it's because you love me, because you don't want to see me sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For once in my life, I would like to feel that I love you was everything I needed as long as I have you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-980670930004544908?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/980670930004544908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/ask-me-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/980670930004544908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/980670930004544908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/ask-me-what-i-want.html' title='Ask Me What I Want.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4333361222971771691</id><published>2011-07-10T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:42:03.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Pasts Like These.</title><content type='html'>Convent's Canteen Day, sucked. I'm sorry but honestly out of curiosity, am I somehow too intelligent compared to the specified group of people there or the things I think of is actually minds of people like genius' and professionals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Taken place on the 10th July 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had nothing gone old fashioned? Don't the people get tired of selling the same things? Why hasn't there been any improvement in placing tents to ensure a more spacious area instead of us &lt;i&gt;walk-hugging-stepping on-pushing-molesting&lt;/i&gt; each other until we burn ourselves on one of the stall's stove? Brain, where? Oh right :) Up your arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not dissatisfied because of the stove. Maybe part of it but I make sense here so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why is it that Convent hadn't even change a little bit on any of the canteen days held? Nothing had changed, really. Everything still sucks. Everyone just buys the food because they had coupons and they didn't have a choice. I even felt disgusted with the food there and wanted to donate my coupons to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Wanted. To. DONATE. Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, donate. I regretted buying them coupons. I got there at 1pm and nothing. Nothing else was on sale anymore. Everything was gone, vanished, lost, empty, teleportation if it applies! I still remember at my year, everything lasted until it was at least 3pm. Still, there would be people clamoring around the area luring people in for things to feed hunger and enjoy games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? Everyone just wants to go home -___-" The food? Cold and icky. The drinks? Colouring - die, sugar content - die, price - die, taste - TASTELESS! Our year, everything was a problem but nothing was quite a barrier for us to make it happen :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Convent Cemerlang,&amp;nbsp;Negara Terbilang,&amp;nbsp;Malaysia Boleh -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got that pretty darn right. But if what I'm experiencing forever applies then I doubt we can even reach Negara Terbilang, not to say Malaysia Boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kind of blur here. Oh wells :) Sorry, no pictures were taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4333361222971771691?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4333361222971771691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/pasts-like-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4333361222971771691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4333361222971771691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/pasts-like-these.html' title='Pasts Like These.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4380958628379873597</id><published>2011-07-09T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:57:24.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>BERSIH 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wanted to keep myself quiet but to think again, if I am going to call myself a Malaysian, I don't&amp;nbsp;want to think back to this day and feel useless that I was just plastic during what is happening now - if I do survive from this riot-to-be, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I'm going to survive anyway :/ But I'm praying hard that the people who are protesting with their hearts there wins. I understand riots are illegal in Malaysia but people have to remember that a riot is only called a riot when violence is actioned but from what I see, these protesters are just like a marching band marching into justice for EVERYONE in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to join the march in KL. I too wanted to prove to the world that democracy is the bomb and that the society are the backbones of Malaysia! But I'm not old enough to do my own decisions :( So all I can do to not be seen as a useless citizen is to blog about how I am supporting BERSIH kao kao.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was shocked (I KNOW MANY OF US ARE!!) to see that there was a huge number of Malays that actually participated in the BERSIH protests. I kept surfing sites for videos or pictures about BERSIH all around the world because I kaypoh to know how it was going to end. And while I'm blogging this now, I've got a feeling that BERSIH will come in good terms with the government anytime soon - of course, with BERSIH being right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a video of BERSIH in Melbourne, Australia singing Negaraku before they shouted their slogans to support BERSIH and I almost teared. I thought BERSIH was something against the Malays but obviously the race isn't an issue anymore. You can say that 1Malaysia is done. It is achieved by BERSIH, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am most disappointed about is that the PM hasn't even voiced out anything since the morning of this catastrophe that has fallen upon Malaysia. I expected at least a speech to calm the protesters down and bring this issue to a discussion among all Malaysians to vote and see if BERSIH was the thing to change Malaysia into a better country. Democracy? It feels like a lie all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Twitter, a girl said that Najib should be shot. I can't help to agree that he doesn't deserve to be our PM anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There are a few of you who thinks this is stupid right? Like why in the world should Belinda care for anything like this. It doesn't even concern her in any way. If she's so into BERSIH, go join the protest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, if you think again. I always say that I hate Malaysia for many reasons and this should be one of them to me. But I was born here, raised here and I've grown to develop an attachment to this country, especially to the food here. I want to protect that. I am sorry I love Malaysia but not the government or the people that runs this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if what I said is bullshit to you, it's okay. But what if. IF the protest really turned into a riot? If May the 13th repeats itself, what would you do? If this day repeats, this will be history. And in this history, your name is not going to be 'fighting with the right' like mine. Yours would be 'asshole who ran to whoever is predicted to win because he is afraid he might die'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who thinks all this politic issues are bullshit, will die getting shot one day in a war (if there ever was a war) because you don't watch the news and are unaware that if Malaysia is risking life, it's your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4380958628379873597?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4380958628379873597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/bersih-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4380958628379873597'/><link rel='self' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All six hundred and thirty nine days and still in counting :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5638555274702695728?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5638555274702695728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/31x1130x728x2248love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5638555274702695728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5638555274702695728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/31x1130x728x2248love.html' title='(31x11)+(30x7)+(28x2)+24+8=LOVE.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjm1fv4Do3M/ThM4h4x5fLI/AAAAAAAABAM/-qaki4GqLhc/s72-c/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8541246515752290010</id><published>2011-07-03T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:03:12.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday morning where no rain is falling. The weather is so freaking hot now :( It ruins everything that a Sunday provides. IT IS SO HOT OUTSIDE ALTHOUGH I AM SO COLD INSIDE BUT I STILL WANT RAINNNNN D::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNprARd99W8/ThAFRsZzCFI/AAAAAAAABAI/iPmH4GbTm4k/s1600/779c6f70-1249-4099-bbf2-3ab75d5f131b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNprARd99W8/ThAFRsZzCFI/AAAAAAAABAI/iPmH4GbTm4k/s640/779c6f70-1249-4099-bbf2-3ab75d5f131b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will blog soon after I do all my homework and if you're lucky, if I have mood xD BYE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8541246515752290010?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8541246515752290010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-sunday-morning-where-no-rain-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8541246515752290010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8541246515752290010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-sunday-morning-where-no-rain-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNprARd99W8/ThAFRsZzCFI/AAAAAAAABAI/iPmH4GbTm4k/s72-c/779c6f70-1249-4099-bbf2-3ab75d5f131b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-7837307222775393327</id><published>2011-07-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:11:58.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Where There Is Nowhere.</title><content type='html'>Everywhere you go, you know there will be something you'll start looking forward to no matter how bad the impression you have already had, you still change and new interests do influence your presence. To me, it happened and now, nothing is better said than to see the obvious. I am stuck. I have never been so lost in a place of study. My will is dying. My heart is rushing. I told myself that I needed to run. I need to escape this whole journey and travel in a new direction alone. I knew I would never make the wrong choices and even if I did, what else can be done except for trying to make it not? I ejected my parachute too early to know the ground is still so god damn far away, now I'm afloat on air with no land to creep on. Whilst I stay up here, my head had thoughts of life. When I was five, when I was seven, when I was 12, when I was 16, 17, and I am 18. My doings, my decisions, my feelings, my demonstrations of lingual - everything came into count. Maybe I did had bad decisions. Maybe I wasn't pleased with what I've done to know it's too late. I am struggling already, that means I shall be fighting over my rights already. I will succeed in this school. With not much expectations towards myself and a person whom I find very hard to connect now.&amp;nbsp;So I find it hard to live in a life of two souls tangled together and now I realize what reality is. What ever people are afraid of in this two person dimension, it's starting to hit me. Maybe I wasn't born ready like what everyone thinks I am of. I am born to be ready, I start to doubt that I was even born ready. It's starting to get crucial. My boat was shaking. My boat is shaking. My boat will shake until who knows when but my question is easy, is his boat shaking? Is he falling? He can swim, he won't drown.. But what if I was in the boat? Will he still swim me over to shore or would he save me from sinking? Why is it that I've never felt that I was to be saved not sinking but only saved to shore to be revived again to my worries and doubts towards my future boat that will continue to shake due to your unnecessary effort of keeping the boat still.&amp;nbsp;No, a boring boat will still not be used even if it is stable. I want a boat of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-7837307222775393327?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/7837307222775393327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-there-is-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7837307222775393327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7837307222775393327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-there-is-nowhere.html' title='Where There Is Nowhere.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-2639351436909465639</id><published>2011-06-28T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:32:08.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>HELL YEAH :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; 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font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiPtpuh7504/TgmtheWPYPI/AAAAAAAABAE/ktPtRcF8p_U/s1600/ws_header.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiPtpuh7504/TgmtheWPYPI/AAAAAAAABAE/ktPtRcF8p_U/s1600/ws_header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, MTV :) I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="SoftShadows" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-2639351436909465639?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/2639351436909465639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/hell-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2639351436909465639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2639351436909465639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/hell-yeah.html' title='HELL YEAH :)'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiPtpuh7504/TgmtheWPYPI/AAAAAAAABAE/ktPtRcF8p_U/s72-c/ws_header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-461540928689305085</id><published>2011-06-28T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:25:13.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishybradpittku'/><title type='text'>This Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was raining really heavily and I kept wondering how he was going to come over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got down to get myself ready for school,&amp;nbsp;I thought maybe somehow, the rain&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop&amp;nbsp;when I'm all set and it did :)&amp;nbsp;When I was in the kitchen packing food for&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;sister&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and myself, I heard the house gates open but I ignored it because it was obviously him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I, like every morning then went to fill my bottle of water.&amp;nbsp;While I washed at the sink,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he hugged me from my back and gave me not only one but many kisses :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best. Monday. So. Far. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-461540928689305085?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/461540928689305085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/461540928689305085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/461540928689305085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-morning.html' title='This Morning.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-538583436944533382</id><published>2011-06-25T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:09:56.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Did You Really Look My Way?</title><content type='html'>Cause no one could've seen this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read through my old posts and gosh, how enthusiastic I was at blogging the last year. Now, look at me? I am a mess in blogspot.com :( *sits at one corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this song really great that nobody can ever tell me it's old or what because the guy sounds great and the song is awesome and &amp;nbsp;regret not knowing this band before and now I am sulking over this because I wonder if I can still find their albums in store but still, Mcfly hidup! Rofl. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/100JX9LDwZE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-538583436944533382?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/538583436944533382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/did-you-really-look-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/538583436944533382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/538583436944533382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/did-you-really-look-my-way.html' title='Did You Really Look My Way?'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/100JX9LDwZE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-7792722469571820228</id><published>2011-06-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:28:27.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I Iz Hates Lifts.</title><content type='html'>Heyyo! Just got back from watching Green Lantern :) I've already watched a lot of other movies too. Will blog on about the movies at the midst of the post. Just by the way I'm saying that, it's obvious that I'm &amp;nbsp;slacking my way through Form 6 right now. True that but I'm still focused on what I'm suppose to do okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to like Form 6, despite the same routines of last year's tuition schedule and all, I'm doing good :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you guys I'm taking up accounts there? Well, it sucks to the core of my bones, honestly. I have never been so mentally abused by a lesson. When I thought like &lt;i&gt;"FINALLY, I KNOW THIS"&lt;/i&gt;, it turns out that I've done it in the opposite way. Which is really, like &lt;i&gt;"Mindfucked?! NO!&lt;/i&gt;". I believe I've blurt the words &lt;i&gt;"I'm giving up.."&lt;/i&gt; more than 9836592361 times already! Still, thank you Wen Yang for helping with the subject and providing me with the basic notes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily, I am playing the PS1 version of Harvest Moon on my netbook because my sister downloaded it for me. I know it's really old and all but seriously, will you even get bored of it if you were given a chance to play it all over again? Not to me! I am so excited about it, I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Shen's at Genting Highlands with them kids like Jordon, Wee King, Shawn and Axel. It's a school trip WHICH I WAS SUPPOSE TO GO TOO. Don't ask me why, I'll fishslap you. They just finished Snow World and the theme park :( That really sucks for me. But they're coming back home tomorrow anyway :3 Yay! By the way, I hate lifts because it's hard to talk on the phone when you're in them. Stupid lifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the movie reviews! Let's just say the movies these days look very interesting and out of the ordinary. But it's mostly not. That's what I've experienced. I WATCHED GREEN LANTERN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxSlhEKpLsI/TftmNOOa-pI/AAAAAAAAA-8/R_x352ClVzo/s1600/green-lantern-new-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxSlhEKpLsI/TftmNOOa-pI/AAAAAAAAA-8/R_x352ClVzo/s640/green-lantern-new-movie-poster.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucky ending though. &lt;i&gt;*sulk*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't basically the only movie that I've watched since past March. I had like Super 8, Pirates of the Caribbean, Paul, Thor, Kung Fu Panda 2 and yada yada. I can't remember a few :/ Sienz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd realize, movies now have great trailers but very upsetting reviews. Some of them are so good at the beginning, that you wait until the ending part where you were eager most - to get nothing special. Nothing shocking. NOTHING. The story line even sucks sometimes. Like, who'd know that the ending was so.. abrupt and boring. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I iz very disappointed with moviez nowadayz. Sighz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-7792722469571820228?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/7792722469571820228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-iz-hates-lifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7792722469571820228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7792722469571820228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-iz-hates-lifts.html' title='I Iz Hates Lifts.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxSlhEKpLsI/TftmNOOa-pI/AAAAAAAAA-8/R_x352ClVzo/s72-c/green-lantern-new-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4043777565387102720</id><published>2011-06-12T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:27:41.