<?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-2384402100978713937</id><updated>2011-11-16T00:41:05.902+08:00</updated><category term='your smile will be engraved in my mind forever.'/><category term='we&apos;re all just victims of love.'/><category term='break free.'/><category term='sorry i cant always find the words to say.'/><category term='baby before its too late..what about now?'/><category term='why bother asking me to make things happen when you won&apos;t?'/><category term='you want to make a memory?'/><category term='this is the smile that i&apos;ve never shown before.'/><category term='i dont think so/.'/><category term='nothing is real til its gone.'/><category term='forgive. sounds good. forget. im not sure i could.'/><category term='and good night. =)'/><title type='text'>time stands still.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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I miss how I could give them a call or go over whenever I could, but there are so many things in the way, so many people have moved on, and I end up feeling really confused and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to rethink my priorities, who should matter, what to do, what i NEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a random picture taken at my birthday dinner this year. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg11JkFwPDM/Tr33gb21GbI/AAAAAAAACFo/hxlijudl0ho/s1600/DSC00598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg11JkFwPDM/Tr33gb21GbI/AAAAAAAACFo/hxlijudl0ho/s320/DSC00598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love my family. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg11JkFwPDM/Tr33gb21GbI/AAAAAAAACFo/hxlijudl0ho/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2936069822201713578</id><published>2011-09-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:55:43.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>my ipd blog has more current posts than this one does, homg. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello blog, sorry for abandoning you for months. not like anyone reads this anyway, does anyone ever do? haha i'd be surprised if anyone still does, since i don't do up my blog nicely, i don't link it to fb so nobody ever knows if i update (or not at all), and i don't know who'd be interested in what i say. hehh. :p i guess this is just my outlet for rants, and what i'm going through at the time of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second sem started about 6 weeks ago and i'm already deflated like a 10 week old balloon. it's not easy, this journalism stuff, but i guess what's keeping me going is that i'm going to be doing this for life, so i might as well try to get my Distinctions (high distinctions? blehh) while i'm at it. didn't do that well for the first semester, nor did i do horridly, but my current gpa is pretty low, makes me want to jump off a building. maybe this assignment based nonsense isn't that good for me after all. hmmm. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been through a turbulent winter break (it was aussie's winter break, hence the one month in june-july), had my ups and downs. sent a friend off to the continent of america, will be sending off another best friend next monday. sob! okay, the sob was an understatement. this is rachel ho wye fern we're talking about. my rbs roommate, my laughmate, crymate, eatmate, talkmate, hugmate, textmate, whatevermate. she's off to uk for three years, so there goes my 15 minute drive to her house to pick her up whenever i want, texting her at any time at all to send a smiley, hug or kiss. oh well, whatsapp better be good to me, so i can do all that messaging without a hitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to cry when she leaves. yes, my face is going to go all red, my eyes too, then tears are going to spill over, my nose will start to run, and i'll be sobbing like there was no tomorrow. goodbyes are so hard, was already in tears when i hugged her goodbye yesterday after our morning/afternoon together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dearie, and i'll surely miss you. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of going to campus tomorrow to do an essay doesn't help. grrr the workload, seriously. doing work on a weekend in school, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the script's 'for the first time' is in my head. mmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2936069822201713578?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2936069822201713578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2936069822201713578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2936069822201713578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2936069822201713578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8495167504523106351</id><published>2011-07-20T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:40:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i promise you;</title><content type='html'>i don't know how it came to this. screw you, mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow when i shuffle my music, the first song is always a TSTM song. today, it began with 'attack'. one of my favourite TSTM songs. thank you, music shuffle for lighting up my cloudy head. been feeling heavy headed lately. and stubborn. and annoyed. and confused. and irritable. i snap easily and frowning comes to quick to me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't had a fruitful one month break. the days drawled by so slowly when it first started, now they're flying faster than you can say hullaballoo. met up with friends, got annoyed at friends who aren't friends anymore, found new friends, discovered that other people who i never expected to care, actually do care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maybe i'm just dreaming out loud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our usual brownie tradition yesterday, with rachel ho wye fern and low ii shan, the two people i've met last year who have never made me feel like a sore thumb of any sort, and i love them to bits. we had our fake birthday thing again, it's become an annual thing, since our birthdays are three days in a row. so awesome that we're all such good friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our brownie was less than perfect, burnt, to be exact, but we had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myszPX0qXvc/TiaCXbLE1jI/AAAAAAAACC0/5cYsosf2_RE/s1600/DSC05796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myszPX0qXvc/TiaCXbLE1jI/AAAAAAAACC0/5cYsosf2_RE/s320/DSC05796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we had jojo chilli pan mee first, cos we all crave noodles like that ;) popped by a pet shop after that to look at puppies. saw a siberian husky, in all its glory. smooth fur, huge in stature, and those gorgeous blue eyes staring back coolly. i want a husky now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to my house for the baking, didn't take too long to get everything done since there were three of us there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZOw5k6jE04/TiaCuvQqKpI/AAAAAAAACC4/d7tOGcxD5-Q/s1600/DSC05799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZOw5k6jE04/TiaCuvQqKpI/AAAAAAAACC4/d7tOGcxD5-Q/s320/DSC05799.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;rachel adding the toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uf68vF6AThU/TiaCwPCEwwI/AAAAAAAACC8/b72B5u5n1cE/s1600/DSC05802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uf68vF6AThU/TiaCwPCEwwI/AAAAAAAACC8/b72B5u5n1cE/s320/DSC05802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;before it went in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Du_KGamZccU/TiaCw3_LwaI/AAAAAAAACDA/9ZHmUXCbl1U/s1600/DSC05812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Du_KGamZccU/TiaCw3_LwaI/AAAAAAAACDA/9ZHmUXCbl1U/s320/DSC05812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..when it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCSEjQn9tyo/TiaCxqRYxnI/AAAAAAAACDE/mUu-6on437M/s1600/DSC05814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCSEjQn9tyo/TiaCxqRYxnI/AAAAAAAACDE/mUu-6on437M/s320/DSC05814.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;iishan lighting the three candles signifying the three of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91MIamxJOgo/TiaCyg4Yh1I/AAAAAAAACDI/Y-eAbuCYfRU/s1600/DSC05815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91MIamxJOgo/TiaCyg4Yh1I/AAAAAAAACDI/Y-eAbuCYfRU/s320/DSC05815.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;rachel first, since her birthday's on the 7th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ILkjax9urg/TiaCzUCZBEI/AAAAAAAACDM/NZWnXEyjmrs/s1600/DSC05816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ILkjax9urg/TiaCzUCZBEI/AAAAAAAACDM/NZWnXEyjmrs/s320/DSC05816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;iishan next, cos his is on the 8th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou8AykfY_-A/TiaC0dS3LyI/AAAAAAAACDQ/dh5kPtNmHRA/s1600/DSC05817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou8AykfY_-A/TiaC0dS3LyI/AAAAAAAACDQ/dh5kPtNmHRA/s320/DSC05817.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me last cos mine is on the 9th! funny how our faces look exactly the same while blowing out the candles. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVusPdx-oRI/TiaC1HqUpWI/AAAAAAAACDU/zHhuMWb8QAQ/s1600/DSC05820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVusPdx-oRI/TiaC1HqUpWI/AAAAAAAACDU/zHhuMWb8QAQ/s320/DSC05820.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;super sweet sugarrushed brownie with a nice dollop of sunnyside farms triple premium vanilla ice cream! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbTCOR36-lc/TiaC2O4HxmI/AAAAAAAACDY/Y7VFJ4k1uXE/s1600/DSC05823.JPG" imageanchor="1" 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(ahahahaha no i kid i kid, it was so burnt we had to throw the edges away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSIS_U-Ox2c/TiaC3LSCC6I/AAAAAAAACDc/VL6fjz9I7Es/s1600/DSC05824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSIS_U-Ox2c/TiaC3LSCC6I/AAAAAAAACDc/VL6fjz9I7Es/s320/DSC05824.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;rachel going into labour after consuming the burnt sugary treat, iishan playing the role of the impatient husband. i think i was supposed to be the midwife but i ended up snapping photos instead. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5BeA9nmH4U/TiaC30JonnI/AAAAAAAACDg/bAtm6jQVGjk/s1600/DSC05826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5BeA9nmH4U/TiaC30JonnI/AAAAAAAACDg/bAtm6jQVGjk/s320/DSC05826.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the beauty of self timer. and we were fooling around with the fake-looking overly waxed giant green apples in my house so we grabbed them and made them part of the picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80BKAs_aoWU/TiaC5r2WCPI/AAAAAAAACDo/RNSAv9n-C1E/s1600/DSC05828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80BKAs_aoWU/TiaC5r2WCPI/AAAAAAAACDo/RNSAv9n-C1E/s320/DSC05828.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;rachel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ImCa_tDuGk/TiaC6TNrT3I/AAAAAAAACDs/eJuHpATp4oE/s1600/DSC05829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ImCa_tDuGk/TiaC6TNrT3I/AAAAAAAACDs/eJuHpATp4oE/s320/DSC05829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;iishan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burnt brownies have never tasted so good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to learn to thank God for everything, all over again. God is good. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8495167504523106351?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8495167504523106351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8495167504523106351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8495167504523106351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8495167504523106351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-promise-you.html' title='i promise you;'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myszPX0qXvc/TiaCXbLE1jI/AAAAAAAACC0/5cYsosf2_RE/s72-c/DSC05796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1293617632750768462</id><published>2011-06-25T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T12:28:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daze.</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so lazy to blog lately, all i've been doing is tumblr-ing because i don't usually upload texts there, i just grab any pretty pictures and upload them for fun. and if i'm lucky, someone else will like it and reblog it and give me that moment of satisfaction that some people actually appreciate my (rubbish) photography. haha. give me a break, i'm only using a cybershot which is pretty old. I is saving up for a better personal camera which can be experimented on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first semester has ended and it has been pretty bittersweet for me. i had some fun, but i think i speak for everyone in my course that it has been crazy busy. degree has definitely been a huge leap from foundation. expectations are higher, work is more complicated, require much more research and also a lot of time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually just realised that i have not met anyone outside college and church the whole month of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least, until yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the dear rachel ho wye fern which i have not seen since my workload started and bsf went on a one month break. she's on break after her a-levels, and since i am so terribly bored to the point of doing all the housework at home, we met up yesterday! drove over to her place (which, thank God, I am familiar with or i'll be spinning in circles) and whizzed off to ikano for some manhattan fish market cos they're having some student promo until the end of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwfDSWgFRYY/TgVizKf5u0I/AAAAAAAACCk/kicaqFPskEM/s1600/DSC05475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwfDSWgFRYY/TgVizKf5u0I/AAAAAAAACCk/kicaqFPskEM/s320/DSC05475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;my seafood 101 dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPCnv-jn1lg/TgViz2kF5BI/AAAAAAAACCo/cUUM7p_q0xg/s1600/DSC05476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPCnv-jn1lg/TgViz2kF5BI/AAAAAAAACCo/cUUM7p_q0xg/s320/DSC05476.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;her tuna roll thingie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtnhMohxzZo/TgVi0mRcl0I/AAAAAAAACCs/eNCIiwXAC9k/s1600/DSC05477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtnhMohxzZo/TgVi0mRcl0I/AAAAAAAACCs/eNCIiwXAC9k/s320/DSC05477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;miss ho wye fern :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loUSA16tJUk/TgVi1r8_YgI/AAAAAAAACCw/Mwa3rMLEesw/s1600/DSC05478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loUSA16tJUk/TgVi1r8_YgI/AAAAAAAACCw/Mwa3rMLEesw/s320/DSC05478.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;brownie with ice cream! desserts were at half price, so we thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bill came up to less than 30 bucks for all that yummy fried oily seafoody goodness. and spending time with my best friend? priceless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked and talked and talked for about 3 hours about everything under the sun. it has been so terribly long since we've had proper conversations. bsf does not allow much time for personal chatter, mind you. felt so nice to have a good, proper, non-shallow and assignment based talk with her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, the day had to end and we left before 4 to avoid the jam which actually already started. ack. -___- ended the outing with hugs, goodbyes, wehavetomeetupagains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i had a good good friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-1293617632750768462?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/1293617632750768462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=1293617632750768462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1293617632750768462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1293617632750768462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/06/daze.html' title='daze.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwfDSWgFRYY/TgVizKf5u0I/AAAAAAAACCk/kicaqFPskEM/s72-c/DSC05475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-5166221669711599066</id><published>2011-06-04T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:22:30.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumper.</title><content type='html'>blog has been pretty dead for some time already, haven't really had the time to be sitting down and pouring my thoughts out here. not supposed to be here right now actually, supposed to be at work but screw that, i've been doing too much work recently. got a nose bleed a couple days back, my body is starting to give way to this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about my body, somehow with all the stress, i'm not losing weight or anything. THAT IS SO UNFAIR. people lose weight due to stress right? right? RIGHT? i don't seem to be shedding any flab or kilos. i really envy people who have high metabolism rates, cos, to state the obvious, i'm not one of them. i used to be pretty chubby growing up. i WAS a skinny kid right up til i was 10 or 11. and then puberty struck and i became, erm, round. looking the typical well fed asian kid, with long hair, glasses (nerd glasses, like serious nerd glasses), chubby body and pimples. needless to say, i hated the way i looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, how could someone look so tiny and puny and cute as a kid and then look like miss awkward rollie pollie ollie the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until today, where i'm closing in on 20 years, i still don't like the way i look. i'm not some pro-ana freak, but i just want to lose weight, dammit. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, for once, i lost weight after rbs, but a year later, i'm as round as ever. i have myself to blame, i have a terribly sweet tooth. been cutting down on junk food, but i love my burgers and ice creams and hot chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just a girl thing to be unsatisfied all the time, heh. I NEED TO STOP COMPLAINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this on fb, taken during christmas last year, and it's june already. time doesn't fly, it practically whizzes. i think i've blogged this photo before, but it's just so pretty to look at. the whole bunch of em' there, we've grown up together. so smiley and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBhVemwm6bg/TenqtuzdQ1I/AAAAAAAACCg/Vfu3dQuRCiQ/s1600/65435_469236002477_664932477_5737814_3793044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBhVemwm6bg/TenqtuzdQ1I/AAAAAAAACCg/Vfu3dQuRCiQ/s320/65435_469236002477_664932477_5737814_3793044_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from left to right (back row) : eu ern, jethro, maggie, hoc leong, mabel, jo'anne and me.&lt;br /&gt;the two squatters up front are jon and isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy june the fourth everyone (whatever june the fourth means)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-5166221669711599066?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/5166221669711599066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=5166221669711599066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5166221669711599066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5166221669711599066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/06/jumper.html' title='jumper.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBhVemwm6bg/TenqtuzdQ1I/AAAAAAAACCg/Vfu3dQuRCiQ/s72-c/65435_469236002477_664932477_5737814_3793044_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-798696759440907790</id><published>2011-05-29T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:43:51.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>queen of heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>I've made up my mind, don't need to think it over&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wrong I am right, don't need to look no further&lt;br /&gt;This ain't lust, I know this is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I tell the world, I'll never say enough&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was not said to you&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what I need to do if I'd end up with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I build myself up and fly around in circles&lt;br /&gt;Wait then as my heart drops and my back begins to tingle&lt;br /&gt;Finally could this be it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;Should I just keep on chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-798696759440907790?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/798696759440907790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=798696759440907790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/798696759440907790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/798696759440907790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/05/queen-of-heartbreak.html' title='queen of heartbreak.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4638613250748597169</id><published>2011-05-08T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T16:36:01.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovee.</title><content type='html'>i look exactly like her, according to everyone who's seen us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at chinese new year or wedding dinners (especially now that i've grown up), her sisters remark on how i look like a doppelganger of her when she was my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's only half a centimeter taller than me, but she's very nearly two shoe sizes smaller, and she always complains that my feet are so huge, i'll never find the shoes i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sings in the house a lot, and sometimes i sing along, sometimes even try to outsing her just for the sake of annoying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't agree on almost everything, because our personalities are as different as the north is from the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's my mother, and i love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mother's day mummy, i love you so very much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Svt6rtya9Y8/TcZVtoZGg2I/AAAAAAAACCc/KFcNXaE664E/s1600/pic.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Svt6rtya9Y8/TcZVtoZGg2I/AAAAAAAACCc/KFcNXaE664E/s1600/pic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sis, me and mummy back in 1998 when i was six. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4638613250748597169?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Svt6rtya9Y8/TcZVtoZGg2I/AAAAAAAACCc/KFcNXaE664E/s72-c/pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2554922689245978228</id><published>2011-04-28T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:45:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chewy, much?</title><content type='html'>I. IS . VERY. HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally baked something with my sis that is edible, and possibly sell-able as well. teeheeheeheehee. we set out for a mcd breakfast today then to the store to get the ingredients and what not. mix mix mix, stir stir stir, and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ya5eut-dNr4/TbkK5--aHpI/AAAAAAAACCI/B2cvjVWVlqQ/s1600/DSC05139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ya5eut-dNr4/TbkK5--aHpI/AAAAAAAACCI/B2cvjVWVlqQ/s320/DSC05139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;brownies pre-ovened. we followed the recipe and put our quarter toppings. so colourful, i like so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj44E79jNA0/TbkLIB04U3I/AAAAAAAACCM/HaMgpRnkXR8/s1600/DSC05143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj44E79jNA0/TbkLIB04U3I/AAAAAAAACCM/HaMgpRnkXR8/s320/DSC05143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;blurry picture of the brownies baking and baking. spot the shadow of my camera wielding hand. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NAvVTIST-w/TbkLcICzZJI/AAAAAAAACCQ/p-6lmVf2szE/s1600/DSC05148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NAvVTIST-w/TbkLcICzZJI/AAAAAAAACCQ/p-6lmVf2szE/s320/DSC05148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;brownies fresh and piping hot out of the oven! the m&amp;amp;ms cracked though. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-834epvzEszc/TbkL9sE53RI/AAAAAAAACCU/bebC9GKMm84/s1600/DSC05154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-834epvzEszc/TbkL9sE53RI/AAAAAAAACCU/bebC9GKMm84/s320/DSC05154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and all cut up, ready to feast on! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdNtc83Wbw4/TbkMkq0o_6I/AAAAAAAACCY/ir--xv3FAkg/s1600/DSC05157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdNtc83Wbw4/TbkMkq0o_6I/AAAAAAAACCY/ir--xv3FAkg/s320/DSC05157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and mummy put it in a nice container. HAPPY. they taste really good too. chocolatey, chewy, moist, oh so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, me and my sis are up for brownie hire. prices to be confirmed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited versions are on my &lt;a href="http://thecolourwhite.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2554922689245978228?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2554922689245978228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2554922689245978228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2554922689245978228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2554922689245978228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/04/chewy-much.html' title='chewy, much?'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ya5eut-dNr4/TbkK5--aHpI/AAAAAAAACCI/B2cvjVWVlqQ/s72-c/DSC05139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2518011989079401302</id><published>2011-04-20T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:41:22.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparkly things.</title><content type='html'>i'm about 60% done with my ccs assignment and my brain is acting up on me. finally finished my lit review, which is the utmost confusing part, and now i can't seem to give my opinion on the whole research paper because i'm afraid i'll end up doing a conclusion instead. GAHHH I WANT TO KILL SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of killing, i was so close to smashing my car into something smaller than a tin can. i was happily bounding around, reversing my car, filling a bucket, grabbing a sponge, had my hair in a ponytail, all ready to wash my rain and dust stained vitz. i wanted to lift my wipers so i could wash my windscreen. then the worst thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've known me for awhile now, you'd know i have this simple tiny white gold bracelet on my left wrist which i've worn for like forever when i got it. well, this little piece of shiny got caught on the edge of my bonnet by the windscreen and i didn't notice, when i lifted it it just went "SNAP" and everything happened in slow motion. the tiny bits flew e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. i stood there, dumbfounded for ten seconds and then cried my eyeballs out. like, how was i suppose to fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me about an hour to calm down and actually find all the pieces. i crawled, jumped, pulled, poked everything and everywhere. a few were in my car bonnet and i begged God to not let it be stuck in my engine somewhere. after all the blood (i scraped my knew crawling and sliding around), sweat and tears, i finally gathered everything back. something tells me God actually opened my eyes to find them, i didn't expect them to pop up so easily. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i just have to get it fixed. unfortunately it wasn't the clasp that broke, it broke right in the middle so i have no idea if it even can be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need help right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this video, it's not really a video, it's just a jason mraz song with lyrics. he posted a note about this song on fb recently, and turns out he wrote it for his "prettiest friend" back in 2004. that friend is his fiancee now, listening to it makes me want to cry. so so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rIZmDHPqGl4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a happy wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2518011989079401302?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2518011989079401302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2518011989079401302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2518011989079401302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2518011989079401302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/04/sparkly-things.html' title='sparkly things.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rIZmDHPqGl4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-5241084556278593029</id><published>2011-04-18T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:10:13.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ticking tocking on and on and on.</title><content type='html'>time time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my time management isn't excellent. when i try harder, something else gets in my way. like today, it was supposed to be ccs assignment + journal day. but but but i overslept and by the time i woke up the happy bunch of cleaners came bounding in and went "morning kakak" to me like 5 times and proceeded to clean every nook and nanny of the house. which meant there was no way i could even open my laptop because they'd be vacuuming and mopping and wiping and sweeping and washing and scrubbing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they left, i switched on the desktop and even before i could login to my twitter account, mum calls dad right next to me and i find out he's coming back soon to bring us all to the car showroom to check out his soon-to-be new wheels. how can i say no to that?! plus i'd have no lunch and be home alone if i didn't follow them out. this means i have to actually get ready to go out now and change from my pasar malam pj looking clothes to something that actually makes me look like i bothered to even comb my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i did, okay. i combed my hair this morning, i'm not bruno mars in his monkey lazy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP ME GET MY WORK DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two weeks. minus the two days that i go pak-toring, that'll be 12 days. minus the two sundays i'm out at church anyway, that's 10 days. minus two&amp;nbsp; possible weekends that i'll meet up with school people? so that's 8 days. 8 freaking days to complete ccs assignment and journal. oh and possibly a poj assignment and presentation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days = journal, assignment, presentation, paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/4 massive tasks = two days for each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of break is this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-5241084556278593029?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/5241084556278593029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=5241084556278593029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5241084556278593029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5241084556278593029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/04/ticking-tocking-on-and-on-and-on.html' title='ticking tocking on and on and on.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1884408013426423850</id><published>2011-04-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:38:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much is that flicker in the window?