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Make Me A Rainbow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understood that school is tomorrow and look at me, blogging. Nobody would ever believe a relationship so corrupted like this ever deserves a happy ending. Have you ever seen the big black wolf having a happy ending with them three fat pigs in his tummy dead? I feel down, as down as the basement can go. Never had I felt so miserable when I know the love I'm having is the best that the world can ask for. You of all people, would not understand, of course. Nothing is impossible. Even a relationship I've admired since the beginning of it had ended with a miscalculation and refusal. But not mine. My instinct tells me that my problem was me. Nothing in the world can come down on me like how it had a month ago. I know myself. I see what I do and what I say. He sees them too but he never wants to say a thing. Nothing to him is a problem as long as it's me. I am his joy like he says. Until these days where I've burst into a mode of insanity. I tend to recall the past and I am determined to kill and torture with it. I don't like the change that had occur in my relationship. I am desperate. And when&amp;nbsp;I see others are happy with their spouses. I understand that joy. I experienced that joy but why is it that things must change as it goes? I don't understand that. I want it back. Was it hard? It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It was just impossible.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4043777565387102720?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4043777565387102720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-me-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4043777565387102720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4043777565387102720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-me-rainbow.html' title='Make Me A Rainbow.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4713394256972431102</id><published>2011-06-08T00:56:00.078+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:54:46.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Miracle Youth Conference - AIESEC!</title><content type='html'>While I was on the train heading to Serdang, I kept hoping that I did the right choice of making them two boys to come along with me. I kept wondering if I would regret going to where I was heading with my big luggage. I was worried my holiday went to a waste because I was scared the reason I was there for wouldn't come true. Hello? 5 days can eat up half of my 2 weeks holiday, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, my heart told me that I might really have made a wrong decision. It wasn't as what I was expecting and I was regretting. Most of the people there wasn't there for the same reason as I was :/ And it was not very comforting being with people who wants fun more than how to save mother earth. I was a little upset thinking that maybe this conference was like every other conference just bringing people in to have fun and just go through the environment topics and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first day, I was very uncomfortable being separated from Wei Shen and Wen Yang but after getting to know my new team members, it wasn't very devastating after all. They were all very nice people and honestly in my opinion, I think I've got the best out of all the 14 teams. My team members was everything I didn't had to ask for, optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5t4BeWGxjDQ/TfTQyLn9sUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/AHobUwXWOW4/s1600/253814_1393417890768_1691790207_691032_4102023_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5t4BeWGxjDQ/TfTQyLn9sUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/AHobUwXWOW4/s640/253814_1393417890768_1691790207_691032_4102023_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shockingly, I was elected as the team leader. Same goes to Wen Yang and Wei Shen. I named my team, Team Awesome. Because we're awesome that way. Basically, without my notice, my whole trip there was revolved around these awesome 10 people. You wouldn't understand the things we go through but if you'd be able to see us do things together, you would literally think that we, the awesome people has our own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities there was great. It was at the same time fun and beneficial. I bet I lost weight there :P Plus, we learned a lot a lot with trash and about the environment. This was a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;GAGA BOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; we made. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIhFdqf5mWs/TfTQ5ddj7wI/AAAAAAAAA-w/CvxiowxO8b4/s1600/247165_1393447371505_1691790207_691115_7189740_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIhFdqf5mWs/TfTQ5ddj7wI/AAAAAAAAA-w/CvxiowxO8b4/s640/247165_1393447371505_1691790207_691115_7189740_n.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just so you know, I was a person behind a camera all the time and all I did was observe. I did nothing else to help on the 5th of June, World Environmental Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the 5th of June would be a dread as society is so hard to compromise these days. But I learned that with hardwork, nothing is actually impossible. I see them do it, so I took one bookmark too, I approached a woman and I told her about our motives that day and we started to chat.&amp;nbsp;I am more than shocked to know that there are people who will talk more than we'd expect them to say. They share their concern for the earth and it's suffering. The only thing that concerns them is that they are afraid to do it alone and without support. If I were them, I'd chicken out too.&amp;nbsp;That's why we had to do it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 5 days being there, you can say that my perspective towards this conference was very wrong. This conference might so be the best that I have attended. I met many many new awesome people. Also as one of the team leaders, I've gained more than everyone there. The knowledge to plant, to spread, to grow is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that it would so be the best thing that I've done in the year of 2011. I thank you for the chance to be a part of MYC 2011. TEAM AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pO6Gr4CEEEY/TfTQ0z0iLXI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-4Ix-7ryod8/s1600/246610_1393541333854_1691790207_691353_1711990_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pO6Gr4CEEEY/TfTQ0z0iLXI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-4Ix-7ryod8/s640/246610_1393541333854_1691790207_691353_1711990_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;More pictures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1393490412581.40048.1691790207&amp;amp;l=fca62192b6"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;:) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1393404330429.40044.1691790207&amp;amp;l=4fbe6128e0"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1254728711533954453-4713394256972431102?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4713394256972431102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/miracle-youth-conference-aiesac_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4713394256972431102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4713394256972431102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/06/miracle-youth-conference-aiesac_08.html' title='Miracle Youth Conference - AIESEC!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5t4BeWGxjDQ/TfTQyLn9sUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/AHobUwXWOW4/s72-c/253814_1393417890768_1691790207_691032_4102023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5047353177785234876</id><published>2011-05-29T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:28:18.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Fierce Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EHiSRvTH3M/TeH0TB8nJfI/AAAAAAAAA-k/PbNUE3d00wY/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EHiSRvTH3M/TeH0TB8nJfI/AAAAAAAAA-k/PbNUE3d00wY/s640/DSC_0080.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be deceived :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can't see it though. It's too adorable, you can't see the fierce in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please tell me this is worth a like :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5047353177785234876?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5047353177785234876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/fierce-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5047353177785234876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5047353177785234876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/fierce-dog.html' title='Fierce Dog!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EHiSRvTH3M/TeH0TB8nJfI/AAAAAAAAA-k/PbNUE3d00wY/s72-c/DSC_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6836831153551726407</id><published>2011-05-27T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:54:55.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Worthy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRvZT160ySw/Td6MCMVcHnI/AAAAAAAAA-g/PN43nZJhIuo/s1600/Broken-heart-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRvZT160ySw/Td6MCMVcHnI/AAAAAAAAA-g/PN43nZJhIuo/s640/Broken-heart-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Maybe to you, it doesn't matter. Maybe to you, nothing else matters but you. I know the whole world now revolves around you and you're happy that you have enough to hold on to. To you, I am not important, I get it. To everyone, I am the hypocrite but not you because? Because you're a guy and the people you once treated badly was girls. I admit, girls are easy. You got the advantages that I am so severely envious now. You make me feel stupid. Why did I ever fall for a person like you? I used to think that you were very sensitive and that no matter what happened, I would still try to care for you. I chose to leave and I am sorry it was in such short notice. I thought at first, maybe you really loved me but why was it that I see you easily moving on as if the cries and the hurts never occured in your life. It wasn't easy even for me but from what I see, "You are one fake bastard". You denied that it was easy, you said it was difficult but you kept it all to yourself. From what I see now, I feel lied to. The people you call great friends now, aren't they the people that made us separate in the first place? You got to admit, they were the people who brainwashed us and provoked our decision into ending it. But why am I not chosen against them? Was what ever we had nothing to you? Was I unworthy? Have I mistreated you in the past? Why do I deserve treatment like this now? What ever I say is a threat to you. Know what's great about me that you can never win? I got a boyfriend. A reality that you can never accept in your heart&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel damn sien. This was a draft in my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6836831153551726407?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6836831153551726407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/nuff-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6836831153551726407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6836831153551726407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/nuff-said.html' title='Worthy.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRvZT160ySw/Td6MCMVcHnI/AAAAAAAAA-g/PN43nZJhIuo/s72-c/Broken-heart-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4961585406542554873</id><published>2011-05-26T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:14:49.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>You Are Of All The Reasons To Darken My Day.</title><content type='html'>Good evening, I greet to readers and beloved friends that I miss so much. Today, I won't be posting accordingly. I only want to touch the things that mattered to me this whole month :) The things that made me feel extremely happy. Like, extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the past Sundays, I took a train to Sunway Pyramid by myself! Bravest achievement yet :D Was betting with Khye Siang who was travelling as well but in a different train from KL. He got to Subang Jaya first, he won :( I treated him with Starbucks. PFFT! We hunted for a bag for Khye Siang's laptop and Plants vs. Zombies-ed all the way while waiting for Ching and Kok Han's arrival. Hung around and had dinner and Ching got us home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On our way home;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAHtct-Hyf8/Td0h0OpKEHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XZCaAijRCcQ/s1600/P1130171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAHtct-Hyf8/Td0h0OpKEHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XZCaAijRCcQ/s640/P1130171.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khye Siang!! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg1TM-pAURg/Td0h2_ZHJ0I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2EoZNvKv1GM/s1600/P1130228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg1TM-pAURg/Td0h2_ZHJ0I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2EoZNvKv1GM/s640/P1130228.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They didn't like taking pictures :( So sad larh can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkGqnGfhxgM/Td0iFlawWKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/8_lZ2kW4EEo/s1600/P1130233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkGqnGfhxgM/Td0iFlawWKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/8_lZ2kW4EEo/s640/P1130233.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was raining until we got home. So scary, the lightning, you know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What made me happy was that Ching of all people went out with me for the first time :) His mouth very poisonous -___- PFFT. Shocked that I could actually stand a day with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad is that Khye Siang never changed a bit. &lt;u&gt;He wanted to get a pink bag for his laptop.&lt;/u&gt; I KNOWWW, WTF RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted on an orange bag. To me, the orange bag was better off compared to the pink one. I could imagine now; Khye Siang with that pink bag getting insulting stares by strangers and they're going&lt;i&gt; "Wtf, that guy LOA?"&lt;/i&gt;. Why? &lt;u&gt;Because that would be what I do if he was a stranger to me&lt;/u&gt; -_______-" Sometimes, the NOT OBVIOUS is the OBVIOUS alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, if a girl gets a pink bag, guys would go saying that the girl's cute with her gestures and all. But if a guy gets a pink bag, doesn't he just builds up a bad impression? Especially to those really unreasonable men that likes to bully weaklings, wouldn't anybody with a pink bag get laughed at? If I were a guy and I saw a guy with a pink bag, I would go&lt;i&gt; "*rolls eye* Is he trying to tell us that he's gay?"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;I am serious.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to respond to your post. I don't like the way you're writing as if you're blaming me for the orange bag. At least orange isn't painful to the eyes. If you'd like :) I'll pay you back and take that orange bag and you can go get a pink one then. On?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4961585406542554873?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4961585406542554873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-of-all-reasons-to-darken-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4961585406542554873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4961585406542554873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-of-all-reasons-to-darken-my-day.html' title='You Are Of All The Reasons To Darken My Day.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAHtct-Hyf8/Td0h0OpKEHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XZCaAijRCcQ/s72-c/P1130171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-2394350484362924133</id><published>2011-05-25T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:14:01.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Nobody's Going Anywhere Without Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fQ59lAep8A/Td0Q5VVwrNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IXlsKKi1WTc/s1600/P1130257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fQ59lAep8A/Td0Q5VVwrNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IXlsKKi1WTc/s640/P1130257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, I sew it on myself. I am so totally a big girl now (; Weee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with school larh, right? Since I've always been there the whole month. I can't be more than happy being in my new class now. Instead of being originally stranded and lonesome in my previous science class, I am now splashed with dozens of attention from my friends. MY CLASS VERY FRIENDLY, CANNOT DENY! No teachers being bitchy up until now which is great compared to the previous Professor Snape-ish teacher. Ugh, so so negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have one concern though. I know bragging about your teachers on your blog isn't really a great idea considering the &lt;i&gt;sibeh-kaypoh-&lt;/i&gt;reporters nowadays who are really into high school dramas but I think I know my limits here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My accounts teacher is a darling. I like him very much for his patience and friendliness but &lt;b&gt;he is so weird&lt;/b&gt;. Just yesterday, he asked me to photostat notes for my class but today, he expected the notes to be done already. I was absent and a lot of my friends came to me via Facebook or MSN, telling me that he was mad that I didn't get the notes ready for him as he wanted to teach through the said notes. Honestly, I was very angry. He's a teacher and we're students. I understand that what ever we study isn't any of his concern considering his job is to only guide us through the subject. But what right does he have to give me a one day due date for the photocopies and get mad. &lt;u&gt;I am not his slave&lt;/u&gt; and I am not the only one studying, am I? Plus, it isn't really a good idea to ask for something in a day too right? If you think more responsibly, is it not better if I was asked to photocopy notes a few days before the class so there wouldn't be anything like what happened in school today? I'm just sounding my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are so weird these days. First it was the woman who warned us about Form 6 before any syllabus even begun and now there's this rushy teacher who thinks I am damn free to do photocopies for him my entire year and a half. Thank God my economic teacher is crazily humorous 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-2394350484362924133?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/2394350484362924133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/nobodys-going-anywhere-without-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2394350484362924133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2394350484362924133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/nobodys-going-anywhere-without-him.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Going Anywhere Without Him.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fQ59lAep8A/Td0Q5VVwrNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IXlsKKi1WTc/s72-c/P1130257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4878755403287036773</id><published>2011-05-21T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:00:53.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking at you with'em drowsy looking eyes is mine. You afraid now? HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;*drops dead and snores*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zzz..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4878755403287036773?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4878755403287036773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-looking-at-you-withem-drowsy-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4878755403287036773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4878755403287036773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-looking-at-you-withem-drowsy-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1232315891386121691</id><published>2011-05-16T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:10:08.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Remember Me.</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry that I am not very much enjoying life being 18 as much as I should now. College looks fun, really, very, I know. I've seen the faces. I wish I was there. But that isn't the reason why I am suppose to be there and you know that :/ I adore the life that I first planned to have but since I've chosen another path, I feel the need to comfort myself into accepting that it really isn't that bad because eventually, I will get to where I want but only later. Just not now :) And I get to go through all this with a company which I am very happy with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people kept asking me - especially him, why I dropped the ambition for engineering. &lt;b&gt;Truly, I hate the chemistry teacher who looks down on students who do not take up science subjects&lt;/b&gt; 8D. More truly, I am more disappointed at myself than anyone in this world can be for my drastic decision. I stayed up all night thinking how would I do this. I only had one chance and one life to make myself proud and I'd chosen something which I think would lead me to both my desire and career. Why should I be sighed at? Am I doing it all wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll prove you wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really hectic in Form 6 compared to the predicted schedule if I did enroll myself in college. I didn't really expected so many familiar faces to attend Form 6. Can't even believe that a person with full 10A+ would still return to high school again. I used to wonder why but it wasn't a question anymore;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of orientation up till now, teachers are still giving the same messages indirectly behind your bones or directly in front of your face, telling you how difficult Form 6 would be because it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'THE FORTH HARDEST EXAM IN THE WORLD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Look at that, doesn't it scare you? :O In my most obvious minds, I know I will be among the ones that get affected by words like that. I have and that's the answer to the question. People with 10A+s have got the balls I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sew my school badge I think 20degree senget already :( Okay larh xD So out of topic. Back back back back!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that difficult? Really? It's making me shake but in the same time, I kept thinking that if I do stop Form 6 and move on to college like I had in mind now, I would be a coward just running away from anything difficult. So my exams in high school would be harder than the thing's I'll learn in college. It doesn't have to scare me if I know I can. Problem now is, I don't know if I can :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the opportunity to visit Sunway University College with acquaintance of Wong and Wei Shen the past Thursday. I consulted the counsellor in hoping that he would lead me right where I wanted to go no matter through college or through high school, whichever was better. The Indian man looked friendly. I filled in the forms like he asked me to and he confronted me about my career decisions. He was very comforting. I bet he was really good in his psychology :P &lt;i&gt;*envyenvy*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood that his priority had to be promoting the college before I can get him to my point of view. So I waited until his blabbering ended then I asked my questions. He was nice, he leaded me through the books of my choices of careers and told me that if I would like to pursue the particular careers, I had to take up a Pre-U programme. He said I suited every programme I wanted but one programme caught my eye. The subjects he recommended in FIA was the same as I'd seen in the Form 6 accounts class. I was more than happy to realize that even with my STPM results, I could do the degree I intended since before. The only thing I had to cut off from my career choices was designing, engineering and architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was allowed with a degree in accountancy and psychology :3 Which was all I had my priorities on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of the costs that might burden me in college if I took up the subjects that were free in Form 6. It would be a waste. I would just be paying tenth thousands for the environment and nothing else. &amp;nbsp;I had a laughter going on, you know. Luck was on my side :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side is that I have to start accounts from scratch :( Anyone can lend me Form 4 accounts textbooks? Pretty please? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't actually explained clearly about this yet. I know they wouldn't understand. I had the words 'DISAPPOINTED' and 'SIGHS' thrown at me because I decided to join the accounts class in Form 6 instead of the science class like I always said I would join. I know it's so &lt;i&gt;sia-&lt;/i&gt;swey to drop from science but &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what good is there if I will keep sleeping in both my PHYSICS and CHEMISTRY classes because one is SO BORING and the other is BORING AND PROFESSOR SNAPE-ISH!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I MEAN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She will be the sister of Professor Snape from Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH! Laughdiemelaughdieme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KDK5jdpSrU/TdAIYUwrtNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5NbH_lVIHAg/s1600/snape7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KDK5jdpSrU/TdAIYUwrtNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5NbH_lVIHAg/s640/snape7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Proved you wrong? :) I love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1232315891386121691?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1232315891386121691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1232315891386121691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1232315891386121691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KDK5jdpSrU/TdAIYUwrtNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/5NbH_lVIHAg/s72-c/snape7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-86665458139010512</id><published>2011-05-10T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:23:16.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHA SO CUTE LARH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chd6IGKZFv8/TcgUj9CJ3vI/AAAAAAAAA-I/I1r-Ro_7FP8/s1600/Untitled.pngASD.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chd6IGKZFv8/TcgUj9CJ3vI/AAAAAAAAA-I/I1r-Ro_7FP8/s640/Untitled.pngASD.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-86665458139010512?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/86665458139010512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/hahahahahaha-so-cute-larh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/86665458139010512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/86665458139010512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/hahahahahaha-so-cute-larh.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHA SO CUTE LARH!!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chd6IGKZFv8/TcgUj9CJ3vI/AAAAAAAAA-I/I1r-Ro_7FP8/s72-c/Untitled.pngASD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-2232418255900803295</id><published>2011-05-06T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:15:08.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBs3dtJGaxo/TEiSHiVdwfI/AAAAAAAAACw/kaWK-FB1lz0/s1600/I+am+sorry.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBs3dtJGaxo/TEiSHiVdwfI/AAAAAAAAACw/kaWK-FB1lz0/s320/I+am+sorry.gif" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it's been awhile. But sadly, it's 4am now. I'm getting mosquito bites on my elbow. BITESS! I got a new dog named Max. He's a terrier. He sleeps outside of my bedroom door now. That's just creepy. Cause before, I thought what the hell was walking back and forth in front of the door cause the shadows are like, scary. Now I got three dogs. Bahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 6 starts in 3 days or less :) I am excited. Am shopping for school stuff tomorrow with Wei Shen before work :3 Till then, love you guys who still reads. &lt;i&gt;*whinkwhink*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-2232418255900803295?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/2232418255900803295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2232418255900803295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2232418255900803295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBs3dtJGaxo/TEiSHiVdwfI/AAAAAAAAACw/kaWK-FB1lz0/s72-c/I+am+sorry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8176731334486686704</id><published>2011-04-16T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T04:10:20.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>But She Takes It All For Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xr3qfy78iG4" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;She is love, and she is all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your absence is acknowledged. I do miss you. I hope you're doing great. Just so you know, I'm doing fine :) If we ever do find the time, we'll meet by fate. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8176731334486686704?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8176731334486686704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/04/but-she-takes-it-all-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8176731334486686704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8176731334486686704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/04/but-she-takes-it-all-for-me.html' title='But She Takes It All For Me.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xr3qfy78iG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6551645481256963939</id><published>2011-04-08T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T02:02:40.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Hello Mellow Bellow, Yellow :)</title><content type='html'>Ohmygod! HELLO! Like seriously, how long has it been right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to believe this. I am blogging with so much error now, I type this sentence in one minute because I am so tipsy now. Even the movement of my mouse is shaking already. Did I mention I hate whisky and brandy? I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you guys already known from a previous post which I don't remember. But I remember saying that I'm working in Flavors at Centro now right? Well, just for information, I am doing well :) That place makes me feel homey. The boss is great, my colleagues are great despite a few, working had been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about working there is that, they let us test wines. Honestly, it's not like Im taking anything for granted but really, working there gives great experience and knowledge. I really like working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD, Blogger had improved so much! Even the writing column now expands when my post gets long! Yay! No more scrolling! This proves that I've been so missing in action for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides working, did I tell you I'm going to Form 6? Well, yes I am. I know it'd be like, "Wtf? You can afford to go college but why are you choosing Form 6!?" - many is telling me that. However, I'm doing this to save cost. Honestly speaking, I don't like spending my parent's money. Especially when I've started working, it's been like a burden or an embarrassment to me if I really asked money from my parents since I'm capable at earning a bit for a living now. I don't know why but I really think I'm not worth for them to pay for my education if I don't strive as much as the other hardworking ones. I admit, I'm a slacker :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, college isn't everything kay? I know people say it'll get you further or it'd be easier or the education is better or yada yada. Seriously, does it matter? Your education is a lifetime. I hate people who goes against what they can. Like, if you can't afford something, don't force yourself. If you think it's not worth it, don't do it. But saying something isn't good before you try it? Now that's what I call a dumb ass. Don't say Form 6 isn't for people to study in because college exists. College only provides more freedom, that's it.&lt;b&gt; It's not different from any studies.&lt;/b&gt; It's still studies. Want to know the down side of college? They eat your money up fast. so make it worthwhile :) Study extra hard cause you paid extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's a boring thing to write about. Next topic? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who says working with your boyfriend or girlfriend will corrupt your relationship? Mine is doing better than ever, really. I've never been so close and exposed to him like how I am now. Even when I drink, I'd feel so much secure because I know he'd be watching over me. Better, he'd be watching and looking over me all the time, drunk or not. The best thing is that he doesn't mind if I socialise too much with customers or sit with them to chat.&lt;b&gt; It feels like an understanding. I feel happy :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm blogging in a very jumping topic kind of way but really, I had alcohol and my hands feel tired even when I type a bit. BUT I SHALL TYPE! For you :) If I could call you my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am proud to admit again that I scored 5A's in my SPM. Trust me, it was the most shocking thing in 2011 that struck me. I couldn't believe it myself. I am more than proud at myself, not to say my parents :) I thank all my teachers. Even the ones I hate :3 Without everyone, I wouldn't be what I am today. I wouldn't have achieved what I have accomplished now. I am more than happy to say thank you for everyone that's been in my life. Even you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired now I am going to dota. FYI, it took me an hour to type all this. Laugh all you want. Bye! Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6551645481256963939?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6551645481256963939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-mellow-bellow-yellow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6551645481256963939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6551645481256963939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-mellow-bellow-yellow.html' title='Hello Mellow Bellow, Yellow :)'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8817221727823447336</id><published>2011-03-25T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:47:35.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Am More Than Extremely Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I got 5A muddabetch :) Porito kao kao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8817221727823447336?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8817221727823447336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-more-than-extremely-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8817221727823447336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8817221727823447336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-more-than-extremely-happy.html' title='Am More Than Extremely Happy!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8317855011400744596</id><published>2011-03-14T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T03:24:27.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>I Dance Through Them.</title><content type='html'>I feel so awfully weird now :O HAHA. I just wanted to laugh larh when I wrote 'awfully'. See, weird feelings. What the fuck, now I'm irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I happy now. So let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl who woke up in the morning and said &lt;em&gt;"MY BOYFRIEND WENT KL. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE TODAY ALREADY LARH!"&lt;/em&gt; and went back to bed until it was 2pm. She couldn't find the will to sleep anymore so she woke up and wormed on the sofa until she realizes she was hungry. She looked around and spotted her sister and both they went to AEON to have the nearest Subways. While she was eating, she saw these two couples holding each other while they discussed what they should order. In depression, she went in her heart -&lt;em&gt; "Oh fuck the world"&lt;/em&gt;. After eating, she went strolling around and saw numerous couples walking the mall today. She sighed angrily and in her heart she said &lt;em&gt;"Watch out, world! When my boyfriend gets back, you're going to get it!&lt;/em&gt;" and she giggled (it was more to snickering) by herself like an insane person until she realized people was staring. She then stood there like a bamboo and acted oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl was me and oh, so embarrassingly funny, I find it humorous :/ That should be the most silliest thing I could have done in public. BIG SIGH. I don't know why I cannot &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; when I see other couples doing stuff I cannot do :( SO JEALOUS! Brings down my self-esteem lorh :( I know they very sweet :( My relationship so salty one :( JEALOUS!&lt;em&gt; *self-esteem drops* &lt;/em&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be my last day of freedom before I start work on Tuesday :) I'm going to look stupid on Tuesday, that's for sure. I am not excited except for the fact that I'm going to work with him :) No, not at Shepherdoo anymore :) Glad like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I find this funny. Why ah?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zekEe_tz78o/TX0YxIXQK2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/DaWksG2F9H0/s1600/love.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zekEe_tz78o/TX0YxIXQK2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/DaWksG2F9H0/s640/love.gif" width="488" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adios :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8317855011400744596?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8317855011400744596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dance-through-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8317855011400744596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8317855011400744596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dance-through-them.html' title='I Dance Through Them.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zekEe_tz78o/TX0YxIXQK2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/DaWksG2F9H0/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6789349465142389089</id><published>2011-03-10T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:50:41.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speak Alouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><title type='text'>Decisions That Cause Conclusions.</title><content type='html'>How it seems, doesn't mean it's someone's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that now that I have decided, my heart felt free. I thought I would be strict with my decisions at the first time when the question started existing. I told myself that I would go back no matter what because I know that I should not leave unless I clear my name again. But I estimated myself wrongly. I considered for the sake of knowing what will please the others. I decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand it's stupid to leave looking guilty. But when I think again about staying, my mind was threatened by the way I will be treated if I don't leave. I know there will be better ones replacing my place. I am not afraid for I know I did my best. I was only at the wrong place at the wrong time to have come to where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only issue I cannot put down is how that place had turned everything upside down. I almost lost a friend there, I felt like everyone was a hypocrite, including myself. I saw how cruel the world can be and how it's defenseless to fight back as the world is forever unfair at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I would love to sit there and talk to them as a friend instead of being one of them. I want to know how they are. Are they as beautiful as the others when they are away from the lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6789349465142389089?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6789349465142389089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/decisions-that-cause-conclusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6789349465142389089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6789349465142389089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/decisions-that-cause-conclusions.html' title='Decisions That Cause Conclusions.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8763491987170162634</id><published>2011-03-07T07:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T07:38:22.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Scratch Those Feelings Away, Darling.</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY ATE THAT SMELLY TOFU THING THAT SMELLED LIKE CRAP and gosh, did it wreak but it didn't hit the expectations where the taste would overcome the smell of that delicacy with zero effort. Therefore, it had failed and disappointed me. &lt;u&gt;I am showing a sad face now&lt;/u&gt;. It tasted weird. Have I eaten it in a wrong way? Yes, I should go back there for a second attempt. I shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm! Writing about that &lt;i&gt;chao-tau-fu&lt;/i&gt; had already gotten me hungry with the desire of trying every single edible matter they are selling there! If you'd like to know which I will eventually tell anyway, I'm talking about the night market at Setia Alam. I feel so &lt;i&gt;sua-ku&lt;/i&gt; now :P Blehhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems, Setia Alam isn't really far away from Wei Shen's house! It is so near, I couldn't believe it. Just a turn to the left, then right then left and right and there it was - too near! Amazing, no? :O I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night market was gorgeous. The view from a far was just a beginning of a very tempting urge to see stalls of food lining along such a long road. I bet it hit one kilometer from beginning of one stall to the end. So majestically long, I actually thought of quitting the walk halfway and screw the food. But I didn't. My conscience told me that I should consider the amount of FOOD I shall have in my tummy at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll feed you with a few delicious I had now :) Imagining time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZktEA5baSO0/TXQDdQOty4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4gwZIIZJDTQ/s1600/P1120150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZktEA5baSO0/TXQDdQOty4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4gwZIIZJDTQ/s640/P1120150.