</title><content type='html'>yesterday was my last day of classes for the first half of my first sem in degree, and i couldn't have been happier. my break will be for two weeks, so that's fourteen days of not having to set an alarm for classes, not having to stress for parking, not having to endure the crazy ldp jam and not having to check bb7 like, 24/7 for subject updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOP-DEE-DOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from kl and lunch with the boyf, feeling so terribly sleepy right now. he's sleeping behind me on the couch right now while i type furiously on my little compaq keyboard, and the "black and yellow" song is booming in my face. i shall shut off the tv soon because it's annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the pc fair was madness. it was packed like sardines, and at the very end were all the telcos, celcom, maxis, digi, u mobile. the maxis people were so freaky, they even fought to promote stuff to us. -____- seriously, they really did. and there i was, wide eyed and frightened as a mouse in a cat colony. finally got out feeling a little dazed. actually went there to check out their camera pricings, but they were all so terribly expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5WDA4GM1BE/TafvYS-mipI/AAAAAAAACB0/_tfIvCaqWNk/s1600/SO-DSLRNEX5AB-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5WDA4GM1BE/TafvYS-mipI/AAAAAAAACB0/_tfIvCaqWNk/s320/SO-DSLRNEX5AB-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;enter the sony alpha nex-5. this is the little baby i've been looking at, but its price isn't angelic at all. it's slightly over 3k at the pc fair for the double lens, but its about 300 bucks cheaper online. boyf said i should get this over the D3100 because it's more compact and more convenient for someone like me, since he said i'd get lazy to bring the giant SLR out. that's true actually, heh. my current cybershot is a sony, and it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where am i gonna get the money? T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa, can i get this for my birthday? i won't pester you for any more presents for the next four years. and for my birthday, we'll eat bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. PLEAAAASSSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lunch set of lasagna, iced peach tea and a tiramisu shot. yummeh. lasagna was tasty. not great, but tasty. and the tiramisu was good too, cos it lacked the coffee flavour. me no like coffee. hehe. boyf had curry laksa, which burned my mouth because i completely forgot that laksas were hot, so i dumped the whole helping of meehoon and soup into my mouth, which ensued in a battle between my sensory buds and mind and i just ended up gurgling like a sick baby. i think, sometimes, just sometimes; i leave my brain at home and forget to bring it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CL4jPv-QFWQ/TafyKZKXh8I/AAAAAAAACB4/-YaodJ2BzXg/s1600/Photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CL4jPv-QFWQ/TafyKZKXh8I/AAAAAAAACB4/-YaodJ2BzXg/s320/Photo1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the lasagna! yes, i took a bite and then realised i wanted to take a photo to show my mum. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwhetSJgY3Q/TafyhMJ0d3I/AAAAAAAACB8/H5TI7mVZXHY/s1600/Photo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwhetSJgY3Q/TafyhMJ0d3I/AAAAAAAACB8/H5TI7mVZXHY/s320/Photo2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the tiramisu thingie. i liked it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt0JKmFng54/Tafyu88iBvI/AAAAAAAACCA/WpUDI6UEXm0/s1600/Photo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt0JKmFng54/Tafyu88iBvI/AAAAAAAACCA/WpUDI6UEXm0/s320/Photo3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nom nom nom. boyfriend and the curry laksa that burnt my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, this was at cinta ria, beside the uber famous chicken claypot rice in DJ. near the dj domino's la actually. not too bad, not too expensive, worth a try! although parking there is crazy, it's packed during the lunch hour. even cinta ria was packed. boyfriend's cousin's place. so go there to eat eat eat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZIxan_HxKM/Taf1GIM5PeI/AAAAAAAACCE/AiT37wAv38E/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZIxan_HxKM/Taf1GIM5PeI/AAAAAAAACCE/AiT37wAv38E/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's my little kid drawing of the place. and the yellow blur says "cinta ria". this just proves why i never went to anything like a design school, because my pictures look like....that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend! (which my lecturer messed up for me by showing us rebecca black twice in a row)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-1884408013426423850?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/1884408013426423850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=1884408013426423850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1884408013426423850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1884408013426423850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-much-is-that-flicker-in-window.html' title='how much is that flicker in the window?'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5WDA4GM1BE/TafvYS-mipI/AAAAAAAACB0/_tfIvCaqWNk/s72-c/SO-DSLRNEX5AB-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6307311992486850198</id><published>2011-04-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:14:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuts and edges.</title><content type='html'>i promised myself i wouldn't eat fast food anymore for the year. that was last week. today, my best friend came over and i completely forgot all about my promise. sorry, self. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i had fun talking and laughing with her. really enjoy spending time with people whom i know will never judge me like others who don't know me do. was a day full of smiles even though i was a little tired in the morning. well, thank God she's not headed overseas anytime soon or i'll just roll over and melt or rot or something. no pictures with her today, i was looking so messy with a faded pale blue tee and pasar malam yellow pants. she was pretty as usual. i have pretty friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two weeks to mid sem break and i could not be happier. what with confusing lectures and even more confusing assignments, i am looking forward to two weeks of freedomm, freedommm, freedomm FREEDOMMM! yes, i'm going all aretha franklin on this one.of course, i don't have her pipes, but those few words there were tuned to her mega hit. i know it's only my first semester in degree, but can't a girl dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is growing weirdly all over again. it's getting longer, but it's so out of shape. i actually want to leave it long so i can do nice pretty curls when i finally know how to, but it looks so weird right now. help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Af0Fejdsjn0/TZ23UF9sgaI/AAAAAAAACBk/IE9ra4iRgm0/s1600/e1e9a_curly-hair-520x769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Af0Fejdsjn0/TZ23UF9sgaI/AAAAAAAACBk/IE9ra4iRgm0/s320/e1e9a_curly-hair-520x769.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;see? nice long soft curls. yes, this is lauren conrad from the hills. i don't even watch the hills, i just seem to like her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guPDuQfks8Y/TZ24KatghlI/AAAAAAAACBo/wwxlgUzId8Q/s1600/dc39c_lauren-conrad-hairstyles-pictures-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guPDuQfks8Y/TZ24KatghlI/AAAAAAAACBo/wwxlgUzId8Q/s320/dc39c_lauren-conrad-hairstyles-pictures-7.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i actually did cut my hair like that when i got it short. yes, lauren conrad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2xCE21-ZTo/TZ24RrxRfuI/AAAAAAAACBs/pKuV6YL2KZ8/s1600/messy+bun+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2xCE21-ZTo/TZ24RrxRfuI/AAAAAAAACBs/pKuV6YL2KZ8/s1600/messy+bun+%25232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i also have a thing for loose buns. they look so pretty and effortless and romantic. got to learn how to style up my hair properly. and i shall be happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm off to watch hair tutorials. byebye!&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/2384402100978713937-6307311992486850198?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6307311992486850198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6307311992486850198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6307311992486850198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6307311992486850198'/><link rel='alternate' 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2pm. it really drains me cos i have nothing to do in between. sure there's assignments, but how much can i do in four hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came online to submit my assignments and stumbled on this video while reading ryan seacrest's tweets. its a video about twin baby boys having a conversation with each other, using only the words da da da. the one on the left asks all the questions while the one on the right answers and giggles. it is the MOST adorable conversation i have ever seen, they wave their arms around and kick about. me thinks they're either having a REAL talk, or they're imitating the way their parents speak to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's part 1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lih0Z2IbIUQ" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_JmA2ClUvUY" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will definitely make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one of my favourite youtube videos, it's baby ethan laughing while ripping papers. really makes my day. :D have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cXXm696UbKY" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;have&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-3655324031822014092?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/3655324031822014092/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2707435580752372084</id><published>2011-03-29T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:55:08.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tueeeessday, tueesssday.</title><content type='html'>it's only tuesday, and i feel like a taking a week off already. completely overslept this morning, was supposed to be up by 7 so i can leave at 8 plus (just to get a parking spot in this super screwed jammed up taylors) to college. so my alarm did ring, but i turned it off and when i woke up my bright red alarm clock granted me the revelation of me having overslept. i just stared at it, stunned for a few seconds. was actually deciding if i should jump up and start bouncing around like a ninja and rush off to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God my dad was home to send me to college. phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so annoying when you have two hour classes. it's like, you wake up rather early, go there for two hours plus and come back home. in between you have the stress of finding a carpark, walking a bazillion miles to your lecture theatre and lastly sitting through a lecture you don't understand. i'm trying really hard to listen, really, but what happens when your lecturer starts spewing out words about literature review that do not resonate with what you have learned from your other lecturer in foundation? no offence to mr bene, he's a fun lecturer and all, but i.just.don't.understand.anything.he.says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started to pick up this really weird habit. every monday morning, the alarm clock rings at 8. i wake up, stare at the clock and think there's nothing to do today, and i start to go back to sleep. 10 minutes later i wake up and go "OH WAIT. I HAVE CLASSES FROM 10-5 TODAY. IT'S MONDAY, WAKEY WAKEY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been happening for a few weeks now, me waking up and thinking i have a day to waste and then realise some minutes later that it's a monday, which is actually a 10-10 day for me cos i have classes from 10-5, then bsf from 730-930 and by the time i get home it's close to 1030. my brain is going nuts. it must have something to do with my three-day weekend. yes, i have no classes on fridays so i am very the free after thursday. heheheh. FRIIIIDAY, FRIIIDAY, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FUN FUN FUN LOOKING FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND. (autotune autotune autotune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh rebecca black. i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tenji with the darling boyf last week. as usual, me have no pics cos yours truly doesn't have a huge big black personal camera and i can't take pics of anything. i stole this from his pb though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfQtQM6PqxU/TZGBlxXewRI/AAAAAAAACBc/F0EE9gUBQfY/s1600/018-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfQtQM6PqxU/TZGBlxXewRI/AAAAAAAACBc/F0EE9gUBQfY/s320/018-22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that was about all the sushi i ate, i couldn't eat much after all that salmon and seaweed and crab and rice. they have some western and chinese food too. and also haagen das ice cream. YUMMEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun getting bloated. thanks baby! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CuYXAig-yk/TZGB8w_AoJI/AAAAAAAACBg/j7fXtwWrVq0/s1600/021-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CuYXAig-yk/TZGB8w_AoJI/AAAAAAAACBg/j7fXtwWrVq0/s320/021-16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;all smiles after the meal.&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/2384402100978713937-2707435580752372084?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2707435580752372084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2707435580752372084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2707435580752372084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2707435580752372084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/03/tueeeessday-tueesssday.html' title='tueeeessday, tueesssday.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfQtQM6PqxU/TZGBlxXewRI/AAAAAAAACBc/F0EE9gUBQfY/s72-c/018-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8350508569870725691</id><published>2011-03-18T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:39:46.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>I think I'm up for the chopping block next. I've been attempting to finish all my first assignments for my 100% assignment based course and they all seem to be, well, failing. Principles of Journalism is so...boring. The subject, that is. Of course, I do learn stuff about writing, but the first assignment is blowing my brain to bits, I think I lost my ability to think already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this CCS assignment that nobody knows how to do, a PR assignment which is quite confusing and a CRR assignment which I think I messed up already. The draft, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t1jAetDjQTI/TYLiAiKRZpI/AAAAAAAACBY/jGd_lHrTwD8/s1600/4497779991_09fda30630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t1jAetDjQTI/TYLiAiKRZpI/AAAAAAAACBY/jGd_lHrTwD8/s320/4497779991_09fda30630.jpg" width="320" /&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/2384402100978713937-8350508569870725691?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8350508569870725691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8350508569870725691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8350508569870725691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8350508569870725691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/03/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t1jAetDjQTI/TYLiAiKRZpI/AAAAAAAACBY/jGd_lHrTwD8/s72-c/4497779991_09fda30630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1803421931682236350</id><published>2011-03-11T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:14:54.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath, literally.</title><content type='html'>it's been pretty hectic, this week. supposed to be at cell group now, but i'm feeling so tired and my stomach is acting up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japan's been hit by an 8.9 magnitude earthquake, resulting in more than 30 aftershocks and a 23 foot tsunami. 50 countries are on tsunami alert. watching the footage of the waves just crashing down made me tear up a little, it was so devastating. there was this footage of people driving along a bridge, and seconds later, the waves crashed onto it. i could see people running for their lives there, and i felt so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been praying, and that's the best i can do. i can only thank God that one of my RBS friend, who's studying in Japan, is here, right now, in Malaysia, for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now hawaii is on alert, they're evacuating and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood has been dampened for the weekend. God please save those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="document lyrics"&gt;     &lt;div class="verses"&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Have we trials and temptations?&lt;br /&gt;Is there trouble anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;We should never be discouraged—&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Can we find a friend so faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Who will all our sorrows share?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows our every weakness;&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer&lt;/i&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/2384402100978713937-1803421931682236350?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/1803421931682236350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=1803421931682236350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1803421931682236350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1803421931682236350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/03/aftermath-literally.html' title='aftermath, literally.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2991198202323207769</id><published>2011-03-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:57:21.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itches!</title><content type='html'>everything seems to lag these days. the wi-fi in my campus' starbucks is slower than a wingless fly, i got so fed up yesterday while waiting for the boyfriend that i just gave up all hopes on surfing the net and chucked my earphones into my ears and let the music blast away the voices and the weirdy psych-delic music that was playing in there. starbucks is freezing by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished reading my second mitch albom book, and i have to say, he is really good at writing about death and how it links people. not in a morbid way, of course, but in such a way that lessons are learnt. not about to do a book review here, but i loved the book. it was his own view of heaven, which is not exactly biblical, but the story is fiction after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my scholarship interview yesterday afternoon. they were late, of course, because taylors so adheres to the malaysian timing, half an hour late for like, EVERYTHING. Go Taylor's! -____- already la waiting in some isolated room with the air cond blasting at 17 degrees. after what took like forever it was finally my turn, and it didn't go as well as expected. the minute i sat down, i was told that ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there are a lot of other applicants for this scholarship, and we would like to give higher preference to those who are less fortunate and more deserving. you already have one scholarship, why do you think we should grant you this scholarship now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dumbfounded for a few seconds and i answered the best i could. so it went on and on and on. was surprisingly casual, not too tense. but if i don't get this scholarship i'll kill someone. i worked so damn hard during foundation to attain a BETTER scholarship so my dad doesn't have to pay so much of my fees and now you're telling me you have a tight budget for scholarships? with that said, there are suddenly a million tvs sprouting up all over campus for ads and messages. smart move with all our tuition fees? hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said, i don't even want to start on the lousy admin at the DO. urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pest control came today, so me, sis and mum bounded off to---my next door neighbour's house to tumpang for an hour while they released toxic water based fumes to knock out those evil blood sucking moronic tiny dots that are also known as cat mites forever and ever and ever. i woke up this morning with ten new bites. one of those were on my finger. they're getting creative. i have bright red and itchy dots on my ankles, toes, feet, thighs, arms, calves, shins, shoulders, and now my right index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i googled for pictures of cat mites to show here, but i couldn't find one that didn't look so grossly repulsive with their disgusting black fangs and weirdly feathered legs so i decided not to post them up for the sake of saving everyone's appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great march!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2991198202323207769?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2991198202323207769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2991198202323207769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2991198202323207769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2991198202323207769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/03/itches.html' title='itches!'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-5578820261923706252</id><published>2011-02-25T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:33:04.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tea time.</title><content type='html'>the padini store book is full of evil, i leaved through it the other day and now my wishlist is sprouting leaves and busy blossoming into wants. maybe needs? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this gorgeous white tank dress paired with a skinny belt, but it wasn't on sale there, it was just a picture. it' looked so fresh and crisp, with buttons up front (i love buttons) and a full skirt. couldn't find a picture that matched the one i saw, so i can't blog it here. but for now, i shall keep a keen eye for white tank cotton dresses with a full skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ke2s38u4iBg/TWctK1akkiI/AAAAAAAACBE/sXJEE8SjHi4/s1600/A8EB4C5A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ke2s38u4iBg/TWctK1akkiI/AAAAAAAACBE/sXJEE8SjHi4/s320/A8EB4C5A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high waist shorts. they're so pretty. and look at the buttons :D this is the second time i'm saying this, but i love buttons. i love buttons, buckles, straps, zips and drawstrings even when they're unnecessary. plus, high waist shorts give off the illusion that you're a lot slimmer than you actually are, because it does the job of a corset, it tucks in your tummy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QzxHfg0kHIs/TWctsaI4g2I/AAAAAAAACBI/LYW85VQJfSI/s1600/linenshorts2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QzxHfg0kHIs/TWctsaI4g2I/AAAAAAAACBI/LYW85VQJfSI/s320/linenshorts2.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cuffed shorts. they have this fresh, summery, comfy look which is easy to pass off. i was actually looking for the one which is gathered on the top, but that's not easy to find. just pair it with a plain or floral/striped/loud top and you're all set to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xx6AMIR7CNs/TWcuBJsSXXI/AAAAAAAACBM/uGjMjX8Ei2E/s1600/Christian_Louboutin_Ambro_Lace_Pumps_Black_CL02085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xx6AMIR7CNs/TWcuBJsSXXI/AAAAAAAACBM/uGjMjX8Ei2E/s320/Christian_Louboutin_Ambro_Lace_Pumps_Black_CL02085.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PUMPS. okay, i don't have the best balance when it comes to heels, but i've always want a pretty pair of pumps. a classic black or nude pair will do, preferably not peep toe, because almost all my shoes are peep toe -___- . i just had to post this peep toe one though, it's christian louboutin! i don't fancy lace, but this is really pretty. i googled christian louboutin shoes and they were mostly peep toe. but they look so so pwetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want a pair of closed toe wedges, which i spotted in cotton on but they have no pricetag on them. -___- help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbuFet-eRjk/TWcuuksav4I/AAAAAAAACBQ/lS7zO66-n3Y/s1600/dooney-bourke-bags-mini-tassel-bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbuFet-eRjk/TWcuuksav4I/AAAAAAAACBQ/lS7zO66-n3Y/s1600/dooney-bourke-bags-mini-tassel-bag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tote bag. this is a dooney bourke bag. i actually googled "tote bag with tassles" and this popped out. it's so simple and minimalistic. even the colour is eye catching. what i would do the have that on my shoulder. sighhhhh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to save up if i want to purchase any of those soon, my angpau money was a measly sum of measliness this year, i can't even buy two pairs of jeans with them. if i were to talk levi, i don't think i could even buy one. oh well, it's still money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tea with rachel yesterday at tc's starbucks, shared a blueberry cream cheese muffin and washed it down with a tall java chip, because we both weren't exactly famished. the staff at starbucks, although friendly, conned us about the muffin, he said it was more popular than the banana chocolate chip muffin, so they stock more. i was actually thinking the opposite, they must have more blueberry muffins because nobody wanted them. -____- i've learned my lesson. STICK TO BANANA CHOCOLATE CHIP MUFFIN IN STARBUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. now i want java chip. again. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfm3dSvS8mQ/TWcw4cMtrJI/AAAAAAAACBU/v7xGTHh18IU/s1600/41800_2219693204_2135642_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfm3dSvS8mQ/TWcw4cMtrJI/AAAAAAAACBU/v7xGTHh18IU/s1600/41800_2219693204_2135642_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyone want to buy me one? anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-5578820261923706252?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/5578820261923706252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-3422414923346544960</id><published>2011-02-23T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:21:06.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little wiggum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNV5_5H9efk/TWSKI8p0BFI/AAAAAAAACA8/ui5WIDrm7W0/s1600/Things-That-Fit-Up-My-Nose-ralph-wiggum-127552_398_450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNV5_5H9efk/TWSKI8p0BFI/AAAAAAAACA8/ui5WIDrm7W0/s320/Things-That-Fit-Up-My-Nose-ralph-wiggum-127552_398_450.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is ralphie wiggum, my favourite character off the simpsons. yes, he's slow and dumb and says really stupid things, but he's entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and nancy cartwright voices him. she voices bart too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68OBLLfKidM/TWSK7UB44gI/AAAAAAAACBA/_uM8SghbQK0/s1600/Ralph-with-ipod-ralph-wiggum-93830_420_371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68OBLLfKidM/TWSK7UB44gI/AAAAAAAACBA/_uM8SghbQK0/s320/Ralph-with-ipod-ralph-wiggum-93830_420_371.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and i'm uploading all these silly pictures because i can. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation started on monday and i was bored, to death. made me so irritated and tired. oh well. hopefully classes will turn out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great wednesday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-3422414923346544960?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNV5_5H9efk/TWSKI8p0BFI/AAAAAAAACA8/ui5WIDrm7W0/s72-c/Things-That-Fit-Up-My-Nose-ralph-wiggum-127552_398_450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2483471760433545182</id><published>2011-02-20T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:02:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the magic that was, you and me.</title><content type='html'>because we were late on v-day celebrations, my post is late too. and i don't have pictures to show for it because the boyfriend took pics with his iphone because he brilliantly left his giant pentax at home. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bangsar village at first, but it was oh so boring and everything was oh so pricey, so we left after what, 10 minutes? ended up in good ol' one utama where i managed to spot a few things i liked, and oh we watched the green hornet. i ain't a seth rogen fan, what more jay chou, but i still watched it anyway because we had nothing to do, and there were no other english movies. how pathetic. i wanted to watch no strings attached but it wasn't out then, so we watched the green hornet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay chou's english is the epitome of chinese accent english. need i say more? i watched the subtitles whenever he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had dinner in italiannies and the bread was hard. &amp;gt;:( i was not happy. so, bad bread aside, we had pizza, tomato soup and some pasta i can't remember anymore. shrimp something. but it was nice and creamy. oh and i saw this when i got into the car :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bo7NnfwloQ/TWC7V9OKHyI/AAAAAAAACA0/htG9jRq-BAw/s1600/Picture+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bo7NnfwloQ/TWC7V9OKHyI/AAAAAAAACA0/htG9jRq-BAw/s320/Picture+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at the time this photo was taken, the rose was half dead already. it was still nice and fresh when i got it, but almost died by the time he sent me home. plunked it in a small vase and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJlVaCURROQ/TWC7lIWvtkI/AAAAAAAACA4/ELWMbasi4B4/s1600/Picture+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJlVaCURROQ/TWC7lIWvtkI/AAAAAAAACA4/ELWMbasi4B4/s320/Picture+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;see the pretty bloom? i've removed it since, because i prefer it dry. too lazy to change the water everyday so i killed my rose. heh. i have three from him already, all nice and dried up and they smell so sweet. trust me, dead roses smell a lot sweeter than fresh ones. and the ants don't come moseying up to it too. odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we just talked, took pictures, i got bullied and so on and so forth. it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good good gooooooood day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow i'm off to degree in pursuit to become the world's best journalist and win the pulitzer prize again and again. okay i'm just kidding, i hate reporting and i actually want to do feature writing. so wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2483471760433545182?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bo7NnfwloQ/TWC7V9OKHyI/AAAAAAAACA0/htG9jRq-BAw/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8220469833313513463</id><published>2011-02-15T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:55:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cougcough.</title><content type='html'>how i spent my valentine's day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with a sore throat, cough, mild fever and body aches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept for almost two hours after taking my meds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dashed to college to go off for bsf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner in college because i did NOT want to eat kl food that day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended bsf all blur because i was tired, bloated and felt really round that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my boyf gave me a special note because we couldn't celebrate it yesterday. :) i love you tan tze yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rachel ho wye fern sang me and timo a song for valentine's. :) i love you rachel ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, here is my long long long overdue post on our happy little malacca trip last week. it was a two day one night thing, me with the boyf, jo and thomas and jon and wai yee. boyf picked me up around 530 and then we went to get jon and i gave him an angpau :D no i'm not married, my mum wanted me to angpau-fy everyone on the trip. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, met up with the other three at the petrol station and grabbed sausage mcmuffins from the neighbouring mcd's because i was huuuuuuuuungry. and so was the boyf. jon shifted to the other car and off we went. arrived in town around two hours later and ALL THE SHOPS WERE CLOSED. the famous chicken rice ball (or crb, as thomas would put it) shop was closed. sob sob cry cry why oh why. so we did what we did best. armed with three DSLR's and two digitals (i was the only one without a camera, boohoo) we decided to take photos all around red square since it was still early, the sun wasn't bent on burning all layers of our skin and there wasn't the usual weird tourist crowd yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NweMLYBLG04/TVoAildS15I/AAAAAAAAB_U/geOiIOrG3nc/s1600/182256_10150089223446773_567896772_6461013_1246483_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NweMLYBLG04/TVoAildS15I/AAAAAAAAB_U/geOiIOrG3nc/s320/182256_10150089223446773_567896772_6461013_1246483_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's wai yee, jo and me. i had no idea this windmill-y thing even existed. but it looks so pretty right? doesn't look local at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-neNdHWPdSqU/TVoAw0TO-wI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tTY9Wcjoqhs/s1600/181675_10150089223861773_567896772_6461025_2863901_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-neNdHWPdSqU/TVoAw0TO-wI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/tTY9Wcjoqhs/s320/181675_10150089223861773_567896772_6461025_2863901_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shot #1 in front of the victorian fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYkYS_pPQZI/TVoA81QUjeI/AAAAAAAAB_c/QNpf8up3tV8/s1600/180558_10150089223816773_567896772_6461023_6935898_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYkYS_pPQZI/TVoA81QUjeI/AAAAAAAAB_c/QNpf8up3tV8/s320/180558_10150089223816773_567896772_6461023_6935898_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shot #2 in front of the victorian fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GmVwd1HEptk/TVoBFP_hqKI/AAAAAAAAB_g/5GOzQ-8IsaE/s1600/168299_10150089223966773_567896772_6461028_6764295_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GmVwd1HEptk/TVoBFP_hqKI/AAAAAAAAB_g/5GOzQ-8IsaE/s320/168299_10150089223966773_567896772_6461028_6764295_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shot#3 in front of the victorian fountain. almost perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuJlGrsrNNs/TVoBNpEjeUI/AAAAAAAAB_k/WSdhfH6ovuc/s1600/180571_10150089223916773_567896772_6461027_4830934_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuJlGrsrNNs/TVoBNpEjeUI/AAAAAAAAB_k/WSdhfH6ovuc/s320/180571_10150089223916773_567896772_6461027_4830934_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shot#4 : perfect. yes, me and the bestie, we need like a million frames to get it right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX_mlrUaNnk/TVoBeI80nvI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ZMjnI2Gw9mc/s1600/180874_10150089230871773_567896772_6461190_167625_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX_mlrUaNnk/TVoBeI80nvI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ZMjnI2Gw9mc/s320/180874_10150089230871773_567896772_6461190_167625_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we walk walk walk (note the similar sling bags, she got it for me! :D) until we found another crb shop called hoe kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLq3OoBlMGw/TVoB6H7ExHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/1PmJrm_MCL8/s1600/181602_10150089227826773_567896772_6461117_5141580_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SLq3OoBlMGw/TVoB6H7ExHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/1PmJrm_MCL8/s320/181602_10150089227826773_567896772_6461117_5141580_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shot of the shop. didn't take a proper one, so i had to settle for this with the red lanterns everywhere and thomas sitting ever so thomas-ish at the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tRg1KJPpB8/TVoCQjmYdDI/AAAAAAAAB_w/jtvoLyVhQx0/s1600/182265_10150089228111773_567896772_6461124_2374387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tRg1KJPpB8/TVoCQjmYdDI/AAAAAAAAB_w/jtvoLyVhQx0/s320/182265_10150089228111773_567896772_6461124_2374387_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we wait and start to read the menu because we were there around 9.50 and the shop only buka pintu at 1030..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYKPUre5PD4/TVoCk7THRoI/AAAAAAAAB_0/tzqWwNhMQ4E/s1600/182863_10150089228411773_567896772_6461137_4617817_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYKPUre5PD4/TVoCk7THRoI/AAAAAAAAB_0/tzqWwNhMQ4E/s320/182863_10150089228411773_567896772_6461137_4617817_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and he takes this angry tired picture of me. note the eyebags, i was awake before 5 in the morning, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPT32mg6fFI/TVoC7fWtj_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/f-KiwueqIyk/s1600/168650_10150089229176773_567896772_6461158_659313_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPT32mg6fFI/TVoC7fWtj_I/AAAAAAAAB_4/f-KiwueqIyk/s320/168650_10150089229176773_567896772_6461158_659313_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;finally the doors open and we get our crbs after we order. yes they were scrumptious, maybe because i was sleepy and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pH2bSpuxWVQ/TVoDPuh9MzI/AAAAAAAACAA/yuEZwGefhyg/s1600/182840_10150089229776773_567896772_6461172_4328371_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pH2bSpuxWVQ/TVoDPuh9MzI/AAAAAAAACAA/yuEZwGefhyg/s320/182840_10150089229776773_567896772_6461172_4328371_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;jon had something else in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqgnyQIX650/TVoDJilRVaI/AAAAAAAAB_8/s1600/182840_10150089229776773_567896772_6461172_4328371_n.jpg" 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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moZBObNBizU/TVoDfLe5ARI/AAAAAAAACAE/skbn2jXyKtE/s1600/180679_10150089231411773_567896772_6461210_2161025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moZBObNBizU/TVoDfLe5ARI/AAAAAAAACAE/skbn2jXyKtE/s320/180679_10150089231411773_567896772_6461210_2161025_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;headed to jonker 88 for more food. wasn't hungry anymore so me and the boyf shared this durian cendol thing. not too bad, but they were stingy with the durian. &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed back to clean the apartment, napped and then went down for a swim but it started pouring so we couldn't play around much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zto2kmbfzlQ/TVoD6LN3mHI/AAAAAAAACAI/MJYgIPdP_fI/s1600/182200_10150089232816773_567896772_6461258_2690476_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zto2kmbfzlQ/TVoD6LN3mHI/AAAAAAAACAI/MJYgIPdP_fI/s320/182200_10150089232816773_567896772_6461258_2690476_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;entering the lift to go down down down and out to town for satay celup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1s6p7BfiQQ/TVoEikz6XcI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dhGRTcAiPic/s1600/182293_10150089234356773_567896772_6461296_1480188_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1s6p7BfiQQ/TVoEikz6XcI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dhGRTcAiPic/s320/182293_10150089234356773_567896772_6461296_1480188_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we waited for an hour to get in. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc6LXK1GoUs/TVoEsOMOJ0I/AAAAAAAACAU/JbteXjjBV0c/s1600/182723_10150089235221773_567896772_6461323_254932_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc6LXK1GoUs/TVoEsOMOJ0I/AAAAAAAACAU/JbteXjjBV0c/s320/182723_10150089235221773_567896772_6461323_254932_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and started taking a lot of silly pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Z1BuVv_b4/TVoFOMfCY4I/AAAAAAAACAY/YCG2QjgyyCA/s1600/180086_10150089245501773_567896772_6461517_296836_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Z1BuVv_b4/TVoFOMfCY4I/AAAAAAAACAY/YCG2QjgyyCA/s320/180086_10150089245501773_567896772_6461517_296836_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i look so sweaty and tired here. that's our satay celup tray! yes, those greens were eaten by me too, kangkung is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cXudISX9RU/TVoFf8myovI/AAAAAAAACAc/VSgKGNtI5dg/s1600/169076_10150089247836773_567896772_6461559_7448161_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cXudISX9RU/TVoFf8myovI/AAAAAAAACAc/VSgKGNtI5dg/s320/169076_10150089247836773_567896772_6461559_7448161_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after dinner we went back to red square for more photos. we're blur. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLkiomxcT08/TVoFn6w5HEI/AAAAAAAACAg/9TiRVv3MhcU/s1600/181953_10150089248731773_567896772_6461585_2353641_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yLkiomxcT08/TVoFn6w5HEI/AAAAAAAACAg/9TiRVv3MhcU/s320/181953_10150089248731773_567896772_6461585_2353641_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;take more photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kctF8waNQ0M/TVoFyLuwwdI/AAAAAAAACAk/sM9p8Fi8p0A/s1600/182802_10150089249036773_567896772_6461589_3653965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kctF8waNQ0M/TVoFyLuwwdI/AAAAAAAACAk/sM9p8Fi8p0A/s320/182802_10150089249036773_567896772_6461589_3653965_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;more photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiW-1CojQr8/TVoF4_PYsfI/AAAAAAAACAo/dUjJpF7my28/s1600/182648_10150089246796773_567896772_6461539_3381832_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiW-1CojQr8/TVoF4_PYsfI/AAAAAAAACAo/dUjJpF7my28/s320/182648_10150089246796773_567896772_6461539_3381832_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;more photos.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc1ZcsrvkBk/TVoF92MeanI/AAAAAAAACAs/qbeFZS27G9U/s1600/168778_10150089252086773_567896772_6461656_4523282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc1ZcsrvkBk/TVoF92MeanI/AAAAAAAACAs/qbeFZS27G9U/s320/168778_10150089252086773_567896772_6461656_4523282_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;went on the malacca river cruise. it was worth the 10 bucks we paid for the ticket. eventhough i was falling asleep half the time, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back and played some card games, watched half a movie and went to sleep. the pictureka card game is super adorable. iwantiwantiwant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ba6dYnJLLto/TVoGelpRTgI/AAAAAAAACAw/VMrvSqVKTU0/s1600/182868_10150089253506773_567896772_6461686_4474734_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ba6dYnJLLto/TVoGelpRTgI/AAAAAAAACAw/VMrvSqVKTU0/s320/182868_10150089253506773_567896772_6461686_4474734_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;had this for breakfast the next day. we actually went to the coffeeshop for their special roti bakar but on that day they didn't have the special bread so we had to settle for gardenia. whatthecrap. that's a bowl of the dry pan me by the way, was pretty good. and the giant prawn there was so delightfully fresh, i still can taste it with all the sauce and noodles. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the verdict? i'd give it an A-. if i wasn't so sleepy i'd give it and A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the break God. i had a good time with my boyfriend and friends.&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/2384402100978713937-8220469833313513463?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8220469833313513463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8220469833313513463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8220469833313513463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8220469833313513463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/02/cougcough.html' title='cougcough.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NweMLYBLG04/TVoAildS15I/AAAAAAAAB_U/geOiIOrG3nc/s72-c/182256_10150089223446773_567896772_6461013_1246483_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4561439618478961356</id><published>2011-02-06T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:15:13.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday tunes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I'll sail the world to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I'll be the light to guide you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Find out what we're made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I'll sing a song beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Everyday I will remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Find out what we're made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; You'll always have my shoulder when you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I'll never let go, never say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; You can count on me 'cause I can count on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love songs like these? it's another bruno mars track, heard it while shopping in kitschen last week. set out to download his album and found this song, looked up the lyrics while listening to it and i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great week everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malacca don't fail me please, i need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4561439618478961356?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4561439618478961356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4561439618478961356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4561439618478961356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4561439618478961356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-tunes.html' title='sunday tunes.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4407946107429136430</id><published>2011-02-05T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:28:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see red.</title><content type='html'>day 3 of cny and i am doing absolutely nothing at all. i'm a pj girl, so while the rest of the world (my world, which includes my dear friends) seems to be in different parts of the country, i'm here, being whisked here and there to have sumptuous dinners and boring myself to death. had big dinners two days in a row, which is totally uncalled for since i resolved to ab-fy myself by the time i go back to degree. haha. my exercise regime won't see past chinese new year, with all the delectable goodies sitting on the coffee table in the living room, crying out to me to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, even the retainers can't stop me. there's tissues on that same goodie laden table as well, so i can take them off and wrap them up and then pop 123456789 gummies and tarts and biscuits and what not in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i haven't had shandy yet. anglia here i come! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle's family came over yesterday with little hannabelle, my cousin's two year old girl. she is one adorable tot. whenever i smile at her she smiles shyly back. and she was in a little cheong sam too, she got pretty restless after awhile. i think she thinks i'm her mum's clone or something, because i kinda look like my cousin with the long-ish hair and same black rimmed glasses. we're kinda the same height too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before she left she gave me a nice warm hug, leaning on my shoulder and gave me a kiss on my cheek. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while the boyfriend is busy kuantan-ing around, i took time to read my rbs journal. today was the first day missions started, when cornwell began our work in seremban. it was CF and prayer meeting day today, and according to what i wrote, it all went well. reading what i wrote just brought back all the memories and i began to relive all those moments. brought a smile to my face. i miss cornwell and all our silly inside jokes. we weren't the powerhouse group, where everyone was some mega superstar leader or what, but we were one happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzRpfQmoMI/AAAAAAAAB-s/5c5H_ETY0sg/s1600/40528_415333387700_524997700_4781617_231881_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzRpfQmoMI/AAAAAAAAB-s/5c5H_ETY0sg/s320/40528_415333387700_524997700_4781617_231881_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's us practicing our "lost sheep" skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzRxyYVrOI/AAAAAAAAB-w/dvtYc9jcwlQ/s1600/27224_1321490390394_1024841194_968549_8313092_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzRxyYVrOI/AAAAAAAAB-w/dvtYc9jcwlQ/s320/27224_1321490390394_1024841194_968549_8313092_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in Seremban Gospel Centre before we left with Dennis and Joelyn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4407946107429136430?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4407946107429136430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4407946107429136430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4407946107429136430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4407946107429136430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-red.html' title='see red.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzRpfQmoMI/AAAAAAAAB-s/5c5H_ETY0sg/s72-c/40528_415333387700_524997700_4781617_231881_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-3860780192201887763</id><published>2011-02-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:17:02.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last day.</title><content type='html'>i'm done with my foundation year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as relieved as i thought i would be, but it's an achievement. imma kill everyone who thinks that media is easy compared to engineering and what not, communications is not THAT easy okay. we're not all ditzy idiots who can't think for ourselves. although there were a few blondes in our class, but that's so not in line with anything i want to say. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Media Appreciation paper was easy, thank you Mr Winston! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Psycho, in my opinion, was a huge last screw you note from you-know-who. i almost died when i saw the marks allocation for the last essay question. 20 marks for something i barely know because he's bad at lecturing? seriously? i finished it in an hour, tops, and zipped out because i couldn't stand staring at my horribly answered paper -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the photo session began. it lasted over an hour, until my face got so tired of grinning for the camera. of course, yours truly ain't a rich big black SLR welding kid, so i stuck with my sony cyber-shot DSC-T20 anti shake camera for these pictures. bear with me, the quality ain't all that good ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUj_7vukzGI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qYoD5NP9EXs/s1600/DSC05041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUj_7vukzGI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qYoD5NP9EXs/s320/DSC05041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is choong su wei. :) beats me why we took this pic in front of a no-smoking sign. -__- anyway, she was one of the nicest people in class to me, she helps me bully eric, hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkAM-Ns1lI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/n5Yz2fdTjRo/s1600/DSC05044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkAM-Ns1lI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/n5Yz2fdTjRo/s320/DSC05044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is jared lau :) he dresses better than me, every day. haha. and his hair is gila fierce :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkAdLyNUdI/AAAAAAAAB9c/xx0IMFTXn9o/s1600/DSC05070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkAdLyNUdI/AAAAAAAAB9c/xx0IMFTXn9o/s320/DSC05070.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is amanda liu ming yao :) the resident pretty model girl of FICM March intake. shesopretty! and smart too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkAxp90y4I/AAAAAAAAB9g/_cmuGVstrBU/s1600/DSC05064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkAxp90y4I/AAAAAAAAB9g/_cmuGVstrBU/s320/DSC05064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is beatrice tan su mei :) suwei's twin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkBAM9RsyI/AAAAAAAAB9k/JriwM-NUrjM/s1600/DSC05055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkBAM9RsyI/AAAAAAAAB9k/JriwM-NUrjM/s320/DSC05055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ah yannn! :) my precious research partner for ECS3, the reason i pushed myself so hard. she's so fun to talk to, and we laugh. at. everything.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkBNkba9TI/AAAAAAAAB9o/TBYNco659s0/s1600/DSC05062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkBNkba9TI/AAAAAAAAB9o/TBYNco659s0/s320/DSC05062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Wong Suit Li! :) such a cutie, even with chicken pox she looks preeeeeetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkBd7ZEZRI/AAAAAAAAB9s/BXaXKs5ZhiY/s1600/DSC05060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkBd7ZEZRI/AAAAAAAAB9s/BXaXKs5ZhiY/s320/DSC05060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dashy :) her laughter is SUPER contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkB5YstBDI/AAAAAAAAB94/J5bkSHcrT3Y/s320/DSC05063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rina Elaine Kaur :) she always says hi to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCCCmga6I/AAAAAAAAB98/w1CL32W-LkE/s1600/DSC05057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCCCmga6I/AAAAAAAAB98/w1CL32W-LkE/s320/DSC05057.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suvika :D my friend from day one, met her during orientation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCPbyE1XI/AAAAAAAAB-A/k1HxrlE02uU/s1600/DSC05067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCPbyE1XI/AAAAAAAAB-A/k1HxrlE02uU/s320/DSC05067.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Faiz Effendy :D i look a little weird here though, heh. he insisted we take the photo on our own because eric's hand blurred every shot he took. haha. happy guy who sits in front of me EVERY exam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCf4f0bVI/AAAAAAAAB-E/WX4liHffxKo/s1600/DSC05042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCf4f0bVI/AAAAAAAAB-E/WX4liHffxKo/s320/DSC05042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spellman Choy :) the middle one, jared decided to pop in. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCrLtnJCI/AAAAAAAAB-I/zYWAqxTAdwg/s1600/DSC05049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkCrLtnJCI/AAAAAAAAB-I/zYWAqxTAdwg/s320/DSC05049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;magdalene ho :) smart photographer girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkC3XJN06I/AAAAAAAAB-M/uA8qfd-atgI/s1600/DSC05048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkC3XJN06I/AAAAAAAAB-M/uA8qfd-atgI/s320/DSC05048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Benjamin Tong :D he wanted to strangle me or something in this picture. i will never forget what he said to me in sem 1, " WHAT? YOU HAVE A BLACBERRY BUT NO BBM? THIS IS SUCH A DISGRACE, GRACE!" hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkDKgnvgbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/InlOlLGGGeM/s1600/DSC05052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkDKgnvgbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/InlOlLGGGeM/s320/DSC05052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aster Tan Qiu Yu :D i cannot thank her enough for all her effort she puts into getting our videos done. such a sweetheart. gonna miss her when i go off to degree :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkDZwOp5gI/AAAAAAAAB-U/5rfcpO6P2qM/s1600/DSC05047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkDZwOp5gI/AAAAAAAAB-U/5rfcpO6P2qM/s320/DSC05047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eric Liung Shen Yu. :D what can i say? insane best friend who's almost like a little brother to me. Smurf village is all his fault. and yes, imma miss him when i go to degree too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkD72OTqXI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/5zeRcbwNdOE/s1600/DSC05046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkD72OTqXI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/5zeRcbwNdOE/s320/DSC05046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;random. i have no idea what happened in this picture. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkERojBUnI/AAAAAAAAB-c/M4HHjE3MKiQ/s1600/166346_10150099699109145_657754144_6172267_7227772_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkERojBUnI/AAAAAAAAB-c/M4HHjE3MKiQ/s320/166346_10150099699109145_657754144_6172267_7227772_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;class photo! stolen from aster's fb hehehehee. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkEhJzVzSI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Mq_f2oaBnQk/s1600/167779_493592279530_649614530_6154209_655787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkEhJzVzSI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Mq_f2oaBnQk/s320/167779_493592279530_649614530_6154209_655787_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;stole this from Eric's fb. heheehheee. i'm the one far right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long year, and it was hard, no doubt, but i'm gonna come out of it stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkE1capsOI/AAAAAAAAB-k/GPii5bmoYxM/s1600/DSC05074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUkE1capsOI/AAAAAAAAB-k/GPii5bmoYxM/s320/DSC05074.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;have a great CNY everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-3860780192201887763?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/3860780192201887763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=3860780192201887763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3860780192201887763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3860780192201887763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-day.html' title='the last day.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUj_7vukzGI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qYoD5NP9EXs/s72-c/DSC05041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6970735512957253953</id><published>2011-01-26T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:33:26.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost/.</title><content type='html'>if i haven't told you personally or i haven't seen you in college or you haven't read my tweets, then you would've known how horrible yesterday was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was, cruising along LDP and next thing i know, this red kenari is too close up in my windscreen and smash boom crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was involved in an accident, and needless to say, i was in tears and later a fine and demerit points were shoved into my face. its so unfair, this world. i may be a careful driver, but those behind me have other ideas. my vitz had to be just so damn solid to have no marks, so there was no proof i was hit from the back. so the whole accident became my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a year and a half left on my P license. it's only&amp;nbsp; matter of 2 more demerit points within this year before my license gets taken away. just imagine how much anger is boiling in my blood right now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so distracted i can't study for finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6970735512957253953?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6970735512957253953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6970735512957253953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6970735512957253953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6970735512957253953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/01/lost.html' title='lost/.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6417646857531067835</id><published>2011-01-23T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:47:47.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because this is the luv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTwwdgbGm_I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/A-4Aivu5Lqk/s1600/548698_283669_seating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTwwdgbGm_I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/A-4Aivu5Lqk/s320/548698_283669_seating.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i thought that RM115 was pretty alright for a ticket price until i saw the seating and started squawking like a dying duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a huge fan, so there's no way i'll end up in arena B unless i win tickets. i think it'll be a good show though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DILEMMA. TO GO OR NOT TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6417646857531067835?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6417646857531067835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6417646857531067835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6417646857531067835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6417646857531067835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-this-is-luv.html' title='because this is the luv.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTwwdgbGm_I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/A-4Aivu5Lqk/s72-c/548698_283669_seating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-7674416636548825450</id><published>2011-01-21T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:39:56.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>i am one fussy, easily annoyed and amused all at the same time vain pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read my RBS journal, and there was a post a few days back where i mentioned that i'm super fussy about the way i look. if i don't like the way my hair looked that day, there was no way i would get out of the house. like, ever. i already don't like my hair cos it's so thin and straggly. the only thing commendable about it is that it's straight and toned. i don't have jet black hair, mind you. plenty of people have asked me if i dyed my hair and they never believe my answer, which is always a "NO". so, i have NOT dyed my hair, never have and won't do so in the near furture. i like my hair colour. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also don't like getting things that other people already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may sound silly, but i got pretty bummed when i saw someone i knew with this pair of shoes i always wanted. i got me another leathery lace up boot anyway, courtesy of the boyfriend. i want a haircut right now, but i see so many people with my usual bangs and long layered hair that i refuse to have that hairstyle anymore. i cut my hair into a long bob after the crazy bob phase wore off so i wouldn't have the same hair as everyone else. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now someone i know has the nikon D3100, so i am not interested in it anymore. (sorry love!) imma get me a pentax for all i care, since pentax is rare nowadays. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i got a whiteberry because everyone had black. now that there's white for the new bolds, i don't like fiddling with my phone anymore.damn, i'm so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm easily satisfied, but i just am so darn fussy. i contradict myself all the time it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my favourite baskin robbins ice cream flavour today with the boyfriend. :) happy anniversary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTkp2t7QwuI/AAAAAAAAB9M/pUn8FO02Jrw/s1600/165223_468092702477_664932477_5720176_1589648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTkp2t7QwuI/AAAAAAAAB9M/pUn8FO02Jrw/s320/165223_468092702477_664932477_5720176_1589648_n.