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was the first thing me and Wei Shen had. It's some kind of tradisional ice-cream with a lot of flavours. It reminds me of the icy popsicle thing I used to have when I was in primary! It was so appetizing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QWyTFMoEils/TXQD5ntNraI/AAAAAAAAA80/Eo57KPVMby0/s1600/P1120153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QWyTFMoEils/TXQD5ntNraI/AAAAAAAAA80/Eo57KPVMby0/s640/P1120153.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is &lt;i&gt;ba-zhang&lt;/i&gt;, d'oh. I am told that different places sells different taste of &lt;i&gt;ba-zhang&lt;/i&gt;s. Therefore, I am determined to try certain &lt;i&gt;ba-zhang&lt;/i&gt;s that look yummy to me :) So, I got one of the meat and egg yolk ones but I didn't manage to eat it :( My dad&lt;i&gt; kastam&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1q-BUcsuZYk/TXQEYCLHtaI/AAAAAAAAA84/pKsvReqY0qA/s1600/P1120163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1q-BUcsuZYk/TXQEYCLHtaI/AAAAAAAAA84/pKsvReqY0qA/s640/P1120163.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had that fried prawn thing here :) It was so cheap :) :) I like cheap stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BLlO_gwfxKI/TXQE4ufOhFI/AAAAAAAAA88/s9ThJI2s6Og/s1600/P1120172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BLlO_gwfxKI/TXQE4ufOhFI/AAAAAAAAA88/s9ThJI2s6Og/s640/P1120172.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Varieties! :D :D Ahhh!! My sister would love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P6_AbTet1Vs/TXQFV04uUrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/D7aZXKbTdlk/s1600/P1120175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P6_AbTet1Vs/TXQFV04uUrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/D7aZXKbTdlk/s640/P1120175.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember telling my brother that this sucks because it's so hot. But I change my mind now. It's so yummy larh can? I never tried this before and when I had it, I thought the idea was really creative. Thumbs up :) I'll get it again if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qPiPM4E9aW0/TXQMOVctSgI/AAAAAAAAA9g/20rlDAEj46U/s1600/P1120176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qPiPM4E9aW0/TXQMOVctSgI/AAAAAAAAA9g/20rlDAEj46U/s640/P1120176.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awwwww :3 This makes them look more appetizing!! Gahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7kU-PKH-UJ4/TXQHrORgigI/AAAAAAAAA9U/MG6DNNZzDfQ/s1600/P1120199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7kU-PKH-UJ4/TXQHrORgigI/AAAAAAAAA9U/MG6DNNZzDfQ/s640/P1120199.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mua chi! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dZhDd1TGwQA/TXQGvKNA0FI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Ju6a2ZtcA5Y/s1600/P1120188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dZhDd1TGwQA/TXQGvKNA0FI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Ju6a2ZtcA5Y/s640/P1120188.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What do you see when you first saw it? When I first saw it, I thought it was sweets. Then it looked awkward and I went closer and thought it was some kind of doughnut :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M1w0ESrLARI/TXQHNm67dCI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dS_h-s9KwCA/s1600/P1120189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M1w0ESrLARI/TXQHNm67dCI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dS_h-s9KwCA/s640/P1120189.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But actually, it was cupcakes. Ohmymeow! So small and cute! One bite size, you knowww. So cute how to eat? :( See also &lt;i&gt;mm-sek-tak&lt;/i&gt; larh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Hn7hnH_aJkE/TXQGPKiV2ZI/AAAAAAAAA9I/KrqPbieoX4s/s1600/P1120177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Hn7hnH_aJkE/TXQGPKiV2ZI/AAAAAAAAA9I/KrqPbieoX4s/s640/P1120177.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got 6 of these :3 Has many flavours lorh! And they are quite big size one lorh :D :D :D Buy 10 free one lerh. Regret already didn't buy extra :( One day only, ALL GONE. PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JuMmTSDQQhI/TXQZRaj8L9I/AAAAAAAAA98/4M5kzLavbEc/s1600/P1120186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JuMmTSDQQhI/TXQZRaj8L9I/AAAAAAAAA98/4M5kzLavbEc/s640/P1120186.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I forgot to try lorh &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; It looks so nice can? See picture also salivate already ah &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; In fact, I forgot to try a lot of things lerhh &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; I want to die!! Wuhuhuhuhuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aSx2gTs7Phk/TXQL8XI_ssI/AAAAAAAAA9c/xUyWF1nOaww/s1600/P1120203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aSx2gTs7Phk/TXQL8XI_ssI/AAAAAAAAA9c/xUyWF1nOaww/s640/P1120203.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this on television x3 and they made it sound so nice! The truth is, okay nia :/&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sL2q-lFSJak/TXQIMZs9weI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/VsXk6Ni04Mw/s640/P1120201.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wei Shen calls this the sweet paradise :D Mind the aunty okay, she also shocked to see my camera. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qjaLvmB2O10/TXQMxmBtkBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/WGRGLoiZhC8/s1600/P1120209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qjaLvmB2O10/TXQMxmBtkBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/WGRGLoiZhC8/s640/P1120209.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;INI! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HERBAL SOUP WITH PORK MEATBALLS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HERBAL SOUP WITH PORK MEATBALLS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HERBAL SOUP WITH PORK MEATBALLS!&lt;/span&gt; IS SEDAP! I iz in laff with this. It is so yummy D: Why Chi Liung night market don't have?! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sQNS4xeCaUw/TXQNP32sOII/AAAAAAAAA9o/AFOqBy57yV8/s1600/P1120205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sQNS4xeCaUw/TXQNP32sOII/AAAAAAAAA9o/AFOqBy57yV8/s640/P1120205.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmm :( Mmm :( I want :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came across this truck that fascinated me. I was wondering what they were selling until got so many people lining up to buy lorh. Yeah, I saw many people lining up at stalls but this was the majority I've seen and when I found out what they're selling, I was amazed :O IT WAS PAN MEE &lt;i&gt;(I think)&lt;/i&gt;. PAN MEE ONLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TuSlLYZOtWc/TXQNjVy1DfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/DLbWcDemp5U/s1600/P1120219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TuSlLYZOtWc/TXQNjVy1DfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/DLbWcDemp5U/s640/P1120219.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is not the guy who farted okay. It's the people queueing up! He did not fart. I just got bored halfway blogging. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Dkcbm8ATj9E/TXQN4WPkEcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Ve6GxwpFrRU/s1600/P1120220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Dkcbm8ATj9E/TXQN4WPkEcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Ve6GxwpFrRU/s640/P1120220.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you guys don't know. I am a big fan of what ever you call that delicious octopus thing above. And honestly saying, wasabi had never tasted so heavenly spicy in a good way :( I feel so bad for hating it now.&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Mz1Rxfc6Uc/TXP_GEIM5iI/AAAAAAAAA8s/PXZpGdNlljs/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j5-2T9QHo8E/TXQPsXkz9WI/AAAAAAAAA94/A0OboCOxFrQ/s1600/P1120213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-j5-2T9QHo8E/TXQPsXkz9WI/AAAAAAAAA94/A0OboCOxFrQ/s640/P1120213.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Larry came out from my anus today :) EWWW!! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am very &lt;i&gt;tam-jiak&lt;/i&gt; but honestly saying larh. I EAT SO MUCH THAT DAY BUT STILL FEEL &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BO KAO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! I even had dinner before I went there, you knowwwwwwwwwww :O &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;See the food all hot hot one lorh! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beh tahan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lorh&lt;/span&gt; :( But I didn't manage to try everything though.. I was way too bloated to go on. I&lt;u&gt; am showing a sad face worst than the first sad face I'd shown in paragraph one.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I hate night markets :( THEY MAKE ME FAT. &lt;u&gt;I am showing triple sadness. Wtf.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love night markets :( They have yummy food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides food, I would love to touch the excellent things I've realized while I walked all the way from one end and back to the starting point where I began. This is a very proud thing to say. However, I do not know if it is because I arrived early there or whatsoever but the night market was&lt;b&gt; litter-free&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean by those excusable little littering or occasional litterings but those extremely major ones where you leave bunch of thrash on the walking grounds until it disgusts people. You might think I am exaggerating but compared to the night markets here in Klang, it is quite a shocking difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am very amazed with the tolerance of the visitors there and I do agree with the fact that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Mz1Rxfc6Uc/TXP_GEIM5iI/AAAAAAAAA8s/PXZpGdNlljs/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4Mz1Rxfc6Uc/TXP_GEIM5iI/AAAAAAAAA8s/PXZpGdNlljs/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The funny thing is, I do see a shocking number of Klang people there and I doubt that people who don't litter or litter has a place to be. I believe everywhere is a place for everyone and if people who litter in Klang can feel embarrassed about littering in Setia Alam, I don't get why they can't practice litter-free here in their own place of desire to, sad to say - stay. Isn't it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, my lack of tolerance to thrash is not the same towards &lt;i&gt;chao-tau-fu&lt;/i&gt; as I realize that many of you call it by a name of such, mind you. If thrash like plastic cups and polystyrene is considered an edible matter then alright, I excuse your littering and please eat your thrash the next time you have a chance. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you like to litter, I am embarassed too. HAHAHA :3 Buaizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Appreciate ah! I starved while I posted you know :( SO HUNGRY NOW CAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8763491987170162634?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8763491987170162634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/scratch-those-feelings-away-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8763491987170162634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8763491987170162634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/scratch-those-feelings-away-darling.html' title='Scratch Those Feelings Away, Darling.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZktEA5baSO0/TXQDdQOty4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4gwZIIZJDTQ/s72-c/P1120150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5517985404926565193</id><published>2011-03-03T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:10:10.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Spam #04</title><content type='html'>,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I think this should do :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Alrighty, I am number 4"&lt;/i&gt; :3 Which is also a movie I just watched 30 minutes ago. Blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-b015wpKx710/TW6Cn7YM8DI/AAAAAAAAA8k/vrWU5tuqfjM/s1600/I-Am-Number-Four-Poster-30-11-10-kc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-b015wpKx710/TW6Cn7YM8DI/AAAAAAAAA8k/vrWU5tuqfjM/s640/I-Am-Number-Four-Poster-30-11-10-kc1.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rated, 9/10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was very enjoyable :) Better was that I watched it with Loh Wee Hou. The company always matters. Like, I don't get it everyday but oh, it was such a thrill seeing him again :3 I'm going to miss him being free when he starts going college and get hectic. Anyway, the movie was fine. I would say this was better than the fucking RACE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN. I think that's what it's called if I remember. The stupidest movie everrrrrr. Worst than YOGI BEAR! Everrrrrrrr! I mean it, EVER. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh! At first when I looked, he didn't look so cute. But after a long long long long look, &lt;u&gt;he still doesn't.&lt;/u&gt; Ngehehehehehe! Really, Alex Pettyfer looks great but not in this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5517985404926565193?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5517985404926565193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/spam-04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5517985404926565193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5517985404926565193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/spam-04.html' title='Spam #04'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-b015wpKx710/TW6Cn7YM8DI/AAAAAAAAA8k/vrWU5tuqfjM/s72-c/I-Am-Number-Four-Poster-30-11-10-kc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3357125473132727645</id><published>2011-03-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:44:36.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Spam #03</title><content type='html'>,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Skip skip skip skip skip. I'm just getting prepared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now, I am 3"&lt;/em&gt;. Ngehehehehehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3357125473132727645?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3357125473132727645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/spam-03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3357125473132727645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3357125473132727645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/spam-03.html' title='Spam #03'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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me&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh yeah, I am now number 2"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-195371721444408931?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/195371721444408931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/spam-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;If you see me, I am number 1!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hell yeah, I am number 1&lt;/em&gt;". ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-7869761128373802129?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/7869761128373802129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/spam-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7869761128373802129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/7869761128373802129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/03/spam-01.html' title='Spam #01'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5919755944084424699</id><published>2011-02-25T04:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T04:47:00.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWFmMk7H-4w/TWbC9FeFR1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/xuWjMw0h1jw/s1600/Burlesque_Movie_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWFmMk7H-4w/TWbC9FeFR1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/xuWjMw0h1jw/s640/Burlesque_Movie_Poster.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rated, 15/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She so sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her voice so sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes the song so seducing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This movie is all sexy :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I didn't rate it awesome because it's sexy larh okay. YOU MUST WATCH IT D: And if anyone thinks this movie is bullshit then maybe they have bad taste, I don't know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5919755944084424699?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5919755944084424699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5919755944084424699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5919755944084424699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love.html' title='I LOVE.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWFmMk7H-4w/TWbC9FeFR1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/xuWjMw0h1jw/s72-c/Burlesque_Movie_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3584089341974292881</id><published>2011-02-23T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T02:22:48.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>:3 :=3 &gt;:3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wouldn't believe it but I'm blogging while I poo. No, it is not disgusting! I find it very proud that I can multitask in such a way. ROFLMAO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWDry84NplM/TWVN1z_k7KI/AAAAAAAAA8M/IhXNqMQI2Aw/s1600/P1090886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWDry84NplM/TWVN1z_k7KI/AAAAAAAAA8M/IhXNqMQI2Aw/s640/P1090886.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here, a very not disgusting picture taken at my grandma's garden to take that image off your mind :3 HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alrighty! I am truly sorry for not blogging for such a long time. I know! I promised to blog on Wednesday which I am now - only one week later :P I know it sounds really awkward blogging when I doubt that anyone still reads this but I still think it is always better to keep an optimistic view towards my &lt;s&gt;hard&lt;/s&gt;little effort of blogging up till now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obviously, this blog post would be as long as the Sungai Nil for all I know, even if it's already 2am on my lovely day off, I will sacrifice for the sake of keeping my promise to myself. &lt;em&gt;*proud*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I go on, I would love to wish a happy belated birthday to my darling, May Yee :) Although there's this little problem against each other that we're going through, I just want you to know that I still love you like I always do. I wish you all the best in every decision you make. I can't make you stay with me forever and I know you'll leave one day but just so you know, I really appreciated your presence up till now. Much loves, :3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would also like to wish a happy belated birthday to you too, Khye Siang :) I must say, I miss you like crazy. Are you still bald? Did your hair got longer? Wei Shen told me you got taller :3 Is Terengganu fun? How about one day we go down there for a one day trip thing?? :D :D :D I so want to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During any free times from working or family, my boyfriend and I started to catch as many movies as we could. There were so many we missed! And when I look back to the past of 2009, we were like movie freaks and I missed it. These were all we caught anyway. Kind of sad :/ Anyway. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YZiUhSf09E/TWVgcpvOZQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bDK3OPZ0vB0/s1600/Shaolin-movie-freemovietag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YZiUhSf09E/TWVgcpvOZQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/bDK3OPZ0vB0/s640/Shaolin-movie-freemovietag.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rated, 8/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This movie made me cry :( It is so old fashion but it touched me. Quite a worth to watch if you'd ask me :) Jackie Chan sho kiuttt in there! I love those little shaolin monks doing their tai-chi-like thing. SHO KIUT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnjEoirCNX4/TWVgdo5T8XI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g4AyPW3IY48/s1600/what-women-want-2011-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnjEoirCNX4/TWVgdo5T8XI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g4AyPW3IY48/s640/what-women-want-2011-1.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rated, 7/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite boring :) Quite lame. Very predicted. Ending very stupid :) Your choice to watch or not but I curious. Why Andy Lau look so young one? Like cannot old one wor :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erio34bkdo0/TWVgecJ8KxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/CJEGoT9mcZs/s1600/no-strings-attached-movie-poster-1020669589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erio34bkdo0/TWVgecJ8KxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/CJEGoT9mcZs/s640/no-strings-attached-movie-poster-1020669589.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rated, 10/10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a very nice movie :) I say thumbs up for the comedy, the story-line and for the romance :3 Love love love love. HE MADE HER A PERIOD MIX! Like, where the hell are you going to get a guy THAT considerate in Malaysia?! HUH?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbni9AXfbDA/TWVgbFJjrkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/keeS0xsyNbo/s1600/yogi-bear-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbni9AXfbDA/TWVgbFJjrkI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/keeS0xsyNbo/s640/yogi-bear-movie-poster.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rated, 2/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, don't get me started with this movie. It was the biggest regret ever. I wasted money on such a movie, I couldn't believe it myself. I freaking wasted myself watching a bear steal picnic baskets. Best of all, I slept halfway throughout the whole movie. Now who can be as wasted as me? Beat that, suckers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why but I miss a lot of people. I miss so many of them, I don't know where to start. I'm starting to disconnect from the world! I need my Facebook to be alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I need.. Mamak. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a very random note, a very long disconnected ex-boyfriend of mine had invited me to his wedding. I am the laughing. ZOMG. This is all happening too fast! I wonder when is it my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh this iz all so randoms I iz suck. Kaythanksbyez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3584089341974292881?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3584089341974292881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-3-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3584089341974292881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3584089341974292881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-3-3.html' title=':3 :=3 &gt;:3'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWDry84NplM/TWVN1z_k7KI/AAAAAAAAA8M/IhXNqMQI2Aw/s72-c/P1090886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3931304532145678627</id><published>2011-02-14T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:44:10.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yes Yes Yes, Should Make Time To Blog :/</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day everyone :) Remember, it's not about the company, it's the love. And that covers every category of love you can name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3931304532145678627?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3931304532145678627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-yes-yes-should-make-time-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3931304532145678627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3931304532145678627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-yes-yes-should-make-time-to-blog.html' title='Yes Yes Yes, Should Make Time To Blog :/'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1145568808894219655</id><published>2011-02-09T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T03:44:42.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speak Alouds'/><title type='text'>,</title><content type='html'>The mengada-ness -__-" Post something, everyone terasa. Want to put their name, scared they cry. Why you all so kan chiong? You lost a guy is it? So what do you want me to say? If I can't sound my own thoughts here then what do you want me to do? Don't read my blog larh :D Best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially you. &lt;em&gt;Apa you terasa?&lt;/em&gt; Your story damn long already kay. &lt;strong&gt;Bo gian&lt;/strong&gt; want to even bring it up larh. Remember larh, you didn't even lose a guy okay. &lt;u&gt;You lost a dog.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or you had another man whom you have lost recently?&amp;nbsp;Is that why you're so emotional towards the previous post? Make you happy larh kay (: DELETE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1145568808894219655?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1145568808894219655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1145568808894219655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1145568808894219655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=','/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1911945873742756708</id><published>2011-01-29T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T04:26:09.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Mole fell off :O ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1911945873742756708?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1911945873742756708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/mole-fell-off-o-zomg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1911945873742756708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1911945873742756708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/mole-fell-off-o-zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3576738064548818215</id><published>2011-01-28T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T06:12:46.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishybradpittku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Legal In Not So Many Ways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hola, welcome! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Oh yeah, I am so &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Woohoo! It's not something I really get excited to blog about but this, I shall really blog because my boyfriend is sexy. My boyfriend is so sexy, I want to die now. Guess what he got me? GUESS WHAT HE GOT ME!!! &lt;em&gt;*GOES CRAZY AND JUMPS AROUND LIKE A RABBIT*&lt;/em&gt; (I actually wrote chimpanzee but I think a rabbit is cuter. Bwahhaahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't guess it? You can never guess it actually :P For the whole period of knowing this boy, I had never thought that he would do anything like this ever in my entire life. Actually, it's the second time he's done this but the second thing he got me made me went crazier than the first thing he got me on my 17th birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TUHslTdIaHI/AAAAAAAAA78/9ZOdgDAlmfY/s1600/P1110983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TUHslTdIaHI/AAAAAAAAA78/9ZOdgDAlmfY/s640/P1110983.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mm-hmm, I gots myself a polaroid camera now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it myself! He showed up at my&amp;nbsp;work place&amp;nbsp;around 12am on the 26th night of January and (shockingly) was the first person who wished me :3 I am touched. He even wrote me a card that I shall not reveal as it is too sweet, it will flood you with jealousy and kill you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I take back my words about you not being romantic :) You are a lil' romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that happy news :) I want to thank everyone that wished me via text, call, email, Facebook and face to face. Your wishes are all appreciated.&amp;nbsp;Also the&amp;nbsp;few that acknowledged that I am actually 108 year old in Facebook, I also appreciate that :)&amp;nbsp;Your wishes are all acknowledged and replied either by the 'like' button on Facebook or a reply in any sort. I hope I don't miss any :/ &lt;strong&gt;This is a form of my gratitude okay :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, thank you Felixia for the fabulous T-shirt you got me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TUHs1qRaXiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SMAUYux9qVI/s1600/P1110987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TUHs1qRaXiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SMAUYux9qVI/s640/P1110987.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you Sammy for the spaghetti bolognaise you made while we dined there &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;thank you JC and William for the flaming&lt;em&gt; lambonini&lt;/em&gt; (what ever you call that). HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you that was stated above :) I had a great birthday. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is, am getting my pay cheque tomorrow at 2pm :P Better hit the sack before I sleep through my money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios, thank you&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TUHtfeRPuKI/AAAAAAAAA8E/6fCmtHgy79s/s1600/P1110958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TUHtfeRPuKI/AAAAAAAAA8E/6fCmtHgy79s/s640/P1110958.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3576738064548818215?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3576738064548818215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/legal-in-not-so-many-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3576738064548818215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3576738064548818215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/legal-in-not-so-many-ways.html' title='Legal In Not So Many Ways.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TUHslTdIaHI/AAAAAAAAA78/9ZOdgDAlmfY/s72-c/P1110983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8149039469082962046</id><published>2011-01-23T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:47:36.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who do you turn to when the only place you can express everything happens to be the place that started to hurt you in the first place. - Question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8149039469082962046?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8149039469082962046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-do-you-turn-to-when-only-place-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8149039469082962046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8149039469082962046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-do-you-turn-to-when-only-place-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6467193489919451553</id><published>2011-01-18T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:42:16.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishybradpittku'/><title type='text'>I Iz Dooms.</title><content type='html'>I was really looking forward to do green instead of what I have now :/ I damn wanted 'Chai Dao Kia's&amp;nbsp;hair colour. But somehow, I got really off-tracked and forgot about the colour thing. I guess the mole removing thing got me thinking more of having the mole on my shoulder gone than my next activity of the day. I iz the very upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got home. I remember how I wanted highlights. I told my mom I wanted it to look impressively striking but not contra. I got what I want :) But I iz the lala now. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TTR8HWMM0fI/AAAAAAAAA70/kOy8bCDw8dc/s1600/P1110898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TTR8HWMM0fI/AAAAAAAAA70/kOy8bCDw8dc/s640/P1110898.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is not as obvious as what you see up there. My hair is originally a dark shade of&amp;nbsp;smooth brown. The highlights I chose is orange :D But I guess it came out a little more brighter than I wanted :( So now, again&amp;nbsp;I iz the lala. PFFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari cakap lain (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam sebelum ini, I watched a late movie with Wei Shen, his sister, Su Yun&amp;nbsp;and her boyfriend, Andrew&amp;nbsp;(: We got into and out of the movie at the same time but it was two different movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TTR9mfl6BJI/AAAAAAAAA74/t5e2df4fTIs/s1600/season_of_the_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TTR9mfl6BJI/AAAAAAAAA74/t5e2df4fTIs/s640/season_of_the_3.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rated, 8/10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I iz very satisfied with this Nicholas Cage movie. It is very gruesome and exciting (: Not bad a movie, I must say. It is fiction so I presume that many would think that this movie is horrible. But if you think from another perspective and understand what the movie meant, you would say this was a well done movie. Nicholas Cage fat liao. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very nice to finally meet them both, sister and her boyfriend (: I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6467193489919451553?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6467193489919451553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-iz-dooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6467193489919451553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6467193489919451553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-iz-dooms.html' title='I Iz Dooms.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TTR8HWMM0fI/AAAAAAAAA70/kOy8bCDw8dc/s72-c/P1110898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-6098186198277423260</id><published>2011-01-17T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T05:11:00.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speak Alouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Heart Affairs.</title><content type='html'>I don't mean to blog any much about something like this but I just thought that it would somehow clear my mind off the things that have been mingling around my head for this past hours. It wasn't a problem at first but when she asked if it had influenced the way I have thought about my relationship, it started haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make it simple if its even possible. Let’s just&amp;nbsp;say you were to choose one of two equally-awesome women to be with. Both are equally your kind in so many ways. Sadly, rules say you can only choose one (Unless they agree in sharing you which is not in this case) in decision to marry her. However, You suddenly realize that you've made a mistake as the woman you had chosen had not entirely fulfilled your satisfactory in a certain way excluding her wonderful qualities you have discovered back in number one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got more difficult when the other option that you might have but did not&amp;nbsp;chosen suddenly shows up again into your life after you have settled into a stable relationship. Your mind started to tickle and course into a world of fantasies. From rumours and people, you heard of the qualities you have desired is possessed by that same woman you once considered. You start to&amp;nbsp;stomp on&amp;nbsp;the possibilities of outcomes if you had chosen her instead. Would this be considered cheating? To me, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless that you find yourself with the opportunity to one day move on with your desired feelings towards that specific woman that has gone overboard and is difficult to quit. Would you continue? Would you be tempted with the life with a woman you were technically supposed to be with if you had just chosen her instead of the other you had chosen?&amp;nbsp;Under a consideration of&amp;nbsp;having your current spouse underrated in your mind&amp;nbsp;- Bingo, cheating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, this isn't the comparison of Megan Fox and your girlfriend. It's very different when it comes to reality. Desires at things you cannot achieve and things you can are very far apart. Cheating on a desire you might never have is not cheating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affairs destroys things. Nothing good comes out from that word.&amp;nbsp;Some&amp;nbsp;would hate them for maybe an experience of being a victim, another would go head on for them as you know why. Victims would be the kind&amp;nbsp;where&amp;nbsp;they would be wondering the reason why their relationship ended, what had they done wrong and how didn't they see it coming or how their fucking mate is a &lt;em&gt;chibailoser&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;while&amp;nbsp;another on the other hand&amp;nbsp;feels justified&amp;nbsp;because they were driven away by a fault to another's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then worst comes to worst, you saw her again. Every time you two meet, it felt like the first time again and again. The hugs she gave you starts to get tighter and longer. You realize she has the same desires as you (: Like any normal girls that wants to impress a man she likes, she dresses and does things you would like. For instance, you found out that she wore a dark-laced G-string at the office from a co-worker. Oops, couldn't get it out of your head! So what was there to do? Besides, what would it hurt to have a little time out right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? Continue fantasizing about the woman you desire while you hump your girlfriend on bed? Not afraid if you would call the wrong name? Wouldn't it be better if you had the girl you desire to hump on instead? WTF&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to consider an affair, then there are many things to keep in mind. First of all, an affair destroys all trust in your relationship. Sometimes forever. When you start to get intimate like for example, share feelings or secrets with a person. You're letting that person into a circle of importance. This is something everyone thinks should be treasured. It's like a gift, a very important one. But once your partner&amp;nbsp;have an affair, it feels like your gift wasn't as important as you have thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, an affair makes you look like a cheap plastic bag. No, you're not going to be a ZARA or an MNG plastic bag in your spouses eyes anymore. When an affair happens, your boyfriend wouldn't go around telling everyone that you're his charming girlfriend anymore. In his mind, you're going to be a cheap slut that goes around begging to be fucked. Therefore, you are no longer mentioned in his community. He will not see you as "his" anymore. Indirectly, he's going to feel upset and hate you. There is nothing you can say or do that will change that feeling. Only time can heal the wound. Only MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An affair also can strengthen your relationship. Oh, what bullshit. Nothing is the same for everyone okay. It might happen to you once or twice but not forever. Every time it happens, it's going to be a ticket and&amp;nbsp;once you've exceeded your expiry date and it's time to pay up - your chances are over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple fact is that most relationships&amp;nbsp;never recover from an affair. Only some find ways to make it work. And it's not only a one side commitment. It has to be a two side agreement to make it work. Why? Because the pain&amp;nbsp;that stung&amp;nbsp;hurts more than you can know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it hurt? Okay, so you made it through the challenge. You guys decided to start all new. Imagine your boyfriend holding you as he always does at your waist and starts to kiss you passionately as he whispers those delicate sweet remedy into your ears. So romantic, right?&amp;nbsp;Now, imagine your boyfriend doing the same thing to another girl that he's having an affair with.&amp;nbsp;Pretend that&amp;nbsp;you've known about the affair, what would be playing at your mind?&lt;em&gt; (Is this how he touched her? Is she better than me at kissing?&amp;nbsp;If I was good, why still do her? What did I do wrong?)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;It all becomes a venom that makes it almost impossible to recover from. &lt;u&gt;Self-confidence highly recommended&lt;/u&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this concludes in a destroyed reputation and rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Solution: Don’t have an affair.&amp;nbsp;Not in any consideration, man.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you’re at the point in your relationship where you’re seriously considering a “harmless mingle” with another friend, just walk away. Even if you don't love them now, think of what would your partner think if she/he had known about the decisions you were considering. Think of the times of how your partner had once meant to you and how you had chosen to commit yourself to him/her and just walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//edits after 10 minutes of posting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand how sometimes people get attracted to other people than their spouses. I also understand how when you start getting attracted, you start to compare the qualities and maybe consider another :/ But sometimes things are never what it seems. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;People impress people they like and impressing does not mean digging their nose in front of you&amp;nbsp;(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe you'll feel that you had chosen wrong and if you were given a chance, you would want to repick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think wisely because when you have a relationship, it means that you have agreed to love for&amp;nbsp;their good qualities and tolerate&amp;nbsp;or fix bad ones. It does not mean that you can change another whenever you like just because&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;are not&amp;nbsp;perfect. Imagine being in your partner's shoes and see how you feel when your mate&amp;nbsp;plans on replacing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the bad impressions are cute things to laugh at or be glad about. Think, who doesn't want a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;kip-seng&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;girlfriend? PFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-6098186198277423260?