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;him and me,last few minutes at camp in 2010 (me in my pink hawaii print shorts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : my hair DOES look pretty brown here. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-7674416636548825450?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/7674416636548825450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=7674416636548825450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7674416636548825450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7674416636548825450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/01/21.html' title='21.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTkp2t7QwuI/AAAAAAAAB9M/pUn8FO02Jrw/s72-c/165223_468092702477_664932477_5720176_1589648_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4503957048155746743</id><published>2011-01-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:28:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bites.</title><content type='html'>i'm getting lazy to blog. reason number one being i'm so damn busy nowadays, reason number two being i'm just so lazy. went to levain boulangerie patiserrie in kl yesterday for our food docu, and i want to go there again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGrbKf-7rI/AAAAAAAAB8g/PF2dAkL9LXI/s1600/DSC05001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGrbKf-7rI/AAAAAAAAB8g/PF2dAkL9LXI/s320/DSC05001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's the building. and eric attempting to enter the shot. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGrmifmRCI/AAAAAAAAB8k/sdgsOKWP2fE/s1600/DSC05005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGrmifmRCI/AAAAAAAAB8k/sdgsOKWP2fE/s320/DSC05005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what you see when you enter. lovely right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtABGpb2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/88ZkAkPfm24/s1600/DSC05007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtABGpb2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/88ZkAkPfm24/s320/DSC05007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;their array of pastries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtMBomiPI/AAAAAAAAB8s/20Qdc5xqmUg/s1600/DSC05009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtMBomiPI/AAAAAAAAB8s/20Qdc5xqmUg/s320/DSC05009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;drinks menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtYB-1dyI/AAAAAAAAB8w/TiBnp8fx9A8/s1600/DSC05014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtYB-1dyI/AAAAAAAAB8w/TiBnp8fx9A8/s320/DSC05014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;food menu. not pricey at all, especially for the ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtfRurpeI/AAAAAAAAB80/uByBCID8j-o/s1600/DSC05013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtfRurpeI/AAAAAAAAB80/uByBCID8j-o/s320/DSC05013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtfRurpeI/AAAAAAAAB80/uByBCID8j-o/s1600/DSC05013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtm5yBs0I/AAAAAAAAB84/VSEZnckIv7c/s1600/DSC05018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGtm5yBs0I/AAAAAAAAB84/VSEZnckIv7c/s320/DSC05018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;some chocolate roll, french toast and olive and chicken crispy pizza. eric, eugene and i shared. oh, and those two jar thingies are honey. bought them for our mums :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGt2rdoZkI/AAAAAAAAB88/wrYaLhMFx1Q/s1600/DSC05025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGt2rdoZkI/AAAAAAAAB88/wrYaLhMFx1Q/s320/DSC05025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my seafood pasta. how much? 9.90. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGuAj3-d2I/AAAAAAAAB9A/9fAws5Lr6j8/s1600/DSC05028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGuAj3-d2I/AAAAAAAAB9A/9fAws5Lr6j8/s320/DSC05028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;macarooooooons babeyh! didn't know they were so crumbly. but they're so cute. so bright and colourful and expensive. blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGuPJhbKaI/AAAAAAAAB9E/AGTZj4iDKwI/s1600/DSC05034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGuPJhbKaI/AAAAAAAAB9E/AGTZj4iDKwI/s320/DSC05034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;group picture! I look horrible, but who cares. I had good food and good fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually got lost finding the place and then took two hours to return to campus. note to self, do not ever go to kl on a friday evening. ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to have cornwell reunion but it tak jadi. -____- i miss those people. sigh. oh well. had a super late ramly dinner courtesy of the boyfriend who ordered for me while i zoned out in the car. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGut3IJbQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Ckn1qjvv61A/s1600/DSC05038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGut3IJbQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/Ckn1qjvv61A/s320/DSC05038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's me and my half eaten ramly saying good night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4503957048155746743?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4503957048155746743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4503957048155746743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4503957048155746743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4503957048155746743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2011/01/bites.html' title='bites.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TTGrbKf-7rI/AAAAAAAAB8g/PF2dAkL9LXI/s72-c/DSC05001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6669469388648654745</id><published>2011-01-10T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:11:31.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentyeleven.</title><content type='html'>first post of 2011! i almost wrote 2010, bless my dear forgetful brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 2010 was too fast. everything just whizzed by and now i'm three weeks away from completing my third semester and i'm done with foundation! woohoo, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been driving to college too. happy happy happy. the only thing i regret about driving is that i can't have those morning talks with my dad anymore, i used to talk to him all the time on the way to college while he drove. oh well. i've got the rest of the day with him, so that's fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sleepy as a weepy drippy tippy. i have no idea what that meant, i just wanted to rhyme what i was saying. so tired at the moment, 8-5pm classes are a killer. especially when sp is in the fray, i tried to focus on the lecture but i couldn't. at least i tried. got back the results of two subs and i think i can say that i did pretty well, given that i was so busy with camp and christmas and what not. of course, all glory goes to God! i was literally grinning from ear to ear while saying a really happy thank you prayer, because i really felt so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, almost everyone has been fb-ing about how it has been a year since rbs. i read through my entire journal last week. okay, the plan was to actually read it daily, following the dates in there but i got so caught up in reading that i couldn't wait so i just sat down for almost and hour, just reading. it was so nice. so so so nice. reliving those days made me smile, mamee monster jokes with iishan, talking to rachel and timo, joking all over the place with my doodoll. mission trip. seremban awesome pawsome beef noodles. memories. great memories. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lance, the hero of the day, has asked for a dinner on friday. I.WANT.TO.GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want i want i want i want i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try my absolute hardest to make it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6669469388648654745?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6669469388648654745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6669469388648654745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6669469388648654745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me&lt;br /&gt;Watch as the storm goes through&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the days of doubt&lt;br /&gt;For when I think I’ve lost my way&lt;br /&gt;There are no words here left to say, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s more here than what were seeing&lt;br /&gt;A divine conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;That you, an angel lovely&lt;br /&gt;Could somehow fall for me&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always be love’s great martyr&lt;br /&gt;Ill be the flattered fool&lt;br /&gt;and I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/Dave%20Barnes.html" style="text-decoration: none;" title="Dave Barnes lyrics"&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the days of doubt&lt;br /&gt;For when I think I’ve lost my way&lt;br /&gt;There are no words here left to say, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own I’m only&lt;br /&gt;Half of what I could be&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do without you&lt;br /&gt;We are stitched together&lt;br /&gt;And what love has tethered&lt;br /&gt;I pray we  never undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the days of doubt&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you for the days of doubt&lt;br /&gt;For when I think I’ve lost my way&lt;br /&gt;There are no words here left to say, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;God gave me you, gave me you.&lt;br /&gt;Gave me you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8456287430605555138?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8456287430605555138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6624840376410543233</id><published>2010-12-28T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:55:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another year goes by.</title><content type='html'>three more days and i'll have that excruciating wait of ten months before i'm the exact same age as everyone else. it's been one heck of a train wreck this year. okay there were ups and also downs. let's count my blessings, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to RBS and got friends for life.&lt;br /&gt;got someone to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;got my better than expected SPM results.&lt;br /&gt;got a scholarship as a result of that, saved me daddy a whole lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;got my drivers license (after a tearful first because i refused to bribe).&lt;br /&gt;got a car.&lt;br /&gt;got my own laptop because my sister got a new one.&lt;br /&gt;got a fruit as a phone.&lt;br /&gt;got a fruit as a new gadget.&lt;br /&gt;made new friends in college.&lt;br /&gt;got a whole bunch of life's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;grown up a little bit (i'm still the baby in my family no matter what).&lt;br /&gt;got a christmas eve surprise, a first in my eighteen years. :')&lt;br /&gt;got to see paramore live before the farro brothers left.&lt;br /&gt;got to see jason derulo live and left smelling like an ash tray YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;got to plan in a camp that turned out pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;got to revamp my room a little with all that extra ikea stuff. yes, i'm an ikea freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened, i may not have listed everything up there, but i'm thankful for each one. having mixed feelings for next year. pretty excited to see what degree holds in store for me, but the thought of most of my close friends furthering their studies overseas just breaks my heart. oh well, they'll be back. and we'll all laugh at how silly we seemed, crying out eyes out at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been a complete joy, this year. but then again, this is life. just a thought that's been popping in my head ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"life is a bed of roses. sometimes you're up there, enjoying the scent and the sunshine. sometimes you fall through and get cut by the thorns on the way down. slowly, but surely, you will pick yourself up, brush off the dirt and learn to stand again. then maybe, just maybe, you'll smile at the warmth from the sun again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a little early, but happy new year. i posted this because i foresee a busy new year's eve and i won't be able to post a new year message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy new year everyone. make every second count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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B+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the long christmas day, the whole bunch of us randomly decided to watch tron in ou. so my sis and i booked twelve (yes, twelve) tickets for it. got there in a rush, it was full everywhere, basement, higher ground parking. so we parked in the open air parking space. it was a first for me, haha. brisk walked all the way there cos we were pretty late for the ticket collection and i was covered in a mini layer of perspiration, given the fact that i was in a red long sleeved top which was intended for cold weather. got the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into the ttdi gang from rbs minus alex, turned out we were watching the same movie at the same time! talk about coincidences. :) exchanged hugs and christmas greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie wasn't too bad, but it wasn't great either. storyline was completely flat, and miss rachel ho had already told me the ending so i knew what to expect anyway. disc wars, haha. pretty cool how they de-aged jeff bridges so he could play the younger version of himself. there was like zero romance and humour in the movie, so i guess thats why it pretty much flopped in the box office. it's usually the funny or action-romance stuff that gets all the hits. by the way, i've got two johnny depp movies to watch next year! rango and pirates of the caribbean : on stranger tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am a fan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had wor tip for dinner and i want more right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy boxing day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_477627000"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_477627001"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4750829559485960232?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4750829559485960232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4750829559485960232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4750829559485960232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4750829559485960232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/12/tron.html' title='tron.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRc8bMnzEjI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/uDabkKnQ7Uo/s72-c/tron-legacy-movie-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1064546399792472561</id><published>2010-12-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:48:46.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season to be rolly.</title><content type='html'>merry christmas everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes the year, one more week and it's 2011. will be having a break (study break actually) next week. camp was awesome awesome awesome even though i miserably missed the first day (due to classes, whoop dee doo) and only came up at night. it was funny, because my sense of direction saved us from making a long trip up and down, because Mr.Kwan who was taking me up almost overshot peace haven. i was literally in dreamland, stoning away. God suddenly opened my eyes and I suddenly spotted peace haven (which we were almost overshot-ing) and yelled to stop. so there we were, reversing on the steep road up. funny stuff actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good cold fun. speed bumps along the way were pretty nasty but we all came home alive and unscathed. sans the two boys who got a little pukey on the last day. thank you God for designing me to not have motion sickness. which means i can board a plane, ship and go up and down on all the winding roads in the world and not feel like someone just drained the life out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow managed to get all my christmas shopping done in a day, a week before christmas in fact. i was prepared for christmas, not entirely in the mood. when suddenly i received a call from rachel ho wye fern. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you come out now? we're outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she says we, it usually meant timo. and i had just woken up, it was half past 9, i had just washed up and haven't had anything to eat. what a nice surprise. i love surprises. especially when i've been so pressured in college and all i needed was a break. we had dim sum at hong kee (who said it WASN'T posh looking?) and then home for christmas present exchange :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a big big biggie white canvas bag from rachel and white ear rings (handmade! :D) from timo. white christmas, much? i was one happy girl. went off to tutti frutti and all i can say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NO LONGER A TUTTI FRUTTI VIRGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both de-virginised me after giving me the same horrified expressions i get when i say i've never had that amazing wonder of frozen yoghurt that is, in fact, something sounding as cheesy as tutti frutti. (someone care to explain what tutti means?) off we went to tropicana city mall, just because it's so near my place and the parking is cheap and there's tutti frutti there. had my first taste of a blend of chocolate and strawberry banana topped with chocolate chips and oreo. yummy stuff. it was RM8.50, not too bad because we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW9RvE4wUI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/JSMjJP59OBQ/s1600/68123_469235952477_664932477_5737812_7518750_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW9tB9hKgI/AAAAAAAAB8U/QhpADXs3rxw/s1600/33830_483414728892_653448892_5990043_4505180_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW9tB9hKgI/AAAAAAAAB8U/QhpADXs3rxw/s320/33830_483414728892_653448892_5990043_4505180_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun. God really knows what I need. thank you GOD for such lovely friends! and a boyfriend who was willing to lie so i could be happy. love love love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was done, set off to the salon. had my hair curled actually, but it died after less than an hour. either my hair is so stubborn it won't curl or the shampoo girl just didn't do it right. so epic fail la, waste of money -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to church a minute to six for christmas service and to my horror, we did sing a song before dinner (worship and message was AFTER dinner) and i wasn't even dressed up yet. so there i stood in my overly oversized brown RBS shirt with slacks and no shoes. oh boy, what kind of impression did people create of me? yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worship finally began, happy to see familiar faces from camp too! i enjoyed myself that night. not entirely though. boyfriend bought me the to die for lace up ankle boots and i happily pulled them on, laced them up and zipped the heel. little did i know the torture i was about to go through. i somehow, in my glee, forgot i would be standing for an hour plus because i was going to be on stage backing up vocals for isaac. the shoes were at least three inches and the base wasn't cushiony so my feet died a slow painful pressurised death.after awhile it kept cramping and uncramping so much i wanted to just keel over and die. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt, beauty is always painful. to wear the pretty shoes is equivalent to pretty pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, this was on year ago :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8Ps1qK7I/AAAAAAAAB78/XyX-qT60V0U/s1600/17242_399156120211_593170211_10662158_5820349_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8Ps1qK7I/AAAAAAAAB78/XyX-qT60V0U/s320/17242_399156120211_593170211_10662158_5820349_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and this is today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8W0DJ11I/AAAAAAAAB8A/hgJ2QaRf_5g/s1600/165616_469235887477_664932477_5737811_4472981_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8W0DJ11I/AAAAAAAAB8A/hgJ2QaRf_5g/s320/165616_469235887477_664932477_5737811_4472981_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh how we have grown. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8g-4ln9I/AAAAAAAAB8E/2kDTsV_Dz1s/s1600/165086_469236352477_664932477_5737817_5821597_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8g-4ln9I/AAAAAAAAB8E/2kDTsV_Dz1s/s320/165086_469236352477_664932477_5737817_5821597_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the girls in our bible study class and mun keat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8xY00fyI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wqeHCjdol_o/s1600/65435_469236002477_664932477_5737814_3793044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW8xY00fyI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wqeHCjdol_o/s320/65435_469236002477_664932477_5737814_3793044_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;class photo of 2010. see my pretty pretty shoes? okay they're pretty small in this picture, will post a clearer picture when i have the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW9RvE4wUI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/JSMjJP59OBQ/s1600/68123_469235952477_664932477_5737812_7518750_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW9RvE4wUI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/JSMjJP59OBQ/s320/68123_469235952477_664932477_5737812_7518750_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i look so pudgy here. mmmmmm boyfriend didn't bring camera to take nicer picture. heh. love you anyway mars bar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-1064546399792472561?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/1064546399792472561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=1064546399792472561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1064546399792472561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1064546399792472561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-be-rolly.html' title='tis the season to be rolly.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TRW9tB9hKgI/AAAAAAAAB8U/QhpADXs3rxw/s72-c/33830_483414728892_653448892_5990043_4505180_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2620149304787296785</id><published>2010-12-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:24:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wha?</title><content type='html'>been having a grand total of two rough weeks since college started. found out about my horrid schedule and everything went downhill from there. assignments after assignments came piling up and so far i have completed two out of what, eight? i think that's the total, not too sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found out from my sis that zac and josh farro had left paramore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought it was some cruel joke my sister decided to play on me since i had just woken up from my nap, and since she always plays tricks on me, i thought it was one of her silly jokes. not until i saw the official website and read the announcement from the rest of the band. it still hasn't really sunk in yet, still pretty much in shock. it's like the backbone of paramore just disappeared. josh, the main songwriter, and zac the beat giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TQ4G-WsSanI/AAAAAAAAB74/xgyCV0OkWEA/s1600/orig-8314471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TQ4G-WsSanI/AAAAAAAAB74/xgyCV0OkWEA/s320/orig-8314471.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;now they're like this photo minus the two guys on the right. not a pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good news, not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, it's camp tomorrow! hopefully my proposal has no mistakes so i can enjoy inTransit properly. been two years since our last camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is in 6 days people. get in the mood! don't think i will though, will need some sort of miracle to put that smile back on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz navidad. 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title='wha?'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TQ4G-WsSanI/AAAAAAAAB74/xgyCV0OkWEA/s72-c/orig-8314471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-5744821811677864362</id><published>2010-12-04T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:53:13.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>due.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TPn4ZbBTkiI/AAAAAAAAB70/QqSRsSvDpJQ/s1600/due_date_movie_poster_banner_miles_to_go_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TPn4ZbBTkiI/AAAAAAAAB70/QqSRsSvDpJQ/s320/due_date_movie_poster_banner_miles_to_go_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;robert downey jr is one heck of a funny dude. won't mind watching this all over again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely nothing to blog about, just decided to have something up before my third sem starts on monday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like a husky, thank you very much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-5744821811677864362?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/5744821811677864362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-3155445591842868454</id><published>2010-12-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:22:58.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>air.</title><content type='html'>it's wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what that means, i just know that there's a hawaii five-o repeat at 9 that i want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also means that today is movie/baskin robbins day. and i only conquered the previous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with the boyfriend today to shop around, had my usual grilled dory fish at 6-10 grill while he had the nasi lemak. they had "huge" (note the punctation marks) portions and the fish (according to him) was over grilled. wonderful, much? i still like the lemon butter gravy though. nothing like a smeltering buttery sauce with that zest to keep my tummy happy. i suddenly realised that i said buttery, which equals to fattening. there goes my quest for abs with all the stomach stuff i've been doing. yeeeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i didn't eat the fries. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the curve and i parked with a tiny bit of difficulty (because i apparently have &lt;i&gt;senget&lt;/i&gt; eyes) and wandered around the affordable daiso shop for some stuff. and yes, i insisted on going to the pet shop just because puppies make me happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the golden retriever puppies rolling around did make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided on a movie. me, being the kid i am wanted to watch rapunzel (BECAUSE the social network and due date are only out TOMORROW) but the timing was out. boyfriend asked what was "the next three days" and i said okay, so into the cinema we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TPY8zYpPgeI/AAAAAAAAB7w/LxzpvobSp4w/s1600/1the-next-three-days-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TPY8zYpPgeI/AAAAAAAAB7w/LxzpvobSp4w/s320/1the-next-three-days-movie-poster.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;one of the very few times that i watched a movie without having done some sort of reading up on, i usually have three quarters of the plot in my head pre-movie cos i somehow manage to stumble upon their reviews. all i knew about this movie was about some guy planning to break his wife out of jail because she was accused of murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i wasn't disappointed when it ended, but i did go "what kind of ending is that?" because i thought there would be more elaboration put into it. it was an action movie with genius thrown in there somewhere. was a little draggy in some parts but it made me want to know what happened, how, why, when, where. so i guess i can say it was a good movie. i think it might be the first time i watched a russell crowe movie. shoot me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great happy day. thanks love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-3155445591842868454?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/3155445591842868454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=3155445591842868454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3155445591842868454'/><link 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sem break has ended, with a bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with rachel and timo today, last time we did was erm, wait i don't remember anymore, i think it was when fish&amp;amp;co just raised their prices by 2 bucks on our favourite fish and chip dishes (grrrr). so off we were to ou once again for our fishy fix and with our three brains combined, we never thought of the possibility of a very full mall. it was packed like crazy, there was a queue just to get in, imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little incident in the parking lot, but waheyy we are good people! so off we went to centrepoint and it wa sparking heaven. took less than 5 minutes to locate a parking spot (which looked like a loading bay, cute concept) and then huddled into the building. it's been awhile since i've been there voluntarily because it just seems really dead to me, like amcorp mall but slightly, just a tiny bit better.had lunch at a quaint joint called kitchen creatures, it has no tax at all that place. haven for hungry stomachs and shallow wallets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ice cream at baskin robbins! i finally found a flavour to savour without feeling too guilty, it's called quarterback crunch! it's a caramel ice cream with rice crispies. i love caramel. i love rice crispies. and it wasn't overly sweet, so it made me happy. although i can't say the same for the cashier, i think she got up on the wrong side of the bed today or something, she seemed annoyed when we started trying the flavours. oh well :) the ice cream was a bit melty though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandered around for awhile, stopped at mosaic and then decided to go on a little road trip to see very the huge houses. i love road trips with my favourite people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohed and aahed at the humongous, larger than life houses or should i say mansions/castles. we need to save up to live there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that and talked with rachel some more before her dad came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice day :) such a breath of fresh air to be with people that allow me to be myself around with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, a way overdue day out with tan tze yang. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-76416028359505974?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/76416028359505974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=76416028359505974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/76416028359505974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TOp17RtGAQI/AAAAAAAAB7s/4m3dnOCJzgw/s320/nonsense.