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/6098186198277423260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/heart-affairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6098186198277423260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/6098186198277423260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/heart-affairs.html' title='Heart Affairs.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-2699242832521409664</id><published>2011-01-12T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:17:34.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Sheeplag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Working had been very exhausting :( I don't even have time to catch up with all my blog reads anymore. I must say, working had overturned my whole routine. I'd be sleeping during the day and staying up through the night. It's badddddddddd D: for my skin. ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, would just update a little today and head out. I've got 30 minutes so I'll have to type extremely fast now. Bwahahhhahaha, I sound so professional. Meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TS1exIMggII/AAAAAAAAA7s/O6jGyBoxIyM/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TS1exIMggII/AAAAAAAAA7s/O6jGyBoxIyM/s1600/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, I would reply to the person named 'guest' at my chatbox. I'm sorry I can't tell you what fonts I used for the Bel's in my pictures but I can show you though. You'll understand why as you look to your right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay, read that and you'll get your fonts :) I can only tell you that it starts with a letter K. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in getting the fonts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Secondly, I am proud to say that my&amp;nbsp;feet&amp;nbsp;is awesome :) My&amp;nbsp;feet is only a size 5 and so is my grandma's. Yes, folks. She gave me her shoes and I am loving them to bits! I had always wanted something similar to one of these ever since the beginning of 2010. The only places I would look for shoes like these would either be at Hush Puppies or Camel Active. But nothing there actually satisfies me. There shall be at least one turn off like, the heels are too high or the design is too sharp, the design is too complicated and yada yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TS1gtIrmSkI/AAAAAAAAA7w/u__-8J7rbCc/s1600/P1110860-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TS1gtIrmSkI/AAAAAAAAA7w/u__-8J7rbCc/s640/P1110860-horz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flats, heels and moderate high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially love the flats. I would totally call these my grandma's treasures. You should have seen her wardrobe. Everything is so glamourous and 70's. These 3 pairs themselves might already be 40 years old for all I know. AND THEY STILL LOOK SO GOOD AND NEW! I love my grandma :3 I love my size 5 feet and her size 5 feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times up :) See ya next time guys. &lt;br /&gt;xoxo'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-2699242832521409664?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/2699242832521409664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/sheeplag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2699242832521409664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2699242832521409664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/sheeplag.html' title='Sheeplag.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TS1exIMggII/AAAAAAAAA7s/O6jGyBoxIyM/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1235346987866170775</id><published>2011-01-07T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:14:58.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mehhh-eh-eh-eh-eh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSa7KxFI4_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/eVSIpWudb8E/s1600/P1110859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSa7KxFI4_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/eVSIpWudb8E/s640/P1110859.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wooo! Aku biri-biri baru lahir :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, jangan buli saya or I'll tell papa sheepy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1235346987866170775?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1235346987866170775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/mehhh-eh-eh-eh-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1235346987866170775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1235346987866170775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/mehhh-eh-eh-eh-eh.html' title='Mehhh-eh-eh-eh-eh!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSa7KxFI4_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/eVSIpWudb8E/s72-c/P1110859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8641167507669365632</id><published>2011-01-05T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:08:38.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>DOUBLE RAINBOW!!</title><content type='html'>HAHA. Had barbeque dinner with the entire family yesterday as my cousins are leaving back to Aussie today. So&amp;nbsp;we were fooling around the house after everything and Eunice showed us&amp;nbsp;this video. I literally&amp;nbsp;laughed all the way&amp;nbsp;until my stomach started to ache. IT WAS SO FUNNYYY! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a guy who was kind of camping around the woods and he came across this double rainbow and decided to tape it down. I don't know if he was high or what but he sounded sort of wrong in a few seconds in there! HAHAHAHAHA, he cried at the sight of a double rainbow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?? OHHUKHUK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQSNhk5ICTI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQSNhk5ICTI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU GUYS DON'T SKIP THIS! IT'S A MUST WATCH! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8641167507669365632?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8641167507669365632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/double-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8641167507669365632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8641167507669365632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/double-rainbow.html' title='DOUBLE RAINBOW!!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8601081340809574465</id><published>2011-01-05T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:52:03.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>This Is My Christmas Gift (: FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSNBTglloqI/AAAAAAAAA7k/yhrbl80-d9A/s1600/P1110797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSNBTglloqI/AAAAAAAAA7k/yhrbl80-d9A/s640/P1110797.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I named her CAMMY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's because I think she's going to be in pictures A LOT since she's with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is a mix of a cat, a cow, a beagle and another unknown breed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is my headache (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8601081340809574465?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8601081340809574465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-my-christmas-gift-fyi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8601081340809574465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8601081340809574465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-my-christmas-gift-fyi.html' title='This Is My Christmas Gift (: FYI'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSNBTglloqI/AAAAAAAAA7k/yhrbl80-d9A/s72-c/P1110797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3241765713130202003</id><published>2011-01-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:35:40.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Everybody Loves New ;)</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, whoeverisreadingthis! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not plan to welcome the new year (: But my boyfriend still wants to spend time with me as the last day of 2010. Of course, I wanted it too. In fact, I wanted it badly. So we caught a movie and see if there were any plans that we could come up with later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSM0BKz5aKI/AAAAAAAAA7c/6KQ_8W6DjYs/s640/tron_legacy_poster_10.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rated, 5/10. Love the graphics but the movie was a little meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally feel like it's a waste of time but in the same time thinks it's worth it because it felt like a fantasy i would love to live in :( Imagine yourself&amp;nbsp;not needing to worry about parking anymore. You only need to worry about a damn pocket to hold that stick that contains your vehicle. PFFT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plan did come up after! :D We headed to Sunway Pyramid for a countdown. Still, I didn't welcome new year with much enthusiasm this year :/ Oh, bummer. I tried but I couldn't&amp;nbsp;suck the thrill there. It was far too scary. Sunway Pyramid somehow had a lively&amp;nbsp;crowd-like parade spraying soap-like foams around people everywhere including strangers and shooting fireworks that got me and May Yee wondering if the electric cables above would break as they look dark roasted after a few shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time of my life, (Sadly, the last day of 2010) I felt really proud being short. It wasn't only that I had this invulnerable shield protecting me from getting any stain of those sprayed foams, I had a human shield! Jeng jeng jeng!! I love being short (: I'm so sorry you have to take in mine, baby. You know I love you :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it's the new year everyone!&lt;/span&gt; We're not getting younger every year, so get your bums off the computer and start doing something that'll kill people's minds! I want to do bungee jumping (: Shall soooooo plan for that soon. Anyone care to join? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry but I do not do new year resolutions. In my opinion, it only kills your will everytime you fail or can't fulfill your resolutions. It's a dream killer. Yeah, a dream killer. So kill it before it kills you! :D But but but but buttocks buttsss, I decided to make a new year&amp;nbsp;hopes this year (: Yes, I did. This, to me is going to be extremely exciting. This will be a dream come true if I do fulfill all of them! :D However, if anything does attracts me, I would totally love to add them to the list. The best thing about this is that my list does not expire as it will be a lifetime list :D Isn't that cool!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up! Like I said, I want to do bungee jumping. I die die want it done before I die. At least, before I die. Anyone is welcomed to join if the plan does work (: We shall scream all our organs out if we are capable :D Woohooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I would love to try paintball :) It's an activity I've always wanted to try ever since I was 15. Should really get that dream in started before I get old. Woots! Want no back pains :) I want PAINT WAR!! (I had paint war when I was 12 in a Paint programme in the computer. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have jungle tracking, sailing, snorkelling, diving into the oceans, climb a mountain (Best, Mount&amp;nbsp;Kinabalu), race in a sports car (LEGALLY!),&amp;nbsp;make a big charity donation when I earn big,&amp;nbsp;travelling around countries to know more about the world before the end of the world happens, get a wardrobe&amp;nbsp;full of casual T-shirts (I loveT-shirts), taking orphans for an outing and so on (: I know some things mentioned on my list seems kind of weird and impossible but I do hope I could do something like that (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year 2011 by yours truly and boyfriend (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSM9TmdaHRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/4_vskiTLZL8/s1600/P1110738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSM9TmdaHRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/4_vskiTLZL8/s640/P1110738.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whoever took this, HAHA nice try. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3241765713130202003?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3241765713130202003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/everybody-loves-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3241765713130202003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3241765713130202003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2011/01/everybody-loves-new.html' title='Everybody Loves New ;)'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSM0BKz5aKI/AAAAAAAAA7c/6KQ_8W6DjYs/s72-c/tron_legacy_poster_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1930313309808946486</id><published>2010-12-30T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:49:01.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve.</title><content type='html'>My eve wasn't very exciting (: It wasn't entirely planned and everything. However, I pretty much had the much fun as I expected though. I hung out with Nicholas, May Yee and Wei Shen. We caught two movies around noon :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMWECmHG7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/BGlBhdmwWEM/s1600/gullivers-travels-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMWECmHG7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/BGlBhdmwWEM/s640/gullivers-travels-movie-poster.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, this was so cute! Rated, 8/10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Marshall (refer to How I Met Your Mother) in there! He looks so funny when he was dancinggggg! HAHAHA. Must watch, must watch, Mustard watchhhhh! Jack Black the bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMXfw4gOlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/QET28nIVtSc/s1600/Meet-The-Parents-Little-Fockers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMXfw4gOlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/QET28nIVtSc/s640/Meet-The-Parents-Little-Fockers.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I rate this, 6/10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks low because it wasn't as good :/ I totally prefer the previous one if you asked me. Hahaha, Sustengoooo XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of the noon at MBO, the love of my life in his sexiest picture ever&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMa79QZzVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Hqc07uJytO8/s1600/P1110712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMa79QZzVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Hqc07uJytO8/s640/P1110712.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We headed to KCMC around evening to catch &lt;strong&gt;The War Of The&amp;nbsp;Kopitiams&lt;/strong&gt;. I couldn't believe my eyes when I got into the hall. The preparations and deco was abundance. I thought it took up a lot of cash since the platform for the play was so pretty but when I mentioned it to my sister and cousin who was backstage crews, they told me that all material used was recycled items and if recycled items can make such amazing decos then gosh, I salute them crews D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMedufUmBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zSvLd3YzD6s/s1600/P1110759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMedufUmBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zSvLd3YzD6s/s640/P1110759.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, the play did bore me a bit because it was sort of draggy but I enjoyed the musical parts :D And I saw Amy! It's been so long since (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That so sums up my entire day after a good meal of roti telur and nasi lemak after (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Christmas, Happy birthday YOU! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1930313309808946486?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1930313309808946486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-new-furrt-pet-d-not-fake-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1930313309808946486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1930313309808946486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-new-furrt-pet-d-not-fake-one.html' title='Christmas Eve.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TSMWECmHG7I/AAAAAAAAA7M/BGlBhdmwWEM/s72-c/gullivers-travels-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1011999667105855477</id><published>2010-12-24T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:39:48.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Bali #3 Randoms.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention that I went to this weird monkey temple thing&amp;nbsp;:) They are not cute. They are frightening. They can snatch your things away (specs, camera, etc) and still want to bite you for getting it back -__-" To be able to retrieve your item again, you must bargain with it. Bananas for spectacles, please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjmCGfDrLI/AAAAAAAAA68/8YnhRT0vK1U/s1600/P1110558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjmCGfDrLI/AAAAAAAAA68/8YnhRT0vK1U/s640/P1110558.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Monkey says &lt;em&gt;"In your dreams"&amp;nbsp;*shows fangs!*&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Bali is sexier than what I thought. Indonesians are not equivalent to Muslims. They rare dogs. They also&amp;nbsp;eat pork. They even curse and they expose nudity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjnsC4rr1I/AAAAAAAAA7A/PHS7m7rE96Q/s1600/P1110170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjnsC4rr1I/AAAAAAAAA7A/PHS7m7rE96Q/s640/P1110170.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This isn't the worst I've seen. Some can just wear bra and walk around with them see through tops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads there is damn narrow. The number of motorcycles there is absurb. The number of motorcyclist there is crazy and dangerous! Whoever sells motorcycles there must be making one hell of a fortune D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjqWzWW17I/AAAAAAAAA7I/MSUnDMUURKo/s1600/P1110480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjqWzWW17I/AAAAAAAAA7I/MSUnDMUURKo/s640/P1110480.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! :D Masih ada kereta kuda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so bored now, I can sleep for 1 week straight hoping not to wake up -__-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjovZQQ0fI/AAAAAAAAA7E/npppn4r05GU/s1600/P1100948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjovZQQ0fI/AAAAAAAAA7E/npppn4r05GU/s640/P1100948.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh :D I have not introduce you to my new furry property. Handy-Tigerr (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bali is boring despite the beach, the culture, the angmohs&amp;nbsp;and the luxurious hotels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nights :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1011999667105855477?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1011999667105855477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-3-randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1011999667105855477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1011999667105855477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-3-randoms.html' title='Bali #3 Randoms.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjmCGfDrLI/AAAAAAAAA68/8YnhRT0vK1U/s72-c/P1110558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5442129632158344153</id><published>2010-12-23T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:12:41.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Bali #2</title><content type='html'>When I woke up in the morning, I saw this little box of nature that smells exquisitely fine&amp;nbsp;in front of the hotel entrance. To my notice, there is basically one in every entrance of Circle K, restaurants, houses and shops -All entrances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TROLQ-TjZkI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GMFmzYFTZiU/s1600/P1110123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TROLQ-TjZkI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GMFmzYFTZiU/s640/P1110123.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little thing symbolizes something. Something I never got to know, even by Googling :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali is very unique for it’s plenty tradisional cultures that still exists. Not everything in this kampung-ish Bali actually converted into an urbanized culture. Tradisional clothings like batik and sarungs are still widely worn among the Balineses’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t very many places we can get batiks now. Our tourist guide brought to this batik place where we can get our clothes drawn with wax (batik). The process was short and the outcome was very kampung-ish but it was very interesting to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjW1OvIgSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-p_KRx4qehE/s1600/P1110066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjW1OvIgSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-p_KRx4qehE/s640/P1110066.