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;little girl figure on the left depicts me when i'm having a good day and the one on the right is when i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example of a good day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up feeling well rested, i get downstairs to see my fluff muffin looking cute and fluffy, the newspaper is here, my hair isn't sticking up everywhere, i look in the mirror and feel like i have something to look forward to, i find a pair of shoes that are on discount which i really like, i get a million billion babillion dollars suddenly deposited into my account and someone gives me a mini cooper with a pair of really neat shades in the glove box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example of a bad day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up with a headache or the need to rush somewhere, i don't see my fluff muffin anywhere, newspaper died, my hair looks stringy or like it got cooked in a pan or something, i look in the mirror and wonder whattheheck am i supposed to do today, i find out that someone else is somehow getting all the shoes i want and i'm not, i pick up my purse and find a grand total of zero notes in there with the exception of some one ringgit coin which isn't even valuable anymore and i find tiny scratches all over my baby vitz with an exceptionally sticky steering after the tint job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i felt like exhibit B today (which refers to stringy cream puff girl on the right). i just took the liberty of drawing myself in a white shirt and blue pants and then sprinkling some blue fairy dust looking spray on the white shirt just because-- white and blue are my favourite colours. nothing in the world will stop me from buying white things. my sis says i'm racist, i beg to differ. i just like clean, pure looking things. human beings do not apply, i'm just talking about material factory made stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my girl drawing expertise taught me a very valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall never ever dabble in design pertaining to drawing with a computer, because then nobody will ever look at my pictures and i'll go bankrupt even before you can say marshmallow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8995319451953717421?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8995319451953717421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8995319451953717421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8995319451953717421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8995319451953717421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/11/plans.html' title='plans.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TOp17RtGAQI/AAAAAAAAB7s/4m3dnOCJzgw/s72-c/nonsense.jpg' height='72' 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foundation year. everything is going by so fast, i have no idea what i'm supposed to be doing anymore. like right now i should be delving into MMH but i keep deviating. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TOEwlhnuTDI/AAAAAAAAB7k/9VWN3rOvEfo/s1600/grace057-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TOEwlhnuTDI/AAAAAAAAB7k/9VWN3rOvEfo/s320/grace057-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sports day 09'. the year i retired from francis was the year they got the gold for marching, was happy nonetheless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those shades were meant for the mascot, i could see nothing with all that glitter. wonder how she walked. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone were the days where i can do this and be considered a kiddo ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TOExVlMKOwI/AAAAAAAAB7o/7fpSBsjOwtk/s1600/DSC06701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TOExVlMKOwI/AAAAAAAAB7o/7fpSBsjOwtk/s320/DSC06701.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at the chocolate factory with a fellow cow. ironic that my campus is full of cows now. heh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think this post even has a point, i just like looking at old pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wondering why i looked older then compared to now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying about media laws!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-3816306929084065480?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/3816306929084065480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=3816306929084065480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3816306929084065480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3816306929084065480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/11/crazy-gnarls-barkley.html' title='crazy - gnarls barkley'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TOEwBbnBfrI/AAAAAAAAB7g/vVyCQDm0atQ/s72-c/DSC03573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-7694707721701692623</id><published>2010-11-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:26:38.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby you're a firework.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel &lt;br /&gt;Like a plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through the wind&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel &lt;br /&gt;Feel so paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Like a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;One blow from caving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel&lt;br /&gt;Already buried deep&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under&lt;br /&gt;Screams but no one&lt;br /&gt;Seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there’s&lt;br /&gt;Still a chance for you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there’s a spark&lt;br /&gt;In you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite&lt;br /&gt;The light&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause baby you’re a&lt;br /&gt;Firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show ‘em&lt;br /&gt;What you’re worth&lt;br /&gt;Make ‘em go&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the&lt;br /&gt;Sky &lt;br /&gt;Baby you’re a &lt;br /&gt;Firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your&lt;br /&gt;Colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make ‘em go&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Them all in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like a wasted space&lt;br /&gt;You’re original&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds&lt;br /&gt;After a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a reason why&lt;br /&gt;All the doors are closed&lt;br /&gt;So you could open one&lt;br /&gt;That leads you to&lt;br /&gt;The perfect road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightning bolt&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will glow&lt;br /&gt;And when it’s time&lt;br /&gt;You’ll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite&lt;br /&gt;The light and let &lt;br /&gt;It shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause baby you’re a&lt;br /&gt;Firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show ‘em&lt;br /&gt;What you’re worth&lt;br /&gt;Make ‘em go&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the&lt;br /&gt;Sky &lt;br /&gt;Baby you’re a &lt;br /&gt;Firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your&lt;br /&gt;Colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make ‘em go&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Them all in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the&lt;br /&gt;Moon Moon Moon&lt;br /&gt;It’s always been inside of&lt;br /&gt;You You You&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s time to&lt;br /&gt;Let it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause baby you’re a&lt;br /&gt;Firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show ‘em&lt;br /&gt;What you’re worth&lt;br /&gt;Make ‘em go&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the&lt;br /&gt;Sky &lt;br /&gt;Baby you’re a &lt;br /&gt;Firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your&lt;br /&gt;Colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make ‘em go&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Them all in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-7694707721701692623?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/7694707721701692623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=7694707721701692623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7694707721701692623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7694707721701692623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-youre-firework.html' title='baby you&apos;re a firework.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8262456769374364319</id><published>2010-11-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:51:39.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boom boom boom.</title><content type='html'>excel practical tomorrow, God please help me to remember my titles, axis and legends or its a zero for me and i will CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study break so far? speechless. not in a good way or a bad one, just don't have words to describe the boredom and anxiety pumping up my brain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and team jumba is out of the amazing race. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNgN4RDbTMI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/SAYm4OBbQOM/s1600/KevJumba-Amazing-Race-01-2010-10-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNgN4RDbTMI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/SAYm4OBbQOM/s320/KevJumba-Amazing-Race-01-2010-10-03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kevin and dad michael in ghana, my favourite episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNgOH67tfiI/AAAAAAAAB7c/vlLRCKl7RM0/s1600/5032198849_b4382bf876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNgOH67tfiI/AAAAAAAAB7c/vlLRCKl7RM0/s320/5032198849_b4382bf876.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;how many of you would say that to your dad even if his lack of strength meant the end of the race for your team? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one less show to watch now though, only watched the US one because of their team. they were the nicest and most entertaining, what can i say? oh and they're asian. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to revision!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8262456769374364319?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8262456769374364319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-5313278947261852452</id><published>2010-11-06T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:41:14.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughs.</title><content type='html'>this nonsense just made my day. look out for the middle part where they rock out to justin bieber's "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FA32GuuXXIk?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/FA32GuuXXIk?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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1451523374184630308</id><published>2010-11-05T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:14:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn it off.</title><content type='html'>I'd rather ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to a jazz bar and laugh over silly stuff with friends than go to a boom boom boom place with dizzying lights which also happen to be full of gropers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit on the front step of my gate and watch lassie fall asleep than study moral,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spray kieran with some fruity spray than come out smelling like some weird air freshener which died in there way over its due date,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study for econs than film for another assignment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the amazing race over and over again than clean my room all over again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correct people's speech mistakes than read books that make no sense to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a picnic than go for a movie marathon because you have proper conversations instead of raising your eye power and coming out of it all dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bungee jump a million times than wear braces all over again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing than act, because if you go off key due to loud music its fine, pained expressions on a huge screen is just so embarrassing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall asleep on a bed of white roses than red ones just because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear a simple pair of shorts than a bubble skirt cos it just looks really ugly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prod my ipod the whole day than go for classes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have chewy cookies compared to gelato because chocolate chips just feel less sinful than a super sweet ice cream cone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk around the entire mall and not buy a thing than buy something i won't wear at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splurge on a lace up ankle boot than a ridiculously expensive top from ridiculously expensive shops because heels make me happier than tops that will wear off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the quiet one in class than get into trouble because of jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug lassie when she's wet than get a sunburn cos i never seem to be able to tan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair short than dye it blonde because i think blonde asians look like bananas with wigs, ( okay maybe not all, some people manage to pull them off. but some look plain plastic, which looks cheap. like bananas with wigs. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have five minutes of fame than be infamous for something stupid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat bread with herbs and garlic butter with the boyfriend instead of going to a fine dining restaurant because i am the least graceful person in the world and could possibly get kicked out for banging into tables or clinging my cutlery too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paint than draw because i don't picture things with lines, i see them in colour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thread my eyebrows than do my english textbook because its just as painful as the threading process, it never seems to end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work at home than have a cubicle in an office, not that i'm claustrophobic, i just can't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a lazy friday afternoon and i feel a nap coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy deepavali everyone, save some muruku for me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-1451523374184630308?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-7322557840713868916</id><published>2010-11-03T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:01:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hachi.</title><content type='html'>it's the second last month of the year and i just spend the past 90 minutes crying my eyes out. all because of this little fella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNF26fcbb5I/AAAAAAAAB7I/12TtdZ5wzqo/s1600/hachiko-akita-dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNF26fcbb5I/AAAAAAAAB7I/12TtdZ5wzqo/s320/hachiko-akita-dog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this little akita dog named hachiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the movie and i dare say, it's a lot better than marley and me. no offence to josh grogan, i loved his book, but the movie wasn't up to par. the story about hachiko was more heart wrenching, loyalty and patience being its main theme. this little doggy was a great fluffball. and i spent half the movie wanting to kidnap the fluffball and hug it to sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNF3p8S8eJI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/EIjDIKG2qFg/s1600/12465_202788984885_125700724885_2813278_8229059_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNF3p8S8eJI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/EIjDIKG2qFg/s320/12465_202788984885_125700724885_2813278_8229059_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;richard gere with the puppy. even he admitted to crying like a baby after reading the script. who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNF3z2qsZeI/AAAAAAAAB7U/7b684ppquEA/s1600/576px-Hachiko-hakusei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TNF3z2qsZeI/AAAAAAAAB7U/7b684ppquEA/s320/576px-Hachiko-hakusei.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hachi's fluffy remains in the national science museum in tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which now brings me to a new thought. i suddenly want an akita dog. heh. unfortunately, it's not available here in my beloved country, so i'll just have to dream about one falling into my lap. they remind me of huskies, which is my all time favourite dog breed (besides the collies). must find one. number 1 on my bucket list. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for animal movies and i cry at almost every sad puppydog eye scene. can't bear to see those creatures looking all miserable now, can we? i'll have to bring a whole box of tissues if i were in the cinema. and pop out looking like someone just died, at the looks of my swollen eyes. they have transformed to average sized chinese eyes to really tiny blinded chinese eyes. and i look like rudolph too. rudolph the chinese crier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals are in less than two weeks. so is the deadline for another filming project. if i have to do even ONE more, i'll kill. or die. either way, it won't be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to hit some notes to feel smart. go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-7322557840713868916?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the main message was to NOT procrastinate, but i don't think it's working. mm, nope not working. got at least 3 assignments due in a week and none of them have even seen the light of the day. they're all group stuff though. vids again, no ideas though. brain refusing to function these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still hungover from paramore. fell in love with the acoustic cover they did on "never let this go". good stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Maybe if my heart stops beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; It won't hurt this much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; And never will I have to answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; Again to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; Please don't get me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; Because I'll never let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; I don't want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; One day you'll get sick of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; saying that everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; And by then I'm sure I'll be pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; Just like I am tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; Please don't get me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; Because I'll never let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; I don't want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; Let this go, let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; But I'll never let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; I don't want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; And I'll never let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; I can't find the words to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; That now I feel like I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #073763;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;doesn't relate to me but it's a good song. from their very first album-all we know is falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder when i'll snap out of this paramore brainwashed thing. if it's a never, i'm fine with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm here for YOU.&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/2384402100978713937-8686224467879286134?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8686224467879286134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8686224467879286134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8686224467879286134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8686224467879286134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-i-have-minion-drawn-on-me-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TMLptb6js-I/AAAAAAAAB7E/L7Y-9AaS_Ek/s72-c/DSC04740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8559392839387553222</id><published>2010-10-21T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:31:46.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paramore pictures!</title><content type='html'>okay so here are little sneek peeks of what happened yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8VW2LIrjI/AAAAAAAAB6M/aEKa5mzgovc/s1600/71532_442677759106_719629106_5252196_5514563_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8VW2LIrjI/AAAAAAAAB6M/aEKa5mzgovc/s320/71532_442677759106_719629106_5252196_5514563_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;rachel and I outside the stadium, customary pre-concert photo. before we get all sweaty and stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8VlE75IcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/UhjVMrya7vU/s1600/73229_442677624106_719629106_5252193_8266465_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8VlE75IcI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/UhjVMrya7vU/s320/73229_442677624106_719629106_5252193_8266465_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;boyf and I. we were both in brown, it was not planned. GMTA. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8VyAVbFFI/AAAAAAAAB6U/8KZjHWy3nFc/s1600/66349_442742954106_719629106_5252920_2657864_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8VyAVbFFI/AAAAAAAAB6U/8KZjHWy3nFc/s320/66349_442742954106_719629106_5252920_2657864_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the crazy crowd by about 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8V5wfuVOI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/PHVWeYIRAiE/s1600/66202_442678229106_719629106_5252203_1411510_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8V5wfuVOI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/PHVWeYIRAiE/s320/66202_442678229106_719629106_5252203_1411510_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and me giving the "what-is-going-on-let-us-in-now" look. i could NOT breathe people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8W2u7m78I/AAAAAAAAB6k/wnTKJJDQOso/s1600/66972_442742889106_719629106_5252918_783421_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8W2u7m78I/AAAAAAAAB6k/wnTKJJDQOso/s320/66972_442742889106_719629106_5252918_783421_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;finally entered the stadium. Rachel could not contain her joy whilst i busied myself with the can of 100 plus and my sis replenished her lost liquids. found this pic highly entertaining. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8Wwrdx-BI/AAAAAAAAB6g/9yO-FY3ss0E/s1600/73632_442743694106_719629106_5252934_3947554_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8Wwrdx-BI/AAAAAAAAB6g/9yO-FY3ss0E/s320/73632_442743694106_719629106_5252934_3947554_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;rachel and I again. with my overly messy tied up sweaty hair. yuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8XVulIFBI/AAAAAAAAB6o/obHq6-NuL1M/s1600/66578_442743674106_719629106_5252933_5114624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8XVulIFBI/AAAAAAAAB6o/obHq6-NuL1M/s320/66578_442743674106_719629106_5252933_5114624_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;boyf and I, pic taken before the seats filled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8XzKUpFJI/AAAAAAAAB6s/7PQfOhvayTA/s1600/69069_442743414106_719629106_5252929_5873102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8XzKUpFJI/AAAAAAAAB6s/7PQfOhvayTA/s320/69069_442743414106_719629106_5252929_5873102_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the rockzone before everything began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8YA0bxOOI/AAAAAAAAB6w/cRJxR8ZZ0Vs/s1600/69354_442743944106_719629106_5252939_6268141_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8YA0bxOOI/AAAAAAAAB6w/cRJxR8ZZ0Vs/s320/69354_442743944106_719629106_5252939_6268141_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay this is blur, but it's not that hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8YLS-Il-I/AAAAAAAAB60/s9c4ruZU2io/s1600/34420_442745184106_719629106_5252951_7289600_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8YLS-Il-I/AAAAAAAAB60/s9c4ruZU2io/s320/34420_442745184106_719629106_5252951_7289600_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;paramore rocking it out. notice that josh is standing still, zac's arms are, erm, waving around, jeremy is hopping around, taylor riffing and hayley headbanging away. i liked her outfit. simple tee with musical notes (i think), short pleated skirt, stockings and boots. something i was actually planning to wear, minus the boots. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8YzrU0MxI/AAAAAAAAB64/AH0YwcqsCBc/s1600/72722_442746564106_719629106_5252963_6561979_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8YzrU0MxI/AAAAAAAAB64/AH0YwcqsCBc/s320/72722_442746564106_719629106_5252963_6561979_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sis and mabel after THE show. sweaty, much? happy faces though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8Y9Z0DTtI/AAAAAAAAB68/JGbBWo8tSo8/s1600/69122_442746584106_719629106_5252964_5395429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8Y9Z0DTtI/AAAAAAAAB68/JGbBWo8tSo8/s320/69122_442746584106_719629106_5252964_5395429_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;boyf, me and rachel. happy happy happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8ZGtpLEQI/AAAAAAAAB7A/veFqFOFWfgY/s1600/69843_442746739106_719629106_5252966_5025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8ZGtpLEQI/AAAAAAAAB7A/veFqFOFWfgY/s320/69843_442746739106_719629106_5252966_5025_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;us. don't we look like a band too? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said this a million times and i'll say it again. I'M GETTING THE HIGHER PRICED TICKETS NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8559392839387553222?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8559392839387553222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8559392839387553222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8559392839387553222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8559392839387553222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/10/paramore-pictures.html' title='paramore pictures!'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TL8VW2LIrjI/AAAAAAAAB6M/aEKa5mzgovc/s72-c/71532_442677759106_719629106_5252196_5514563_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4453635413812223488</id><published>2010-10-20T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:50:35.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa.</title><content type='html'>i never meant to brag! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert last night was better than most of the gigs i've been to. actually i think it would've have been the BEST if we were actually closer to the stage. the sound didn't really reach that high up to where i was standing. I don't care, the next time they come i'm getting the expensive ones. yes, they were that good. lived up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was so loud i couldn't hear her voice clearly. and there was this guy professing his love for hayley williams the whole night. "i love you hayleeeey!" "i nak couple dengan you hayleeey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to turn around and ask him to shut up or i'll throw him over the bar. he yelled so much i missed most of what she was saying. sheeeeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there with a little entourage. boyf, sis, mabel, rachel. i love going to gigs with friends and loved ones, makes it all the more funner. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening band was so, erm, never mind. didn't bother to video them at all, just sat down yelling for them to finish. i'm really kiasu at concerts okay, we were there pretty early and then when some guys came to fix the gate, everyone zoomed forward and we were stuck like sardines for an hour. got squashed until it got hard to breathe. when we finally got in, i surprised myself by running all the way to the seats. suddenly someone who couldn't breathe decided to sprint. the wonders of adrenaline, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they began with this huge cloth thingie covering the front of the stage, driving the whole crowd wild with anticipation. after about a minute or so, the cloth dropped and voila, the entire stadium erupted. took me some time to figure out it was ignorance, my overly adrenalined brain couldn't focus. it was awesommmeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance&lt;br /&gt;feeling sorry&lt;br /&gt;that's what you get&lt;br /&gt;playing god&lt;br /&gt;looking up &lt;br /&gt;for a pessimist i'm pretty optimistic&lt;br /&gt;careful &lt;br /&gt;never let this go&lt;br /&gt;when it rains&lt;br /&gt;misguided ghosts&lt;br /&gt;emergency&lt;br /&gt;brick by boring brick&lt;br /&gt;where the lines overlap &lt;br /&gt;pressure&lt;br /&gt;crushcrushcrush&lt;br /&gt;the only exception&lt;br /&gt;misery business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs aren't in particular order cos i can't remember the sequence. they had those pretty pretty pyrotechnics that exploded during "the only exception", everyone went crazy, i went wow. such a nice sight. they ended with misery business, where some dude was picked to go on stage. he sang the wrong thing. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got really peeved when hayley's mic died during misguided ghosts and she had to walk off stage. right after she explained it was their favourite song to play and it meant a lot to them. way to go, mic people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ended with confetti and the not so pleasant opening act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramore please come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4453635413812223488?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4453635413812223488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8067591496746257944</id><published>2010-10-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:39:39.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleak.</title><content type='html'>Some things we don't talk about&lt;br /&gt;better do without&lt;br /&gt;just hold a smile&lt;br /&gt;we're falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;the same damn problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together all the while&lt;br /&gt;you can never say never&lt;br /&gt;why we don't know when&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;younger now then we were before&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;and coming together again and again&lt;br /&gt;we're coming apart&lt;br /&gt;but we pull it together&lt;br /&gt;pull it together, together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go, &lt;br /&gt;don't let me go,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8067591496746257944?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8067591496746257944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8067591496746257944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8067591496746257944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLhO-MSLRyI/AAAAAAAAB6I/2sylYCG8c9w/s320/37174_441571406772_567896772_5485983_4663427_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;don't remember if that was taken by me or the boyf, but i like it. taken @the baker in sunway giza. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first friday in weeks, i'm not busy with work, assignments, deadlines, videos, whatever whatever. managed to sleep for a good 40 minutes after classes earlier after my few mocha frap sips :p then me, my dad and sis cooked up some simple pasta. spiral pasta with tomato sauce and tuna and green peas. turned out pretty good. although there was quite a bit of screaming involved about the water boiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quote my sis, this is what happens when mum (THE ONLY COOK IN THE HOUSE) is away for three days. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to make the most of my weekend before it's back to stress time again, which should be soon, and then it'll be paramore time, which i'm excited for. not exactly a huuuge fan but i like their music. going with a mini entourage, biggest concert group yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of news just kinda sorta made me excited, hopefully everything goes well with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend everyone!&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/2384402100978713937-8471797364029524190?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8471797364029524190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8471797364029524190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6012556672831403716</id><published>2010-10-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:49:13.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is like a box of chocolates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLb5XlOrt5I/AAAAAAAAB5E/SJ6QxfujYM4/s1600/DSC04785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLb5XlOrt5I/AAAAAAAAB5E/SJ6QxfujYM4/s320/DSC04785.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shot taken at bubba gump on my kinda sorta big day :D i like it. forrest gump, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLb8O-NbLWI/AAAAAAAAB5c/GGGjTb6g0qg/s1600/DSC04779.JPG" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLb6Iw5tomI/AAAAAAAAB5I/o9mOh_84m8s/s1600/DSC04773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLb6Iw5tomI/AAAAAAAAB5I/o9mOh_84m8s/s320/DSC04773.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sister's mango something something and my sweet alabama something something. can't remember if mine was a milkshake or just another blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcEn3IKbgI/AAAAAAAAB5k/q2QvdU3jm6U/s1600/DSC04774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcEn3IKbgI/AAAAAAAAB5k/q2QvdU3jm6U/s320/DSC04774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;they had this super cute thing, where you flip to this red sign to call the waiter, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcFBQ5QG4I/AAAAAAAAB5o/wlAkh3e6QYM/s1600/DSC04760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcFBQ5QG4I/AAAAAAAAB5o/wlAkh3e6QYM/s320/DSC04760.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you flip to this sign to get them going! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcFu7hEeRI/AAAAAAAAB5s/FVAQ03gBe_Q/s1600/DSC04776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcFu7hEeRI/AAAAAAAAB5s/FVAQ03gBe_Q/s320/DSC04776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my dinner! it's called "I'm stuffed", jasmine rice with cheese toast and prawns stuffed with crabmeat. not veeeeeeery yummy, but it was something different. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcG115vlhI/AAAAAAAAB5w/WEiW-Hi8TOM/s1600/DSC04769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcG115vlhI/AAAAAAAAB5w/WEiW-Hi8TOM/s320/DSC04769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;parents shared some drunken prawn thingie with cheese fries. sauce was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcHQry2H2I/AAAAAAAAB50/Duhq7Niqedo/s1600/DSC04767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcHQry2H2I/AAAAAAAAB50/Duhq7Niqedo/s320/DSC04767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sister's cheese prawn rice thing. thick, filling, savoury and HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcH-IjzNsI/AAAAAAAAB54/cSnh-CiNrRU/s1600/DSC04762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcH-IjzNsI/AAAAAAAAB54/cSnh-CiNrRU/s320/DSC04762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cute deco in our boooth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcIaQ_RAdI/AAAAAAAAB58/lKxX8R0e1e8/s1600/DSC04779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcIaQ_RAdI/AAAAAAAAB58/lKxX8R0e1e8/s320/DSC04779.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bubba bubba bubba :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcI22hFP8I/AAAAAAAAB6A/ZJevJBNTXWE/s1600/DSC04784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcI22hFP8I/AAAAAAAAB6A/ZJevJBNTXWE/s320/DSC04784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cutest shrimp ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go, this is my bubba gump post. barely any words but hey, let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcKN8myfeI/AAAAAAAAB6E/vC9i4v2ogUA/s1600/DSC04752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLcKN8myfeI/AAAAAAAAB6E/vC9i4v2ogUA/s320/DSC04752.JPG" width="320" /&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/2384402100978713937-6012556672831403716?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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compile everything and push again to do referencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all that pushing, suddenly labour sounds more convincing. dayyyyum I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't really been having a good week, terribly busy with everything. but then again, everyone's busy. the only thing keeping me alive so far is probably texts from the boyf and the paramore concert next week. okay, it's glambert tomorrow but i ain't going because i didn't want to splurge on him. heh. it's less than a week to paramore, and eventhough poor poor us got the cheapest tickets (cos we're like, poor :p) I'm still pumped up. pretty much a concert/event buff, I have incredible amounts of adrenaline okay. stood for a grand total of eight hours just to watch The All American Rejects @ World Stage 09'. okay that sounds like old news but i still stand by my belief that the lineup then was wayyyy better than this year's. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no i suddenly don't remember where my ticket is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind, will search later. terribly lazy to update my bubba gump photos. someone should invent some thingie thing thing that uploads your photos for you on voice demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things are best left to the eleventh hour ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, this made me laugh my heart out. nigahiga had braces too, so i'm pretty much in the same boat. :D vid was made like a couple years back. 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(curse the ozone layer, what are you doing there, sleeping on the job?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike two, ranted again. poor sun's the victim now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, got to starbucks to meet miss nat over the video. OhMyGoodness starbucks on a hot afternoon is heavenly. the air cond and coffee aroma made me want to sleep. and the couches were fabulous. comfy and homey, just the way i like my couches. sank into one and felt like missing english, i am not alone in that train of thought. half the class was there hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go for english (crycrysobsob) and i think i died. although today went by really fast, TODAY WAS THE WORST MONDAY OF WORST MONDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike three and i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6975791686952000927?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6975791686952000927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6629411098217507225</id><published>2010-10-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:01:58.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays part twooo.</title><content type='html'>and on the 8th of october, we have low iishan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iishan i am so sorry our skypeee didn't workout. who knew my modem would be so crappy? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLBu8TVxCUI/AAAAAAAAB5A/LjyM-DtVAEw/s1600/DSC04133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLBu8TVxCUI/AAAAAAAAB5A/LjyM-DtVAEw/s320/DSC04133.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's him and me at graduation night, pjgh. was texting rachel last night and what she said was so right, it felt like just yesterday that the three of us were having our joint birthday celebration in sushi king, followed by our little brownie in desserts bar. time flies, that was back in august, and suddenly it's become the weekend of our actual birthdays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't talk to him much at first in rbs cos i was busy mixing around, as far as i remember the one i talked to most in the beginning was serene and derek, but then i started switching around, talking to other people more and more. talked to him mostly cos rachel was close to him, and he's just generally a really nice guy to talk to. all the inside mamee monster jokes made it better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me. rachel, have you given birth yet? if not, you've had a really long labour. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday iishan, remember, what's so amazing about grace was staring you in the face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was my birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early call from the boyf, texts from rachel, texts from perth (which put this huge grin on my face) from lauren chia yan hong :D, texts from everyone else and an overloaded inbox from all the fb notifications i was getting. funny how you only get notifications like crazy when it's your birthday, and the next day nobody cares about you. haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for long texts, especially if they're from special people. you know who you are :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ot movida @ sunway giza for lunch with yang. no pictures on my side, baby took everything with his huge huge canggih manggih camera. will pester him later for pics for me to blog. teehee. the food was wonderful, beat any other western eatery i've been to so far. okay, nothing can top my darling euro deli cos i'm in love with sauerkraut and mashed potatoes and pork knuckles but this was something different. was in a pub setting, retro music, it had that dark shadowy ambience about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was something different ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that i got my pretty rose attached to that ipod touch i always wanted. yes, i squealed. thank you tan tze yang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love you very muchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk walk walk the red face off and then got home with a headache. haha. played with my new toy, attempted to sleep but failed. then it was off to bubba gump for dinner. headed to the one in the curve cos it was the nearest (and honestly i'm getting quite sick of sunway). it was this cute wooden place with friendly staff that greeted you wherever they go. of course, the place is styled after forrest gump so they had his quotes and pictures everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post pictures now, another time okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all ordered shimp! it was pretty good. my opinion? nothing special, i felt like we paid for the ambience, not the food. but it was something new, won't mind going back to try the other dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the dinner pa :) and mummy and sis who completed the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a day to remember. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6629411098217507225?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6629411098217507225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6629411098217507225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6629411098217507225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6629411098217507225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthdays-part-twooo.html' title='birthdays part twooo.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TLBu8TVxCUI/AAAAAAAAB5A/LjyM-DtVAEw/s72-c/DSC04133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-20808669726820620</id><published>2010-10-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:04:08.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday marathon.</title><content type='html'>it's the 7 of october, which means our mini birthday marathon has begun. wheeeeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TK3gA44k0AI/AAAAAAAAB44/u_IlC-1GzK4/s1600/rbs5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TK3gA44k0AI/AAAAAAAAB44/u_IlC-1GzK4/s320/rbs5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to start it off, this was one of my favourite arranged seating rbs photos. other than hiding peter from getting seen by the lecturers (cos he was book reporting during lectures :p) and passing around countless candy boxes to keep us awake, it was the one time i got to share a table with rachel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we always made it a point to sit at diff tables before the arrangement came about to get to know people, but we ended up in the same table for about a week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TK3gfx02F0I/AAAAAAAAB48/MKko1tgQ6ZM/s1600/DSC04119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TK3gfx02F0I/AAAAAAAAB48/MKko1tgQ6ZM/s320/DSC04119.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and then all too soon, our 40 days ended and there we were, in pjgh for the grad ceremony, best of friends. pic was taken after we hugged and cried our silly little eyes out as if we were never going to see each other again. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to you, rachel ho wye fern, for making my rbs stay the most memorable one ever. i smile everytime i think of the things we did. happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember our food list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butter crunch&lt;br /&gt;mars bars&lt;br /&gt;twisties&lt;br /&gt;chipster&lt;br /&gt;mamee monster :D&lt;br /&gt;rice crackers&lt;br /&gt;pringles&lt;br /&gt;cheezels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we put junk in our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great eighteenth! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-20808669726820620?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/20808669726820620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=20808669726820620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/20808669726820620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/20808669726820620'/><link 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gather everyone, film this scene and that scene, with me being the one so easily amused it's hard to get a straight face from me while filming. so even when there is a straight face, i look super constipated. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is i have NO lines this time. haha. i'm usually the intro/conclusion girl cos apparently i manage to shoot facts out of my mouth pretty okay. this time around i have no lines at all. i spend all my screen time typing and squeaking. it's getting really quite fun actually. i love doing videos, but it's such a chore to film sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about to watch the IHC vid we did for the first sem. the whole class loved it, i know, i'm so slow in obtaining things. heh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switchfoot marathon now. words make me so happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;you are the only chance i'll take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2138425686884052528?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2138425686884052528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2138425686884052528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2138425686884052528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2138425686884052528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-good-morning-how-you-do.html' title='hello good morning, how you do;'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-7894642039560125054</id><published>2010-10-02T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:18:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ack-tober.</title><content type='html'>Oh Mr. Phillip, after the 15/20 you gave me for my economics paper, don't you think it'll be alright to gimme an A for a 1532 word economics essay on entrepreneurship? that's already not my forte. now i have to write at least 1800 words? should just write 2000 if i manage to talk enough nonsense that actually will sound real genuine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English essay over and done with and now i ONLY have MMH video assignment/moral presentation/moral report + journal/ econs group presentation 1/econs group presentation 2/ ECS video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may even have left something out there and i wouldn't have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the system for the second sem is way worse than the first. at least in the first sem, our assignments began in the third week or so and gradually picked up. this sem it's like, oh, august and september are completely free months and then EVERYTHING IS SUDDENLY DUE IN WEEK 9/10/11. sucks right? what's worse is that it's mainly groupies so it's a real pain having to coordinate everyone at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't posted pictures in awhile, see if i can get some tonight during the "no ordinary journey" play in rachel's church. :) miss that girl, haven't seen her all week cos she mia-ed me in bsf on monday. we still haven't had our brownies yet, just realised. maybe taylor's should open delicious at the lakeside comm block. then i can get me brownie anytime i want (if the place is not too overly crowdedly occupied). just look at starbucks and wong kok. it's full like EVERYDAY. like sheesh, you would think that students need to budget, but then again it's taylors so yeah. everybody's got the ka-ching in their pa-ching. i think pa-ching means pocket, i just made that up. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having this weird craving for :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TKawFDkLcCI/AAAAAAAAB40/zeXLhuLZu4s/s1600/bread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TKawFDkLcCI/AAAAAAAAB40/zeXLhuLZu4s/s320/bread.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that delicious italiannies bread. you know, the thing they serve before your food comes? with the olive oil and balsamic vinegar? i could live off that thing. it's the best bread ever. i don't fancy the white bread but when they serve the herby one it tastes amazing. it's like there's a whole fusion of herbs and bready oily vinegary goodness in your mouth. i once ate so much that when my main course came i was full. heh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. got diverted. back to Mr.Phillip's paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : falling in love with stop motion drawing all over again. it's the cutest art ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-7894642039560125054?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/7894642039560125054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6888255058801491578</id><published>2010-09-29T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:02:48.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh saturday.</title><content type='html'>Life is Wonderful- Jason Mraz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;br /&gt;It takes two floors to make a storey&lt;br /&gt;It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some words to make an action&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some work to make it work&lt;br /&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a day to make you yawn brother&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some old to make you young&lt;br /&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;br /&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And it takes no time to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; And it takes some fears to make you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; It takes the dust to have it polished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes some silence to make sound&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a lost before you found it&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a road to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It takes a toll to show you care&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hole to see a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is full of&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is so full of love&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is full of&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la life is so full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just might have to celebrate my birthday late this year, fingers crossed that i won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6888255058801491578?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6888255058801491578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6888255058801491578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6888255058801491578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6888255058801491578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-saturday.html' title='oh saturday.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8173862725985254508</id><published>2010-09-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:18:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE.</title><content type='html'>I FREAKING FINISHED MY INDIVIDUAL ECONS ASSIGNMENT. YES I AM INSANE, I KNOW NOBODY BLOGS IN CAPS ABOUT ECONS ASSIGNMENTS BUT THIS ASSIGNMENT HAS BEEN LEFT TO ROT FOR A REALLY LONG TIME AND I FINALLY FINISHED IT (minus referencing, oops) IN THE MIDST OF TURMOIL OF HAVING ANOTHER TWO GROUP ONES. (and midterms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR PHILLIP, YOU BETTER BE HAPPY WITH MY 1532 WORD ECONS ESSAY ON ENTREPRENERUSHIP BECAUSE I WORKED REALLY HARD AND ECONS IS MY FAVOURITE SUBJECT. EVERYTHING ELSE THIS SEMESTER IS ROTTING MY BRAIN. yes you are my favourite lecturer too cos everytime you talk about crispy popiah to explain econs it cracks me up eventhough it's not exactly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8173862725985254508?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8173862725985254508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8173862725985254508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8173862725985254508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8173862725985254508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/done.html' title='DONE.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-3011504666685926895</id><published>2010-09-26T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:50:30.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a cannibal,</title><content type='html'>mid terms are over (almost, there's ME left) and i think i did pretty okay with the exception of economics. its actually my favourite subject but i felt like i really messed it up. sigh. oh well, what to do? just got pretty emo on the ride home, thanks for everything love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the assignment rush is back, and i feel like crap already cos suddenly due dates are popping up all over the place, so much so that my left eye has suddenly grown this monstrous bump thing. okay i was exaggerating, it's just a possible sty but it hurts pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still really exhausted from yesterday, full day at the orphanage. don't get me wrong, i'm all for making kids happy, but i was up by 6 and i only reached home past 6 so i was standing and walking for 12 hours straight minus the one hour we got off in between for lunch and me sitting with little bhaskar reading a book about animals. those kids are so adorable. they were all so well behaved, they called me a lot, "sister, my drawing nice anot?" "sister, look at this!" "sister eat, come eat!" "sister, sit here, watch tv with us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would do it all over again minus the super duper early morning and complications.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post pictures once they're available for stealing on fb. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with ECS in 30 minutes. hahahaha. i hate english now by the way. bored to death every class, sneak out at every opportunity. don't worry, everyone does that. we managed to cancel the listening exam because nobody wanted it anyway and everyone was overly concerned with the econs exam. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like snoozing all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-3011504666685926895?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/3011504666685926895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=3011504666685926895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3011504666685926895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3011504666685926895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-cannibal.html' title='you&apos;re a cannibal,'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8580866053528799092</id><published>2010-09-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:58:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh-oh.</title><content type='html'>HAHA mid terms next week and i'm laughing away at nigahiga, the most subscribed funny dude on youtube. go get hooked! off the pill-bieber fever and the one on farts is hilarious. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a pretty eventful week, a few sleepless nights, but i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with a trip to bentong-genting. i have never walked so much in that area before, genting i mean. but the wind there was worth it. it wasn't taylorslibraryfreezingcold but it was pleasant. :) bentong was fun too, but it was so hot. shades came in handy. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbucks and caramel cream and boyfriend's java chip. not one for coffee but it was pretty okay. pictures taken, smiles flashed and had my exercise cut out for me the whole week. then we had a tom yam dinner which was something different, since i had never heard of sunway giza before. (yes, i live under some sort of rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes came back and then there was malaysia day and i had a pretty long day. in a good way. lunch with rachel @ fish&amp;amp;co. she had the usual yummy fish and chips (which went up 2 bucks, grrr) while i decided to venture out and have the shrimp and pasta salad. unfortunately i have no kinds word for that dish. dry pasta, no dressing. the shrimp was fine though. can't really blame them, they were full then. there was a huge waiting line out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. refreshing talking to someone who knows what i'm going through. and we laugh about the same things too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i called timo who was ASLEEP but he came anyway. delicious was so terribly full, so we took a detour and went back down to gelato frutiy for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN6EJPl02I/AAAAAAAAB28/2XBq1zXVVWY/s1600/DSC04685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN6EJPl02I/AAAAAAAAB28/2XBq1zXVVWY/s320/DSC04685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;part oreo cookies and part vanilla something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN6nC8h1II/AAAAAAAAB3E/5mwxzuO1XqE/s1600/DSC04687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN6nC8h1II/AAAAAAAAB3E/5mwxzuO1XqE/s320/DSC04687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;timo looking happy. we were all in black and white that day. great minds think alikeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN7TQeHTnI/AAAAAAAAB3M/3TgmiBcYSuI/s1600/DSC04688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN7TQeHTnI/AAAAAAAAB3M/3TgmiBcYSuI/s320/DSC04688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;rachel! YES we were in stripes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN8AIMghRI/AAAAAAAAB3U/RwMjpIiMosA/s1600/DSC04689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN8AIMghRI/AAAAAAAAB3U/RwMjpIiMosA/s320/DSC04689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;group pic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN8pgbf_II/AAAAAAAAB3c/wJADnvsnbAs/s1600/DSC04693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN8pgbf_II/AAAAAAAAB3c/wJADnvsnbAs/s320/DSC04693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;timo and rachel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN8_6dofiI/AAAAAAAAB3k/sAq5sQLv1LI/s1600/DSC04697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN8_6dofiI/AAAAAAAAB3k/sAq5sQLv1LI/s320/DSC04697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;timo and i :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we talked some more and me and rachel had to rush off cos my family was going back to the highlands for a dinner treat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen all the way up up up to awana for the buffet and then suddenly got told the chef decided to cancel the buffet and we were all so disappointed. seriously, the 45 minute drive up suddenly looked pretty useless. but then the ala carte menu came to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN94M2XepI/AAAAAAAAB3s/gzZOh9ibbeo/s1600/DSC04698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN94M2XepI/AAAAAAAAB3s/gzZOh9ibbeo/s320/DSC04698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dad looking out at the golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN-Te3FIGI/AAAAAAAAB30/FWKla1NIqF8/s1600/DSC04699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN-Te3FIGI/AAAAAAAAB30/FWKla1NIqF8/s320/DSC04699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;which looked like this. don't mind the netting, it was to prevent the cute little highland birds from swooping in and taking our food away and then pooping all over the cushioned seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN-9H_b8oI/AAAAAAAAB38/E8AxN4i8Uc0/s1600/DSC04703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN-9H_b8oI/AAAAAAAAB38/E8AxN4i8Uc0/s320/DSC04703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the buffet area which never came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN_dHYPLRI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NJSGlI99ee4/s1600/DSC04709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN_dHYPLRI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NJSGlI99ee4/s320/DSC04709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sis buttering the warm bun we got along with our western orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN_62jUFzI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Q_WGVvj4Z1s/s1600/DSC04722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN_62jUFzI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Q_WGVvj4Z1s/s320/DSC04722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me smiling. and don't ask why my hand was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOAWJKjSjI/AAAAAAAAB4U/RVjL0Qxcz6M/s1600/DSC04713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOAWJKjSjI/AAAAAAAAB4U/RVjL0Qxcz6M/s320/DSC04713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dad and mum. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOAtB2SpsI/AAAAAAAAB4c/n6oSSC1yC44/s1600/DSC04723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOAtB2SpsI/AAAAAAAAB4c/n6oSSC1yC44/s320/DSC04723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;parent's fish curry thing, they had veggies too but i didn't get a shot at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOBQvU2wPI/AAAAAAAAB4k/stT-tCCOUHg/s1600/DSC04725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOBQvU2wPI/AAAAAAAAB4k/stT-tCCOUHg/s320/DSC04725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sister's chicken chop with criss cut potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOBx2HPtWI/AAAAAAAAB4s/4aKZKP_Rg3g/s1600/DSC04726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJOBx2HPtWI/AAAAAAAAB4s/4aKZKP_Rg3g/s320/DSC04726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and my cajun grilled prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun sitting around in the cold. so much better than pj air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8580866053528799092?