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was told that it was a culture that was done around the world and has evolved to a very high level. It used to be only for royalties, but now it is widely produced and available to all. Traditionally, only soga brown dyes were used, but today a rainbow of colors are also available :D But I didn’t get them :( I got the brown one only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjXe5Rm0MI/AAAAAAAAA6c/256IkRDjwzs/s1600/P1110071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjXe5Rm0MI/AAAAAAAAA6c/256IkRDjwzs/s640/P1110071.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Besides that, Bali is also popular with it’s crafting. I was very amazed by the carved stones everywhere. It can range from as small as a 50cents coin to as large as a double storey house. It can be so said that every building or statues was carved so precisely that even if I wanted my freckles to be carved on a statue of myself, it can be done. Everywhere I went, there wouldn't be less than 10 to be seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjZCb71-PI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6D0vg9ZWu1s/s1600/P1110112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjZCb71-PI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6D0vg9ZWu1s/s640/P1110112.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Detailed much? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one thing that freaks me out so much about Bali (or is it not only in Bali?) is the citizens there. Of everything I heard of Bali, the most popular things I would hear from people is the 'pasar malam'-like walks around outside of town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjbPi4DolI/AAAAAAAAA6k/X46WrIfP9gQ/s1600/P1110543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjbPi4DolI/AAAAAAAAA6k/X46WrIfP9gQ/s640/P1110543.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The people there will curse you if you have ever spoken or get interested into their items but had chosen to walk away. To them, a little effort of grabbing a new T-shirt for a customer to examine but ending up with no business is somehow a threat or disgrace to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They are very superstitious. One actually rubbed my 100,000 Rupiah on all her products as she believes that the clothes will then be able to be sold at the same price. Impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The people there are somehow desperate for money. Needless to say the alley walks similar to 'pasars', The people there can chase you wherever they think there is business. As for an example, after dinner at a random restaurant, I thought nothing but to get to the beach to play. But instead of walking into the bus calmly and happily, we were all sadly ambushed by a mob of &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;business men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjcfoYZwsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qrM8lUwGn3w/s1600/P1110144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjcfoYZwsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qrM8lUwGn3w/s640/P1110144.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These people were crazy. From a wooden carved chess set that might be sold here for RM200, they sell it for RM20. And somehow, a fellow friend had rejected that offer and instead of a buyer bargaining for a price, the seller actually gave offers for prices as low as RM5 just to sell that chess set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was that, my fellow friend ran under the rain to get into the bus as to avoid the bargaining. Sad to say, he was chased under the rain&amp;nbsp;by them -___-" See what I mean by creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay, I'm getting lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjf4Y2CseI/AAAAAAAAA6s/d-vXCAu7xN4/s1600/P1110238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjf4Y2CseI/AAAAAAAAA6s/d-vXCAu7xN4/s640/P1110238.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kuta&amp;nbsp;Beach. Longest beach in Bali, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As everyone should have already known that Bali is popular for it’s beautiful beaches. Before I even got there, the water and the sand was all that I can think of. I wanted to learn how to surf so badly but I couldn’t. The waves were huge and the wind could already form a tornado. It was somehow the wrong season to be visiting :( I am upset.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjg6ASe0lI/AAAAAAAAA6w/bg0YPc7XN8s/s1600/P1110431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjg6ASe0lI/AAAAAAAAA6w/bg0YPc7XN8s/s640/P1110431.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But there was still cute damn tall angmoh teaching though. But they never surfed much :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lastly, Bali is a really religious place. Despite some of the very inhuman nature of their prayers (they sacrifice animals by cutting off their heads and throwing them on the ground), the place is very respectful to their God's. This is because into every temples, we are to wear sarungs if our bottoms are not lower than our knee caps. The string tied over the sarung symbolizes the difference of good and bad, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjjZivPxEI/AAAAAAAAA64/4fFm2zWVGOA/s1600/P1110171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRjjZivPxEI/AAAAAAAAA64/4fFm2zWVGOA/s640/P1110171.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know it looks damn wrong for me to do that but I can't help it! It feels so sexy to be wearing a sarung. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH! Joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/1254728711533954453-5442129632158344153?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5442129632158344153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5442129632158344153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5442129632158344153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-2.html' title='Bali #2'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TROLQ-TjZkI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GMFmzYFTZiU/s72-c/P1110123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-2608991383829402725</id><published>2010-12-23T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:43:52.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Bali #1</title><content type='html'>I AM UPSET :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the departure point. A kid who was in the tour with us dropped my camera and it wasn't functioning anymore :( But I didn't worry thought. I dropped my camera for so many times - It even went swimming before although it isn't waterproof - and it still functions. Yes, it started functioning again when I was on my way to the plane. One tough little camera, I have here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Air Asia. Everyone knows Air Asia by it’s low cost flights. It’s the first time I’ve ever flew on Air Asia – It’s actually&amp;nbsp;the first time I ever sat on a bloody plane! Feel my excitement! At first, when I saw the outside of the plane, I went &lt;em&gt;“This is the plane? So small but how bad can it get (:&amp;nbsp;I bet it's fun!”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRImsNzMznI/AAAAAAAAA50/56db_CYli3s/s1600/P1100850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRImsNzMznI/AAAAAAAAA50/56db_CYli3s/s640/P1100850.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was wrong, the inside was even worst than what I thought. The plane was small,&amp;nbsp;the inside was smaller!&amp;nbsp;Oh, it was a torture despite the dreamy cotton views. If I can’t even move my leg around at this body height, how would people like Alexis or Davin fit in there? I believe they’ll need to have their legs wide open like they’re going to deliver a baby to actually sit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRIoGHnnyyI/AAAAAAAAA54/sAVCnjX9ltA/s1600/P1100925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRIoGHnnyyI/AAAAAAAAA54/sAVCnjX9ltA/s640/P1100925.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They even got my name printed wrongly :( IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE LEE XUE FONG! They gave me my sister's&amp;nbsp;LING :( For a first timer, landing had never been so wonderful -____-" GRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuta is a small urbanized town, a short drive away from the Ngurah Rai Airport where we landed and is very well-known for it’s beautiful sunset scenery's and it’s drastic tourist developments. We rested at this hotel near outside of town. The place was sort of stranded to me and was very creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRIp46FE9wI/AAAAAAAAA58/s5weuME9Udc/s1600/P1110052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRIp46FE9wI/AAAAAAAAA58/s5weuME9Udc/s640/P1110052.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Although stranded and quite isolated. The place was quite luxurious :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRLhFU7V00I/AAAAAAAAA6A/71H44h70_fc/s1600/P1110039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRLhFU7V00I/AAAAAAAAA6A/71H44h70_fc/s640/P1110039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My room was somewhere there and I swam everyday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRLmEIyqatI/AAAAAAAAA6E/tL58N1lzqoQ/s640/P1110021.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;The hotel room was very satisfying. My mom slept in another room with her friend while I shared a room with my sister. The place was comfortable. The room provided a mini fridge, a flat-screened TV, two humongous single beds&lt;em&gt; (able to fit May Yee if she came along)&lt;/em&gt;, a dressing table, a&amp;nbsp;metal safe and most importantly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRLn-rYVhZI/AAAAAAAAA6I/s0mNmjISTz0/s1600/P1110004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRLn-rYVhZI/AAAAAAAAA6I/s0mNmjISTz0/s640/P1110004.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A clean bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;equipped with a warm&amp;nbsp;shower, a hair blower, fresh towels everyday and a functioning toilet. Well, that is damn important. I wouldn't want any toilet clogged or anything. Best part is, the hotel room is cleaned EVERYDAY when we're out. So, even if I thrash the whole room, I won't get in trouble! That was the best news I've received since every hotels I've stayed in (': Sobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Besides the hotel, I saw this really weird place called Circle K opposite the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRLqQQRc2hI/AAAAAAAAA6M/S2Kz2fyt7JY/s1600/P1110652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRLqQQRc2hI/AAAAAAAAA6M/S2Kz2fyt7JY/s640/P1110652.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The place works like a 7Eleven&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;here in Malaysia but the goods there are sold in a more expensive price compared to 7Eleven, I do not know why.&amp;nbsp;I browsed through the instant noodle cups and they cost around 22,000 Rupiah which is equivalent to almost RM8 in Malaysia! This stupid place condemned my plan to have instant noodles after swimming -____-" PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Bali at around dinner time. So, the outings was to be taken place after a night's rest (: The outings would be posted in the next post. Wouldn't want to make you guys read too much in one day. I've got to go hang with them friends now anyway :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned (: I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-2608991383829402725?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/2608991383829402725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2608991383829402725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/2608991383829402725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-1.html' title='Bali #1'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TRImsNzMznI/AAAAAAAAA50/56db_CYli3s/s72-c/P1100850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-5066645362751285282</id><published>2010-12-18T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:41:28.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Bali Oh Bali (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am currently blogging at Bali now (: Just arrived this evening at around dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the hotel I'm in. Am looking forward to the activities commencing tomorrow and the day after. Will blog about Bali after I get home on Tuesday maybe&amp;nbsp;(:&amp;nbsp;I'll make it a one shot before I die of dehydration of blogging mojo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tata (: Miss me because;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQuXsS9_kUI/AAAAAAAAA5s/UnJIIHwn7zM/s1600/P1100962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQuXsS9_kUI/AAAAAAAAA5s/UnJIIHwn7zM/s640/P1100962.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5066645362751285282?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/5066645362751285282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-oh-bali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5066645362751285282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/5066645362751285282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/bali-oh-bali.html' title='Bali Oh Bali (:'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQuXsS9_kUI/AAAAAAAAA5s/UnJIIHwn7zM/s72-c/P1100962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1103194438450675933</id><published>2010-12-17T00:35:00.058+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:28:05.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>This Will Be Fast.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try to&amp;nbsp;sum it all up in&amp;nbsp;one short post&amp;nbsp;because I forgot a little about what happened a few days back already. Besides that, I am damn lazy D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past Monday, I went to Sunway Pyramid with May Yee, Wei Chyi and a few of their friends. May Yee damn slut. She felt sick and she still decided to attend this outing. She was like this monster giving out this poisonous vibe of headache. She got better in the end anyway (: She recovered after watching a movie and ate a few bites of Mcdonald's chicken&amp;nbsp;porridge. Wooo.. Magical :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQuKSpYFBdI/AAAAAAAAA5c/sjGv52w4i7E/s1600/tangled_movie_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQuKSpYFBdI/AAAAAAAAA5c/sjGv52w4i7E/s640/tangled_movie_poster.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rated, 8/10 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of liked that movie :3 It was very different from the original and also funny. I consider it as a must-watch (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, Wednesday, the 15th of December was my last paper which is the English for Science and Technology paper. It wasn't difficult, yet was it easy. Everyone's been going crazy over the ending of SPM. So, it'll be my turn now :) *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OHMYGODBBQSAUCEWITHMARSHMELLOWSOMFGICAN'TBELIEVESPMISOVER!IAMFREEANDICAN'TWAITTOWORKANDGETAJOBANDEARNMONEYANDBUYTHETHINGSIWANT!WTMEOWCHICKENPIZZADOUBLECHEESEICAN'TWAITTOGOFORAHOLIDAYAFTERTHATANDSPENDTIMEWITHMYFRIENDSANDBOYFRIENDDDD:(&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of the Wednesday :D I'll miss you guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQuNl8BD99I/AAAAAAAAA5g/SWA4Lcc2Ff4/s640/155256_179049522123920_100000566214652_542598_2889443_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, highschool (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper (: Wei Shen and myself had lunch and caught a movie with Nicholas and May Yee. We watched a magical movie again. LOL. Can't feel touched for the second time. So sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1103194438450675933?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1103194438450675933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-will-be-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1103194438450675933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1103194438450675933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-will-be-fast.html' title='This Will Be Fast.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQuKSpYFBdI/AAAAAAAAA5c/sjGv52w4i7E/s72-c/tangled_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-1808151555138776003</id><published>2010-12-11T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:26:04.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>That Feeling..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qQCx9mxV9g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qQCx9mxV9g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this feeling.. I think. Mehehehhehehhehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-1808151555138776003?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/1808151555138776003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1808151555138776003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/1808151555138776003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-feeling.html' title='That Feeling..'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-9170735885503043619</id><published>2010-12-11T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:15:25.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Come Out, Come Out Wherever You are..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJqY6R6txI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Y9TdxxAlYdg/s1600/P1100548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJqY6R6txI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Y9TdxxAlYdg/s640/P1100548.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to I-City. I am very speechless upon my decision of stepping on the territory of that terrorizing electronic place. I don't even know how to blog about this. Niama eh, damn regret can? There was nothing there. So much for the curious excitement I had&amp;nbsp;going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consumed a wrong element that made me too hyped up to actually be quiet for the whole day. You can so well said that I have enjoyed my whole day even though in a dull electronic place. Therefore, I didn't had a sucky day, I had a great day in a sucky place :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't believe I made May Yee repeatedly come down from that small slope because she came down the wrong way.. Why were we laughing again? Laugh like &lt;em&gt;sakai&lt;/em&gt; can? :/&lt;/blockquote&gt;Besides walking and being stupid, we&amp;nbsp;got an ice-cream that cost us a fortune. Jeng jeng jeng! But it was nice lorh even though it came out like shit :( Not fun merh making the shit yourself?&amp;nbsp;ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJhHF6FOPI/AAAAAAAAA5I/MmyxNMSt55M/s1600/P1100477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJhHF6FOPI/AAAAAAAAA5I/MmyxNMSt55M/s640/P1100477.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After taking a few pictures and everything, we headed back to Klang to have dinner. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steamed rice wine &lt;em&gt;lala&lt;/em&gt; at Boston, Klang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Ah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the deliciousity!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmph, I shall bocorkan the rahsia&amp;nbsp;that occured while we had dinner - WEI SHEN AND&amp;nbsp;KAM CHEONG&amp;nbsp;SCAM ONE CHAR KUEY TEOW! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we spontaneously decided to catch Haunted Changi! But the last movie showed was at 6.15pm :( We missed it. So we caught this weird and meaningless and funny movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJlGJ4JMuI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Bxw0LAJKMtU/s1600/My_Soul_to_Take_2586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJlGJ4JMuI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Bxw0LAJKMtU/s640/My_Soul_to_Take_2586.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so scary :O I was constantly giggling in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I stayed over at May Yee's place :) I realize that we laughed at very normal pictures that night -___-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. ALSO.&amp;nbsp;JUST. HAVE. TO. UPLOAD. THIS. POST. WITH. THIS. PICTURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He holding the tigerr!! May I know what are you hiding? LOL.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJs3mD3SAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2ARBRd_ogGE/s1600/P1100433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJs3mD3SAI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2ARBRd_ogGE/s640/P1100433.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-9170735885503043619?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/9170735885503043619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/9170735885503043619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/9170735885503043619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html' title='Come Out, Come Out Wherever You are..'