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8580866053528799092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8580866053528799092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8580866053528799092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8580866053528799092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-oh.html' title='oh-oh.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJN6EJPl02I/AAAAAAAAB28/2XBq1zXVVWY/s72-c/DSC04685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-3617257505372055568</id><published>2010-09-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:46:22.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you waiting for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJDYZ_Id6zI/AAAAAAAAB20/jRLIfkF_yXA/s1600/n695537241_1115735_5386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJDYZ_Id6zI/AAAAAAAAB20/jRLIfkF_yXA/s320/n695537241_1115735_5386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh my. i didn't expect the pic to be so tiny. anyway, spot me if you can, i grabbed it off facebook. this was taken in 2008, before i turned sixteen and when i HAD a mouthful of braces and when it was okay to scream across the room to my best friend about pure nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my school friends like crazy, i think it's cos i feel like i can be my true self around them. 5 years passed and every year i was close to different people. not that i switch friends like i switch clothes, but it's nice meeting other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy malaysia day in advance everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thankful for the holiday being on a thursday, thursdays in sem 2 are the worst ever. they have more blues than mondays. arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you tan tze yang. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-3617257505372055568?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/3617257505372055568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=3617257505372055568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3617257505372055568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/3617257505372055568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-are-you-waiting-for.html' title='what are you waiting for?'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TJDYZ_Id6zI/AAAAAAAAB20/jRLIfkF_yXA/s72-c/n695537241_1115735_5386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1154514225173455705</id><published>2010-09-11T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:57:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen.</title><content type='html'>I was never one for male vocalists with high voices, hence the artists i like all have that gruff rockstar voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit A : Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;exhibit B : David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;exhibit C : Danny Gokey.&lt;br /&gt;exhibit D : Lee DeWyze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just realised they're ALL from american idol and their names ALL start with D. (except Lee, but he's go a D in his last name) hahaha. anyway, that's beside the point. but when i like high voiced stuff, they're all really really really HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit A : Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;exhibit B : Tyson Ritter (AAR)&lt;br /&gt;exhibit C : Train&lt;br /&gt;exhibit D : Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm not a HUGE fan of the latter, but Chris Carraba sounds really good. have you not heard vindicated? stolen? belle of the boulevard? good stuff. even i can't reach those notes. belle of the boulevard is looping in my brain at the moment, yes it's that good. that's what made me fall in love with the acoustics back then. these songs strike a nerve, unlike those crappy kesha songs that are completely meaningless and always have something to do with getting wasted at a club called kangaroo or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love stolen. it's just one of those songs that make you want to lie around in the grass all day, watching the shades of the sky gradually change until it's only the twinkling of the stars smiling down on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;We watch the season pull up its own stakes&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend of the last week&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation only, grand farewells&lt;br /&gt;Crash the best one, of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have stolen&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you spin around in your highest heels&lt;br /&gt;You are the best one, of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;We all look like we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-1154514225173455705?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/1154514225173455705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=1154514225173455705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1154514225173455705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1154514225173455705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/stolen.html' title='stolen.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2724142953817161348</id><published>2010-09-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:36:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody fridays.</title><content type='html'>if i had a spammer gun, i swear, i'll have no qualms about blasting each and every "bloghopper" in my cbox. seriously, there are so many there right now that i've gotten tired of deleting and blocking them. damn those persistent spammers. go get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week like, flew by. holidays are almost over. i obviously don't want them to end, but i'm looking forward to sunday. hmmm. mixed feelings, very mixed feelings. bentong and genting, here i come! out come the sunnies and scarves. heh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIozGSJN4SI/AAAAAAAAB2k/r3VLgw60wo4/s1600/069-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIozGSJN4SI/AAAAAAAAB2k/r3VLgw60wo4/s320/069-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lassie. the fluffball that never fails to make me smile. she's 49 in doggie years but she still acts like the puppydog i knew so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost the blogging mood. i'm better off watching lady gaga and elton john at the moment. byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2724142953817161348?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2724142953817161348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2724142953817161348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2724142953817161348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2724142953817161348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/moody-fridays.html' title='moody fridays.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIozGSJN4SI/AAAAAAAAB2k/r3VLgw60wo4/s72-c/069-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8840744922282445147</id><published>2010-09-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:05:32.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday :)</title><content type='html'>it's my 700th post AND my baby's birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIeV_TzqjzI/AAAAAAAAB2E/62OBuLD0B4M/s1600/058-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIeV_TzqjzI/AAAAAAAAB2E/62OBuLD0B4M/s320/058-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tada :))) that's my official gtalk lingo, only we understand that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's 22 today, so i took him (okay he drove, but i pointed out where it was or we'd be lost in damansara kim for like, forever) to Euro Deli, the most heavenliest non-halal place on earth. heh. the whole menu is pork pork pork everywhere, so it's natural that we ordered everything pork. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIeWzkkAEzI/AAAAAAAAB2M/77uenf3k1gI/s1600/045-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIeWzkkAEzI/AAAAAAAAB2M/77uenf3k1gI/s320/045-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i ordered the mixed sausages platter thingie. i think they were all pork, the one on top is the cheese sausage, i have no idea what the other two were. the biggest fattest juiciest one was the most tender, accompanied with the tiniest serving of mustard in the world (not satisfied), huge serving of potato salad with half an egg and some yummy sauerkraut in the background. yum, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIeXPxX0NQI/AAAAAAAAB2U/dHPcOd_gK70/s1600/040-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIeXPxX0NQI/AAAAAAAAB2U/dHPcOd_gK70/s320/040-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is my baby's! ordered the pork knuckle on recommendation of yours truly, it was Y TO THE UMMY. doesn't look too appetizing but when you bite into it, wow. nice crispy skin with tender porky goodness. served with an extra large serving of sauerkraut (major LIKE) and mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was happy. i know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday sweetheart! nothing says love more than being in the dentist with me, hearing the sound of drills and pliers and suctions when he's got a huge needle and poking around phobia. I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is for you, tan tze yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos nobody makes me smile like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8840744922282445147?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/8840744922282445147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=8840744922282445147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8840744922282445147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/8840744922282445147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday.html' title='birthday :)'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TIeV_TzqjzI/AAAAAAAAB2E/62OBuLD0B4M/s72-c/058-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6025708322766833901</id><published>2010-09-05T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:31:49.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost ; coldplay</title><content type='html'>Just because I'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved&lt;br /&gt;No better and no worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got lost&lt;br /&gt;Every river that I tried to cross&lt;br /&gt;Every door I ever tried was locked&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a big fish&lt;br /&gt;In a little pond&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean you've won&lt;br /&gt;'Cause along may come&lt;br /&gt;A bigger one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be lost&lt;br /&gt;Every river that you tried to cross&lt;br /&gt;Every gun you ever held went off&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm just waiting til the firing's stopped&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6025708322766833901?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6025708322766833901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6025708322766833901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6025708322766833901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6025708322766833901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-coldplay.html' title='lost ; coldplay'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2726729132496315577</id><published>2010-09-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:08:38.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Breathe in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BREATHE OUT&lt;/span&gt;. Breathe in. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Breathe out.&lt;/span&gt; Breathe in. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;BREATHEOUTBREATHEINBREATHEOUTBREATHEINBREATHEOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, the grills are off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2726729132496315577?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2726729132496315577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2726729132496315577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2726729132496315577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2726729132496315577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/09/stale.html' title='stale.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2552327414663287505</id><published>2010-08-31T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:28:54.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold me tight.</title><content type='html'>pop quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can grace eat this? a superstar with cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyCTPke3CI/AAAAAAAAB1k/tP_caXdr4K8/s1600/carlsjr.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyCTPke3CI/AAAAAAAAB1k/tP_caXdr4K8/s320/carlsjr.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;can grace eat this? chilli cheese fries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyCfSy5XgI/AAAAAAAAB1s/O0mlkmoEp1c/s1600/Menu_ChiliFries.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyCfSy5XgI/AAAAAAAAB1s/O0mlkmoEp1c/s320/Menu_ChiliFries.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;can grace drink this? hand scooped chocolate shake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyCtASQ2wI/AAAAAAAAB10/sBSGqar-0Po/s1600/Menu_ChocShake.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyCtASQ2wI/AAAAAAAAB10/sBSGqar-0Po/s320/Menu_ChocShake.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;can grace eat this? baskin robbins ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyDf8e7D6I/AAAAAAAAB18/D4Ey02Xw9X8/s1600/495945596_aac580ebc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyDf8e7D6I/AAAAAAAAB18/D4Ey02Xw9X8/s320/495945596_aac580ebc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you answered no to all the above questions, congratulations, you have passed the pop quiz with flying, no wait, soaring colours. (p/s : i did get all those pictures from the carl's jr. website and almost died imagining how good the burgers would taste.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the four letter word again, i'm always falling into it, it practically has a love-hate relationship with me. get this, i'm SICK again. yes, AGAIN. somehow when my family is sick, i'm not, and vice versa. so it sucks when everyone else is eating ice cream and taiwanese sausages and what not, leaving me to drown in my virus with that pretty blue scarf on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the irony, it's merdeka and i'm stuck at home sweating and trying to ignore the itch in my throat, the leak in my nose and the feeling of a saw practically sawing my throat and leaving it to hang on a thread instead of just letting it fall off, leaving me to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even sing! not with this messed up throat! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. happy birthday malaysia, happy sick day to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2552327414663287505?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2552327414663287505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2552327414663287505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2552327414663287505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2552327414663287505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/08/hold-me-tight.html' title='hold me tight.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THyCTPke3CI/AAAAAAAAB1k/tP_caXdr4K8/s72-c/carlsjr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2354448541436023207</id><published>2010-08-27T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:11:04.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzz's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THc56cvPt5I/AAAAAAAAB1c/l2IqUINzn4o/s1600/IMG00672-20100524-1719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THc56cvPt5I/AAAAAAAAB1c/l2IqUINzn4o/s320/IMG00672-20100524-1719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;spot me! i'm the little tyke who's sitting down frowning (though it may not be that clear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow lost my blogging mojo, don't have much to say right now other than the&amp;nbsp; fact that i'm irritated at my lack of computer expertise trying to edit a song. GRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't feel much of a holiday at all. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THc5qFGdAqI/AAAAAAAAB1U/D94Fgq7Wgjk/s1600/IMG01212-20100714-1247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/THc5qFGdAqI/AAAAAAAAB1U/D94Fgq7Wgjk/s320/IMG01212-20100714-1247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wonder how nice it would be to sleep like that the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2354448541436023207?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;We can dance until we die&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;We'll be young forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;Feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm living a Teenage Dream&lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch&lt;br /&gt;Now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;So take a chance&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Cali&lt;br /&gt;And got drunk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Got a motel and&lt;br /&gt;Built a fort out of sheets&lt;br /&gt;I finally found you&lt;br /&gt;My missing puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;I'm complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go all the way tonight&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, just love&lt;br /&gt;We can dance until we die&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;We'll be young forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;Feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm living a Teenage Dream&lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch&lt;br /&gt;Now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;So take a chance&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get your heart racing&lt;br /&gt;In my skin-tight jeans&lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let you put your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;In my skin-tight jeans&lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;Feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm living a Teenage Dream&lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch&lt;br /&gt;Now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;So take a chance&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow listening to this song reminds me of having to alter my skin tight jeans from the length meant for tall skinny kacang bendis into a shorter length meant for shorter rounder me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2730040531209307224?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2730040531209307224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>sun, sand and sandwater?</title><content type='html'>it's been years, easily 7 years since i've been to sunway lagoon for all that fun and it was worth the hiatus. i've never been on the "wilder" rides, so to say, since nobody wanted to go with me when i was younger. apparently the rides were too crazy and i would fly out or something. haha. finally went today with the boyfriend, rachel, jo'anne and the ssgc youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TG_VwzO2g6I/AAAAAAAAB08/IFn6WkM-w7I/s1600/photo5-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TG_VwzO2g6I/AAAAAAAAB08/IFn6WkM-w7I/s320/photo5-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a shot of me on the way there. blurry cos the car moved and if you have an iphone you'll know how impossible it is the camwhore when the car is moving. i don't have sepet eyes, mind you, i just happened to smile a bit too wide and my eyes disappeared. and that brown stuff on my neck isn't a weird string, it's my tankini strap that got in the way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got there past 11, got in and got started. silly antics from thomas started off the day, i swear i've never whacked someone so hard before. kicked off the day with that pirate's revenge thingie where the boat sways and does a 360' and everyone screams. my hair was all over the place. went on to all the other rides, the tomahawk made me so giddy even the sight of trees swaying killed me off. i loved the rides where i got wet cos it was just so darn hot there. i was barefoot the whole way so i was hopping around like a crazy banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the adrenaline rush when the roller coaster zooms down, it's like your heart is in your mouth but you scream anyway. we went on this one ride where 4 people get into a log and it plunges in pitch darkness the first round. the second time though, it was so steep, when i opened my mouth to scream no sound came out. haha. never happened to me before. got so soaked at every ride. i loved the congo challenged thingie and the tube slide thingie. sorry, yours truly didn't bother to memorise the names of the rides. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat on a ride with jo and we were screaming to our hearts content until water came and splashed into our mouths and it was complete silence for two seconds while we choked on the water and we spent the rest of the way down laughing. we sounded a lot like : AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAUMMMMMMFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost rach and timo halfway though, ended up floating around in surf beach trying to remember where i stood in world stage last year. had fun with the waves until we decided to go home. exchanged hugs and went off to pyramid for lunner(lunch+dinner) since it was so late already. carl's jr baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TG_YUq0E2zI/AAAAAAAAB1E/t1pRaHiIMDE/s1600/photo2-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TG_YUq0E2zI/AAAAAAAAB1E/t1pRaHiIMDE/s320/photo2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he yawned when i took the pic. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TG_Y0uVOfrI/AAAAAAAAB1M/aHeYyQL9-VE/s1600/photo-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TG_Y0uVOfrI/AAAAAAAAB1M/aHeYyQL9-VE/s320/photo-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;no yawning this time but i think i look weirder here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun. thanks guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for coming along. i love you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-232725232192384591?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/232725232192384591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=232725232192384591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/232725232192384591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/232725232192384591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/08/sun-sand-and-sandwater.html' title='sun, sand and sandwater?'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TG_VwzO2g6I/AAAAAAAAB08/IFn6WkM-w7I/s72-c/photo5-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1275745919073598714</id><published>2010-08-19T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:45:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I need another story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Something to get off my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;My life is kinda boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Need something that I can confess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;secrets&lt;/i&gt;, one republic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much comes out from my mouth at times, and sometimes too little when there should be more. for one, public speaking terrifies me. i cannot stand up in a crowd and speak, my face goes all flushed and i'm so gutted up that i talk fast and try to mind beg the person who made me stand up ask me to sit down. weird for someone who took part in story telling comps and show and tells and public speaking when i was younger. i don't know what happened along the years where i actually wanted to go to school and the years where i began dreading the though of having to touch a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't had a long blog post in awhile, can't tell if i'm too busy or too lazy or too picture-y or just plain shallow in the thoughts department. i like pictures on my blog, kinda distracts from the words but hey, i believe in the power of sight once in awhile. :) though it's a shame that i don't have a personal camera i can lug everywhere to snap photos of things that interest me. i tend to do that with my blackberry, but with 2 megapixels, there's only so much a supposedly high tech smartie phone can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was listening to blue earlier with my sis, it's been ages since i've heard any of their tracks on the radio. they've obviously disbanded like years ago, but their music still brings a smile to my face. i remember scribbling down their lyrics to sing along because my mum didn't approve of us printing out their lyrics in case we ended up obsessing over them. i remember the rap from "all rise" all too well, it was the first ever rap i memorised (haha). i remember practically wailing while trying to imitate lee ryan's killer falsetto and failing miserably. goo memories with their music. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was another incident as well, but that's so silly everyone would think i was nuts. and my sis too. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always considered my kind of music to be acoustic, alternative, pop rock when i was in sec school, but over the past couple, i began listening to rnb, pop, and a little bit of hip hop. i have suddenly become universal in a weird way, i listen to anything now. even if i don't like it, i somehow end up singing along to the song, provided it's not too crappy. i honestly don't get why crappy music gets airtime. if they can make it in the music industry so can i. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched kris allen's new MV for "the truth". with all due respect, Mr Pat Monahan, i enjoyed your voice in "Hey Soul Sister" and "If It's Love" and not to forget "Drops of Jupiter" as well, but i don't think you should've been in the video singing the bridge. it sounded really potong stim cos it was kris kris kris and suddenly a different voice and a whole new singing style emerges so it's a bit of a "erm what?" situation. leave kris allen to do kris allen songs, its a lot better that way. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/maYEkbW2fdA?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/maYEkbW2fdA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it and you decide for yourself if his presence is appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day to fun in the sun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-1275745919073598714?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-8762270284582533004</id><published>2010-08-17T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:10:48.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruno mars is the love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;so you've heard billionare, so you've heard beautiful girls. bruno mars filled in the choruses for both songs and i've always thought he could carry a high pitch. his first 'solo' single (without being featured everywhere, it's HIS voice the whole way) is really beautiful. lyrics aren't deep, melody isn't mind blowing, but the words are just so melt-worthy. take a look :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh her eyes, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make the stars look like they’re not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair&lt;br /&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;She’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Yeah I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her&lt;br /&gt;She wont believe me&lt;br /&gt;And its so, its so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think she don’t see what I see&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me do I look okay&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Her nails, her nails&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she’d let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh&lt;br /&gt;She hates but I think its so sexy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;She’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars Just The Way You Are&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect is what you’re searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;So don’t even bother asking&lt;br /&gt;If you look okay&lt;br /&gt;You know I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-8762270284582533004?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2009217284493863516</id><published>2010-08-16T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:33:45.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKjVcIzvI/AAAAAAAAB00/jZ7tPaohIu0/s1600/40022_118317181552936_100001239648922_127347_2744764_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKjVcIzvI/AAAAAAAAB00/jZ7tPaohIu0/s320/40022_118317181552936_100001239648922_127347_2744764_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i've been into booties recently and these look pretty right? soft pastels, low heels (definitely minus the falling down drama) and i've always had a thing for strings, so anything lace-up is my cup of tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKLkytLDI/AAAAAAAAB0c/slt0VhjnATQ/s1600/CK1-60300370-42-04-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKLkytLDI/AAAAAAAAB0c/slt0VhjnATQ/s320/CK1-60300370-42-04-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;now feast your eyes on the pretty white shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKg73BT_I/AAAAAAAAB0k/xm2LazgL7dg/s1600/CK1-60300370-42-05-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKg73BT_I/AAAAAAAAB0k/xm2LazgL7dg/s320/CK1-60300370-42-05-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pretty pretty front. cute laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKiAn1r6I/AAAAAAAAB0s/gMnEX-1Sr6A/s1600/CK1-60300370-42-01-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKiAn1r6I/AAAAAAAAB0s/gMnEX-1Sr6A/s320/CK1-60300370-42-01-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;beautifully angled cut at the heel but enough back to prevent you from those ugly blisters that hard flats give you. priced at RM129.90 at our local Malaysian stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get this, it only costs SGD32.80, which i had the pleasure of finding an online converter and converting it to my dear malaysian currency. it was like what, RM76.50? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine the shock, despair and anger that crossed my already messed up hungry mind. i should just run off to singapore to buy my shoes instead of paying almost 60 bucks more over here. cheat me off my shoes. how can? yeeeeeesh. i'll find some way to get these pair at a cheaper price, i don't care. even if i have to wait months for the price to drop or somehow end up in singapore, i will get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering why i'm so free to blog about heels in midday, it's because my &lt;strike&gt;extremely boring&lt;/strike&gt; evening class was cancelled. thank you God for reading my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like having nando's. the best chicken in the world :D&lt;div 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title='white.