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TQJqY6R6txI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Y9TdxxAlYdg/s72-c/P1100548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-33257411418109722</id><published>2010-12-04T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:42:23.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I'm CEO Bitch. \m/</title><content type='html'>Yippee! 3 more papers to go and Bali, here I come! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of here and go there and get my feet suntanned!! Wait wait wait, let's see how this satisfying thought of my desperate feet&amp;nbsp;stepping upon Bali looks like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPkbVLRztNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5Y-AW0qigvk/s1600/P1100189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPkbVLRztNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5Y-AW0qigvk/s640/P1100189.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I think I look fat here.. ROFL and the flash ruined&amp;nbsp;everything. PFFT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the number 7 :D Oh, did I tell you I finished 7 out of my 10 of my papers already? Yeah, I finished 7 already :3 Thanks for asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main papers. All I can say do is lift my hand up and pray that God will make a miracle for me. *fingers crossed* But I must say, Pendidikan Moral taught me something new. I realize I knew how to plant durians. No joke, I know how to plant my durians. It's like I had this inner talent that I have not known about. I know how to plant quality durians. I am awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Physics, it was the most disastrous paper ever. Oh, yes. It was Additional Mathematics! It was such a disaster that the examiner brought a pillow along into the class! Yellow-irrelevant-woman said &lt;em&gt;"Jangan-jangan ada yang membelakangi beta. Beta pasti, tiada yang boleh meniru"&lt;/em&gt;. Memang, we tak boleh. &lt;strong&gt;We damn Malaysia Tak Boleh since 1993.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&amp;nbsp;I distinguish the spirit of Malaysia Tak Boleh with jolly,&amp;nbsp;I headed home to slack with full power. I slept at 10pm and got up at 1am, imagine that grogginess. Studied Physics until it was time for school :( I had a feeling that I was going to collapse - the thought of me sleeping on my paper was extremely &lt;s&gt;fascinating&lt;/s&gt;scary!&amp;nbsp;So I had&amp;nbsp;equipped myself with this power juice, similar to how men eats Tongkat Ali, I drink coffee. No, I don't know what's the name of the female's Tongkat Ali, I only drink coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't start kids, it's a bad habit. Play safe. Peace :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of the female's Tongkat Ali ah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics paper was the bomb larh, I tell you. There goes my A+, A, and A-. I know I am very pessimistic hor but I can't help it :( The paper was so good that the SPM candidates in this world can split the right answers into two possibilities! I got the better out of it, I think. I was like the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;God of Mungkin &lt;/span&gt;and I mostly got it right. Seriously. I like that name&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today, it's Friday :D :D :D Today I is watched the movie The Social Network with boyfriend and sister! I is the very happy that I is finally go movie! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPkle1E_bvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/11Km7Q68spE/s1600/socialnetworkposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPkle1E_bvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/11Km7Q68spE/s640/socialnetworkposter.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rated, 8/10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Coincidentally, May Yee was watching the movie with me&amp;nbsp;too! However, in a different place (: Her comment on the movie was;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Social Network. It's a very very nice show to waste your time. Dang, it sure sucks that much. My fault for being curious on how he created The Facebook. I wouldn't watch again even if you pay me to watch. Rating ; 4/10. I only like the part where they talked about animal cruelty. He gave his pet chicken, chicken meat. That's forced cannibalism. Tee hee :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I totally disagree with her statement that the movie was a waste of time. I personally think the movie was very inspiring. How he had created Facebook might be bodoh and naive but the intelligence&amp;nbsp;he had - I do not know if the real Mark Zuckerberg was that&amp;nbsp;intelligently creepy&amp;nbsp;- the movie&amp;nbsp;was fantastic.&amp;nbsp;My heart beats for Andrew Garfield, sigh. I also agree that the animal cruelty issue was attention. The thought of knowing that&amp;nbsp;if Andrew really&amp;nbsp;fed chicken to a pet chicken was monstrous :O I would never do that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;See ya later, elevator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;xo'&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-33257411418109722?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/33257411418109722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/did-not-know-intelligence-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/33257411418109722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/33257411418109722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/12/did-not-know-intelligence-can-be.html' title='I&apos;m CEO Bitch. \m/'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPkbVLRztNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/5Y-AW0qigvk/s72-c/P1100189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-3187275582022100992</id><published>2010-11-28T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:07:13.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPJe78UbBEI/AAAAAAAAA48/ejxSBM8gQ30/s1600/Image833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPJe78UbBEI/AAAAAAAAA48/ejxSBM8gQ30/s640/Image833.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ChinaTambi's little boy, taken back in April 2009 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy thinks I should take up photography in the future (: She's planning to get me a new DSLR to practice on. How.. Exciting! But I still think I'm far from what people call talent. Anyone wants to sell their camera so I can practice first? This is an expensive hobby I am not willing to take risk of D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-3187275582022100992?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/3187275582022100992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/chinatambis-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3187275582022100992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/3187275582022100992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/chinatambis-little-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TPJe78UbBEI/AAAAAAAAA48/ejxSBM8gQ30/s72-c/Image833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-9016424587177843144</id><published>2010-11-21T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:18:46.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOjik_H-UpI/AAAAAAAAA44/URJ5VAt7oDU/s1600/P1090948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOjik_H-UpI/AAAAAAAAA44/URJ5VAt7oDU/s640/P1090948.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOjiNvRyQdI/AAAAAAAAA40/_mJmrKTVUWc/s1600/P1090952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOjiNvRyQdI/AAAAAAAAA40/_mJmrKTVUWc/s640/P1090952.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like blooming flower buds. Good luck for SPM everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These would be at the field in&amp;nbsp;my Grandma's place&amp;nbsp;(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-9016424587177843144?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/9016424587177843144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-blooming-flower-buds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/9016424587177843144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/9016424587177843144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-blooming-flower-buds.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOjik_H-UpI/AAAAAAAAA44/URJ5VAt7oDU/s72-c/P1090948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4517358571093889152</id><published>2010-11-20T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:05:27.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>I Call This, Save The Earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOa2XCJSr_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/juOUHlOLOnI/s1600/P1090901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOa2XCJSr_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/juOUHlOLOnI/s640/P1090901.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got this at Grandma's garden behind the house (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on burning midnight oil but I guess it's not happening anymore. I caught these&amp;nbsp;two pictures (above and another at the previous post) just this afternoon (: The Sun was scorching hot but I still couldn't resist. I immediately&amp;nbsp;shove the books away and got out to capture something pretty before the Sun gets dimmed by the clouds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my luck, I've got a few. These two was chosen to be published first because it felt like a message. Like how this one above looks like the trees on earth that are slowly dying off due to deforestations and&amp;nbsp;the lack of&amp;nbsp;irresponsibility&amp;nbsp;from the governments. Many people always say that the world is green enough to support all livings but to me, I&amp;nbsp;like to think that &lt;strong&gt;enough is never enough unless you have more than what you need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting the other few in random (: Let's just see if I've got time to manage them. I've wasted much time away from my studies. SPM is in like, two days away, yet I'm still slacking here at 2am in the morning. I thought I would be sleeping by now, like&amp;nbsp;how I dozed off yesterday without revising&amp;nbsp;so I prepared coffee tonight. Little did I know, I only needed Wei Shen to stay awake with me, needless for coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining an hour ago and the wind was blowing so hardly, my window kept shaking in shivers. The sound of the wind sounded like ghosts calling out and it made my hair stand so tall, I could feel them like electric waves. The thunder wasn't booming here but it was at Wei Shen's place. For a guy, he gets very pissed off at thunders. I think that's cute (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you like something I've posted, feel free to like it. There's a like button under every post (: Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhoo, fullstop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4517358571093889152?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4517358571093889152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-call-this-save-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4517358571093889152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4517358571093889152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-call-this-save-earth.html' title='I Call This, Save The Earth.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOa2XCJSr_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/juOUHlOLOnI/s72-c/P1090901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-577161853682683142</id><published>2010-11-19T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:54:31.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOY7Gq5kkEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/vsBrgYbn9Rw/s1600/P1090879-vert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOY7Gq5kkEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/vsBrgYbn9Rw/s640/P1090879-vert.jpg" width="606" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma's garden fences at home (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-577161853682683142?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/577161853682683142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandmas-garden-fences-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/577161853682683142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/577161853682683142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandmas-garden-fences-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOY7Gq5kkEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/vsBrgYbn9Rw/s72-c/P1090879-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-9057327500295955794</id><published>2010-11-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:00:04.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>I Find This Part Really Fascinating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545454; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545454; font-size: x-small;"&gt;bel says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;omg! i know you saw me online! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;thats why you came!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545454; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545454; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aoki Tan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;YEH&lt;br /&gt;I IM ADDICTED TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;BELINDA LEE IS LIKE A DRUG&lt;br /&gt;BLD&lt;br /&gt;or smth&lt;br /&gt;you know what&lt;br /&gt;i think im in &amp;lt;3 with you&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;my fats is in the way&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545454; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #545454; font-size: x-small;"&gt;bel says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal; font-family: Segoe UI; font-size: x-small;"&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;thats so sad&lt;br /&gt;i think im in &amp;lt;3 witht you too&lt;br /&gt;but your fats are in the way :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-9057327500295955794?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/9057327500295955794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-find-this-part-really-fascinating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/9057327500295955794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/9057327500295955794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-find-this-part-really-fascinating.html' title='I Find This Part Really Fascinating.'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-4632883212331347909</id><published>2010-11-17T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:50:59.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh oh oh, I watched Harry Potter today! I still think George and Fred Weasley is so much hotter ): They so the handsome. They tall, they funny, they got cute ears, they got pretty hair - everything a girl like me would want! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOPOxXhXjvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/m9jCllfGD84/s1600/3672_newssp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOPOxXhXjvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/m9jCllfGD84/s640/3672_newssp.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-4632883212331347909?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/4632883212331347909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-oh-oh-i-watched-harry-potter-today-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4632883212331347909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/4632883212331347909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-oh-oh-i-watched-harry-potter-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOPOxXhXjvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/m9jCllfGD84/s72-c/3672_newssp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-8886805865649837240</id><published>2010-11-17T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:52:23.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>HUNGRYYYYY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOPORc0Y3gI/AAAAAAAAA4g/MXB_Ikp00wE/s1600/09_08_09_subway_sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOPORc0Y3gI/AAAAAAAAA4g/MXB_Ikp00wE/s640/09_08_09_subway_sandwich.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SUBWAY ANYONE?!?!&amp;nbsp;I'm salivating like a bulldog already! OHEMGEE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-8886805865649837240?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/8886805865649837240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/hungryyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8886805865649837240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/8886805865649837240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/hungryyyyy.html' title='HUNGRYYYYY!'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uLFcXGBfs4/Ti0v3quj93I/AAAAAAAABBM/__lL3DbT63A/s220/252833_10150211412818311_754893310_7187774_2233318_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VX3xfymLAD4/TOPORc0Y3gI/AAAAAAAAA4g/MXB_Ikp00wE/s72-c/09_08_09_subway_sandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254728711533954453.post-19845398715013210</id><published>2010-11-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:24:01.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Niama,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;-An expression of regret or condolence. (via Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which part of I'm sorry don't you understand now? People with dicks have no sorry in their syllables one is it? Too bad larh hor? Blame all you want larh. Let's just see if I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-19845398715013210?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/feeds/19845398715013210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/niama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/19845398715013210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254728711533954453/posts/default/19845398715013210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blxf.blogspot.com/2010/11/niama.html' title='Niama,'/><author><name>Belinda Lee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;白色的风车 安静的转着&lt;br /&gt;bai se de feng che / an jing de zhuan zhe&lt;br /&gt;The white windmills whirling silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真实的感觉 梦境般遥远&lt;br /&gt;zhen shi de gan jue / meng jing ban yao yuan&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of reality appears so surreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甜甜的海水 复杂的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;tian tian de hai shui / fu za de yan lei&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful sea, the intricate tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看你傻笑着 握住我的手&lt;br /&gt;kan ni sha xiao zhe / wo zhu wo de shou&lt;br /&gt;Watching your silly grin, clasping my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梦希望没有尽头 我们走到这就好&lt;br /&gt;meng xi wang mei you jing tou / wo men zou dao zhe jiu hao&lt;br /&gt;I hope this dream has no end, so let's just walk till here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我不想太快走完这幸福&lt;br /&gt;yin wei wo bu xiang tai kuai zou wan zhe xin fu&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't wish for this bliss to end so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很可惜没有祝福 当爱你并不孤独 不会再让你哭&lt;br /&gt;heng ke xi mei you zhu fu / dang ai no bing bu gu du / bu hui zai ran ni ku&lt;br /&gt;It is a pity that there is no blessing, I don't feel lonely at all when loving you, I won't let you cry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我背你走到最后 能不能不要回头&lt;br /&gt;wo bei ni zou dao zui hou / neng bu neng bu yao hui tou&lt;br /&gt;I carry you till the end, can we not turn back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你紧紧地抱住我 说你不需要承诺&lt;br /&gt;ni jing jing de bao zhu wo / shuo ni bu xu yao cheng nuo&lt;br /&gt;You embraced me, telling me you don't need any promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我若一个人会比较自由&lt;br /&gt;ni shuo wo ruo yi ge ren hui bi jiao zi you&lt;br /&gt;You said I will have more freedom if I am by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不懂你说什么 反正不会松手&lt;br /&gt;wo bu dong ni shuo shen me / fan zheng bu hui song shou&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what you said, regardless, I won't let go of your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我背你走到最后 能不能别想太多&lt;br /&gt;wo bei ni zou dao zui hou / neng bu neng bie xiang tai duo&lt;br /&gt;I carry you till the end, can we not think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会不会手牵着手 晚一点再到尽头&lt;br /&gt;hui bu bui shou qian zhe shou / wan yi dian zai dao jing tou&lt;br /&gt;Will we still be holding hands, reaching later to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说不该再相见 只为了瞬间&lt;br /&gt;ni shuo bu gai zai xiang jian / zi wei le shun jian&lt;br /&gt;You said we shouldn't meet anymore just for this brief moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你让我听见 因为我在等待永远&lt;br /&gt;xie xie ni ran wo ting jian / yin wei wo zai deng dai yong yuan&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me know, for I will be here waiting for eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254728711533954453-5734882274635984330?l=blxf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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