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGjKjVcIzvI/AAAAAAAAB00/jZ7tPaohIu0/s72-c/40022_118317181552936_100001239648922_127347_2744764_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-882582040577853615</id><published>2010-08-14T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:41:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGYnYTectII/AAAAAAAAB0E/GQJeAX9D_4Y/s1600/kevin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGYnYTectII/AAAAAAAAB0E/GQJeAX9D_4Y/s320/kevin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if the whole world were like those minions, life would be a bright yellow mess of fun. no stress, no work, just plain naivety and maybe some stupidity in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the workload hasn't piled up yet, but i'm already starting to get bored of college. missed two classes due to stomach problems, can't say i was overjoyed, but i don't think it was a huge issue for me. haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation, a real one and not some boring one in a boring hotel stuck with cramps and other nonsense. i want to throw on my tankini and shorts, sunbathe (and actually get tan, my ang moh-ish skin doesn't have that many pros), make sandcastles, splash around and laugh like there's no tomorrow. was suggesting islands to my dad earlier, but due to my short span of holidays we can't go anywhere much. haven't been to a decent beach since, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad was looking at the korea pictures, back in '06. i remember how happy i was when we landed (albeit the fact that i had thrown up twice on the plane earlier) and how perky i suddenly became after inhaling "korean air". i was a silly 14 year old back then, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year later we went to australia.weirdly enough i wasn't that thrilled but i did enjoy my time there. melbourne was so pretty, their parks so scenic and they have a pretty yummy dim sum shop there too that cost a bomb. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then we haven't been overseas. dad did mention that the company wanted to take them to greece but due to some issues it wasn't allowed. greece is a pretty country. whitewashed stone square houses, bright sunny clothing, blue blue BLUE seas. mmmm. i could live there, if i knew the language and my way around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGYq03YOnsI/AAAAAAAAB0M/mndU6FRrlSo/s1600/40447_415081242700_524997700_4776191_7368977_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGYq03YOnsI/AAAAAAAAB0M/mndU6FRrlSo/s320/40447_415081242700_524997700_4776191_7368977_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i miss cornwell. :( we need a reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGYsFonWrkI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Yl6LmLyIEUM/s1600/40089_415081987700_524997700_4776223_1519457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGYsFonWrkI/AAAAAAAAB0U/Yl6LmLyIEUM/s320/40089_415081987700_524997700_4776223_1519457_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;met up with the moo some time back. good to see him, haven't seen him since grad okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debate : to gcb or not gcb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-882582040577853615?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/882582040577853615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=882582040577853615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/882582040577853615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/882582040577853615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/08/minion.html' title='minion.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGYnYTectII/AAAAAAAAB0E/GQJeAX9D_4Y/s72-c/kevin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-990265649846838461</id><published>2010-08-13T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:41:50.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water poisoning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGT2owsA5NI/AAAAAAAABz8/fgdXL_NUYOY/s1600/water2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGT2owsA5NI/AAAAAAAABz8/fgdXL_NUYOY/s320/water2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toilet has suddenly become a place i frequent often, thanks to unboiled water. if you know me, i'm not the healthiest person in the world and you really seldom see me with a glass of water or with a huge water bottle. probably the only time you see me with water is when i'm sick or i just ate something really sweet. yesterday, i decided to take it up a notch and gulp down water by the bottle loads and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly got poisoned as the water was not boiled at all. somehow the kettle malfunctioned and the water didn't get boiled, so i was drinking in the same water that all the bacteria and other gross microorganisms were calling home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed econs today, yeeeeeeesh. not my favourite subject in the whole wide world, but i don't like missing classes so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am thinking of re-creating my blog somewhere else, so will update if i do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must i always have ice cream cravings when the circumstances scream "NO!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;birds of a feather.&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/2384402100978713937-990265649846838461?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/990265649846838461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=990265649846838461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/990265649846838461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/990265649846838461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-poisoning.html' title='water poisoning.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TGT2owsA5NI/AAAAAAAABz8/fgdXL_NUYOY/s72-c/water2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4038452179057377007</id><published>2010-08-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:07:27.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh.</title><content type='html'>mega sale begun awhile ago, pretty peeved that padini concept store hasn't reopened in ou yet. what's taking them so long? i mean all i usually look at there are their not so pricey make do shoes but hey, they're on sale like all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of sem 2 has come and gone, now will be the genesis of newly born assignments and the mountain load of stress that accompanies it. i already don't like one of my lecturers, someone please remove him/her and bring in someone else. ending so late on a day that has enough blues is so not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just looking forward to the sem break (raya hols) because my braces will be gone by then and i'm pretty glad the boyfriend's birthday is then too, i'll be free for all celebrations :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdly enough, friends i thought were true are starting to look a lot like two faced whatevers to me. hmm. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off off off to get some new articles of clothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;when we're alone, we're all the same as each other.&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/2384402100978713937-4038452179057377007?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4038452179057377007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4038452179057377007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4038452179057377007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4038452179057377007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/08/ooh.html' title='ooh.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2680885998488126257</id><published>2010-08-07T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:38:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>airports.</title><content type='html'>sent iishan off at the airport on tuesday (the only day i had no classes this week because tutorials hadn't begun) and boy, am i gonna miss him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't all that close to him during rbs, since i wasn't the one spending all my siesta time with him (haha), i was doing my book report all the time and disturbing everyone else. but hey, he's good guy. he was one of the older ones too, nineteen years of age among the eighteen-ers or maybe younger. bsf dinners together, mamee monster nonsense and all the avoidance of drama, here's to you iishan, enjoy yourself there and don't miss us too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFzhhA5ZZwI/AAAAAAAABz0/PYtDfYvRm5c/s1600/iishangrp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFzhhA5ZZwI/AAAAAAAABz0/PYtDfYvRm5c/s320/iishangrp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;group picture! l-r : sis, rachel, iishan, me, yang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFzg2FIUwBI/AAAAAAAABzs/ckuegBpGyCs/s1600/iishanme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFzg2FIUwBI/AAAAAAAABzs/ckuegBpGyCs/s320/iishanme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;iishan and me :D ( that's the shirt rachel and I got for him for his early birthday present!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me something from Seattle while you're still there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This could break my heart or save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Nothing's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Until you let go completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So here I go with all my fears weighing on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Three months and I'm still sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But I know it's never really over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I could crash and burn but maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;No comparing, second guessing, no not this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2680885998488126257?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2680885998488126257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2680885998488126257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2680885998488126257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2680885998488126257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/08/airports.html' title='airports.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFzhhA5ZZwI/AAAAAAAABz0/PYtDfYvRm5c/s72-c/iishangrp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6965347485940898525</id><published>2010-08-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:38:12.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>august.</title><content type='html'>let's sum up sem break, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it began with a haircut, knocking, drilling, yelling, headaches, stomachaches, cramps, vomiting. it continued with meeting up with iishan, celebrating our joint birthdays 3 months in advance with an overpriced miniture cheese brownie (it was desserts bar, go figure!) bsf-ing with rachel and timo in the fray, jason derulo, despicable me, inception, some more drilling and knocking, smallville nights and a grand total of two weeks without home cooked food. someone calculate all that and tell me if there were more pros than cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't achieve most of what i wanted, for one, lunch with rach and jessica never worked out, i didn't get my brownie and my pair of jeans. but i did get the rest i wanted, free from any form of work and waking up early (i woke up at 10 most days), free from stress. how i wish it would so not end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braces will be off on september 2nd people, HALLELUJAH. it would be 2 years and 7 months by the time it's out. it better be worth the wait and pain. on the bright side, i managed to lose weight along the way because i couldn't eat that much after appointments, had to live with porridge and other mushy tasteless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went from this (church camp 2007 in cameron highlands, yes i still wear that top hahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFVpqIJIuaI/AAAAAAAABzc/i-z3a6Y-Txk/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFVpqIJIuaI/AAAAAAAABzc/i-z3a6Y-Txk/s320/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFVp4hzcCSI/AAAAAAAABzk/SWBIQv2vmaM/s1600/16-10-09015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFVp4hzcCSI/AAAAAAAABzk/SWBIQv2vmaM/s320/16-10-09015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know if you can see the difference, but my face is a lot longer and less round now. this photo was taken last year in rachel's house while we were supposed to be studying sejarah. endup up wii-ing and camwhoring. haha :) forgive the pimples, wasn't having a good face day :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i won't go back to pigging once my braces fly out the window. the retainers should help with that, since i have to take them out when i eat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. will be blogging a lot less when tomorrow begins, it's back to assignments and work work work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6965347485940898525?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFVpqIJIuaI/AAAAAAAABzc/i-z3a6Y-Txk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4394396573167727787</id><published>2010-07-31T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:14:49.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lassie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFPY7Xt9tcI/AAAAAAAABzU/7KiHSbfohkw/s1600/lassie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFPY7Xt9tcI/AAAAAAAABzU/7KiHSbfohkw/s320/lassie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what's white, fluffy and jumps too much? (in this case, thinks she can fly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling lassie turned 7 todaaaaaaay! i was negotiating with my mum to get her some durian but then i got a lecture about feeding her food meant for humans. but it's my fluffy puff's birthday, i have to get her something nice. she's the cutest piece of fluff in the world, don't anyone dare to disagree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got two days left in my holiday routine and it's back to classes. i'm still not going to be best buddies with the person who invented my sem 2 timetable, going to launch a complaint or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly lost memory of what i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ GAHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4394396573167727787?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4394396573167727787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4394396573167727787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4394396573167727787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4394396573167727787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/lassie.html' title='lassie!'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TFPY7Xt9tcI/AAAAAAAABzU/7KiHSbfohkw/s72-c/lassie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1423334867763034999</id><published>2010-07-29T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:16:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pffffffffffffffffffffft.</title><content type='html'>there are days where you feel really good about yourself, you buy a brand new bag, have some good gelato, fluffy&amp;nbsp;pancakes with butter and maple syrup, lettuce with balsamic vinegar dressing topped off with bacon and you come home feeling like you've accomplished something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was YESTERDAY, WHERE ALL MY TROUBLES SEEMED SO FAR AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i checked the portal for my timetable and my day became one of those where you want to shoot everything you see (especially the person who structured my stupid crappy timetable nonsense) and just mope the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have breaks as long as 6 hours between classes and they end at 7pm. how am i going to attend bsf anymore? YEEEESHHHH MFGHHHHHHHHHH. taylors has the worst sense of planning, organising, whatever that has to do with money, time, effort. oh wait. that is everything. suddenly marron five's new single turned into my anthem. at least, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone with brains please please please redo my schedule. its the stupidest thing i've laid my eyes on, i wish i could rip it and watch it burn but i can't cos then i'll miss my classes and get barred from my final exam and then lose my scholarship. this is so unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i am in misery;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;there ain't nobody who can comfort me.&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/2384402100978713937-1423334867763034999?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/1423334867763034999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=1423334867763034999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1423334867763034999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1423334867763034999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/pffffffffffffffffffffft.html' title='pffffffffffffffffffffft.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-7642226104866589822</id><published>2010-07-27T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:48:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your mind is the scene of the crime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE7tDQiHuBI/AAAAAAAABzM/4tLT4WEa4H8/s1600/inception-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE7tDQiHuBI/AAAAAAAABzM/4tLT4WEa4H8/s320/inception-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and so i watched it, inception with yang, one of the latest movies that have been getting all the 5 star reviews and all that buzz over leo dicaprio's acting being fantastic and stuff. i wasn' t too drawn to it when i heard it. i didn't have a clue about the plot, i only knew leo dicaprio was in it and found out about the rest of the cast through this picture in the newspaper. apparently the whole world but me was hyped out about it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little mix up with the cinema timings (tropicana city, HAHA) so ended up running straight to the counter in OU to get the 12pm tickets (it was 12.13pm by then, mind you) but i wasn't too worried about being late since there are always those pesky ads anyway. who knew when we finally got there it had already begun? was a little peeved because i heard from so many people that you can't miss a minute or it or you'll misunderstand everything. ended up in seats not our own because our seats were smack in the middle and we couldn't see any numbers in the dark and leo's face on that humongous screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was already at the scene where they were apparently in saito's dream ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty blur throughout, i think i tried to understand it too much until i just had so many thoughts in head i had to stop and ask yang about something that happened every two seconds. (sorry love, your girl doesn't have that thinking capability)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rating? I'd give it an "A". I've never done so much thinking in a movie before. I still think dark knight was great, but inception seemed in another league of its own.best movie I've seen ever, best non-comedic film i mean. i'm so used to watching rom-coms that i felt odd not laughing every 5 minutes. well, one can only take so much russell brand nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joseph gordon-levitt, mm, who knew he could do such a role? seen him only once, in 500 days of summer. impressive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind watching it again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-7642226104866589822?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/7642226104866589822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=7642226104866589822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7642226104866589822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7642226104866589822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-mind-is-scene-of-crime.html' title='your mind is the scene of the crime.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE7tDQiHuBI/AAAAAAAABzM/4tLT4WEa4H8/s72-c/inception-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-7244494234984394091</id><published>2010-07-26T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:02:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols so far.</title><content type='html'>if i could make the drills shut the eff up at home by screaming i would, because they've been at it for a week already, the kitchen is nowhere near done, they're still hacking hacking hacking like idiots and i am so annoyed with everything right now. funny how a drill can get me so worked up. mfghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like, blur on when my sem starts, the official SOC calendar says August 2nd but they said there might be changes and i don't know if it has changed but i checked student portal and my timetable is somehow up so does that mean my sem is starting or started or WHAT? it says Sem 2 : July-November and i'm like what what what isn't it July now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, i just typed a 70 word sentence with no fullstops with zero grammatical errors. someone remind me why i got an A- for english again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty pleased with my results, got a B for MS though, which was really very expected since i completely screwed up my mid term. A for IMC, thank you Miss Thaera for giving me that beautiful grade! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, went out with the girls yesterday :meenu, jas and kim. rachel and jess were supposed to come too but they didn't, so we ended up in ajisen ramen talking about kim's misadventures with public transport. i swear, malaysian bus drivers can be such a pain in the you know where sometimes. poor&amp;nbsp;girl ended up in OU when she was supposed to be headed to SS2 starbucks row what the craaaaap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun, i miss school, i miss friends. friends who tell me i look exactly the same. darlings, i had a haircut. and possibly gained some extra unsightly fat, but who could tell under my tube + spaghetti + cardigan ensemble? oh and major plus point : AC in there was so not on par so i was&amp;nbsp;perspiring half&amp;nbsp;the time there. burned clories, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0AkeNmcDI/AAAAAAAAByU/IpxBkLrIp9o/s1600/DSC04631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0AkeNmcDI/AAAAAAAAByU/IpxBkLrIp9o/s320/DSC04631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kim, meenu, me and jas. no, i did not sprout an extra 3 inches, i just have awesome toe power so i tiptoed to not appear too tiny. next to the giant friends i have. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had my combined (and way too early, but what to do) birthday celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0BL9BycHI/AAAAAAAAByc/d_L5_eisnuM/s1600/DSC04621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0BL9BycHI/AAAAAAAAByc/d_L5_eisnuM/s320/DSC04621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;iishan picked us up in his ancient 230E merc and he honked at us while we were walking, immediately scaring the wits out of me and rachel cos we were wondering which old uncle with the merc decided to honk at us and we were stunned for like 2 seconds until rachel realised it was iishan and i couldn't stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0CiQT4hII/AAAAAAAAByk/8tEgxwymez8/s1600/DSC04624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0CiQT4hII/AAAAAAAAByk/8tEgxwymez8/s320/DSC04624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;picture time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were happily talking about jalan taylors and how it led to sunway. little did we know that the road we were taking led to puchong, which was so funny because iishan said he never remembered a toll, and i was going on and on about how there always was a toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ended up in bukit jalil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our birthday celebration began with a roadtrip to a place we don't even know. how fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked talked talked and GPS saved the day! managed to get back to subang and went to parade and had sushi king! talked some more and went to, get this,&amp;nbsp;desserts bar for our cake. there's desserts bar in college and i fear that place, it's super pricey. but it was the only place with nice cakes there so we went there and ordered this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0EGB5g2sI/AAAAAAAABys/ZkFMxn5T0Sc/s1600/DSC04625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0EGB5g2sI/AAAAAAAABys/ZkFMxn5T0Sc/s320/DSC04625.JPG" /&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;8 bucks for such a mini cheese brownie. &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;we blew out the candle three times, rachel (7) went first;&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0FOpE7bPI/AAAAAAAABy0/uvmkSZKRYHw/s1600/DSC04626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0FOpE7bPI/AAAAAAAABy0/uvmkSZKRYHw/s320/DSC04626.JPG" /&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;then iishan next (8)&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0Gb-e69BI/AAAAAAAABy8/be0vRLZV0-U/s1600/DSC04627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0Gb-e69BI/AAAAAAAABy8/be0vRLZV0-U/s320/DSC04627.JPG" /&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;and me! (9)&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0HDWso7wI/AAAAAAAABzE/jPWEaei_kT8/s1600/DSC04628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0HDWso7wI/AAAAAAAABzE/jPWEaei_kT8/s320/DSC04628.JPG" /&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;needless to say, the brownie wasn't too bad and i went home with a smile on my face.&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;keeping my fingers crossed for a clear august 3rd to send iishan off. :x&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;one more week of break and it's back to assignments and presetations, not a happy feeling. &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;got a million things on my birthday wishlist :&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;1. lace up ankle white boots from charles and keith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2. pair of checkered shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. a personal camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4. white pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5. denim flat&amp;nbsp;wedge heel from vincci&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;that's suddenly more like my shopping list. haha oh well.&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? &lt;br /&gt;All the time.&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/2384402100978713937-7244494234984394091?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/7244494234984394091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=7244494234984394091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7244494234984394091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/7244494234984394091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/hols-so-far.html' title='hols so far.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TE0AkeNmcDI/AAAAAAAAByU/IpxBkLrIp9o/s72-c/DSC04631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-9179135470294935239</id><published>2010-07-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:07:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sky's the limit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg66PcF3_I/AAAAAAAABxk/2jngBl14-J8/s1600/IMG01358-20100721-1930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg66PcF3_I/AAAAAAAABxk/2jngBl14-J8/s320/IMG01358-20100721-1930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright so i ended up following my sis to dragonfly for jason derulo's showcase and it was pretty good. other than the fact that he went a little off key in places, not that i blame him, i lost half my hearing standing there. arrived pretty late, around 715 but ended up up front anyway hahaha i have mad navigation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then some idiots came and took my spot. hello, having a VIP sticker doesn't license you to push through the crowd and take spots of people who have been there before you. whatever la right, i was still pretty close to the front anyway. close enough to get shots like this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg6xnfG0uI/AAAAAAAABxc/rtWwRyiUacY/s1600/jd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg6xnfG0uI/AAAAAAAABxc/rtWwRyiUacY/s320/jd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;heh. i got crushed when he reached out to touch the hands of fans. was close enough to actually see his face up close and then got crushed again when he threw his towel. crushed when he threw his ripped shirt. yes, he ripped his shirt off and the volume went up a few million decibels. haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg8IUQnNnI/AAAAAAAABxs/LEB-yIEUuDk/s1600/DSC04565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg8IUQnNnI/AAAAAAAABxs/LEB-yIEUuDk/s320/DSC04565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me in the crowd. looking blue! not metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg8vMJNSDI/AAAAAAAABx0/6gGHnOfi1EI/s1600/DSC04620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg8vMJNSDI/AAAAAAAABx0/6gGHnOfi1EI/s320/DSC04620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me again after the show. i smelled like smoke after that. yuuuuuuuuuuck. i enjoyed the show somehow. didn't know all the songs, but it was entertaining. he's a good dancer, pretty good vocals and he interacted well with the crowd too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i went from this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg9hA1ojpI/AAAAAAAABx8/z4t4P15kTMo/s1600/DSC04530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg9hA1ojpI/AAAAAAAABx8/z4t4P15kTMo/s320/DSC04530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg-OlXgWJI/AAAAAAAAByE/yUqvo1PEOvA/s1600/DSC04548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg-OlXgWJI/AAAAAAAAByE/yUqvo1PEOvA/s320/DSC04548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yep, bangs is back with shorter hair. although i clip it up most of the time because i don't bother wearing contacts at home. loving it! sometimes, i don't because my fringe gets all curled up and my hair sticks up in all the wrong places. all in all it's a pretty cute haircut. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEhBI197gYI/AAAAAAAAByM/nCet4syI4L8/s1600/DSC04555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEhBI197gYI/AAAAAAAAByM/nCet4syI4L8/s320/DSC04555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and on another other note, a little birdy made my day. thanks love! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-9179135470294935239?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/9179135470294935239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=9179135470294935239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/9179135470294935239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/9179135470294935239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/skys-limit.html' title='sky&apos;s the limit.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TEg66PcF3_I/AAAAAAAABxk/2jngBl14-J8/s72-c/IMG01358-20100721-1930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4604778854179666867</id><published>2010-07-14T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:20:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedommm.</title><content type='html'>i'm freeeeeee! well, at least for two weeks. i almost ran out of mph because i was freezing and i couldn't stop sneezing (look it rhymes!) and i got so annoyed with my runny nose. all i wanted to do was sleep because i was starting to feel a little sickly, no way am i gonna spend my two and a half weeks stuck in bed. nos sireebob, i have plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, catch up with me ex-assuntarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch up with my rbs friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend proper time with boyfriend that was robbed by assignments and study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TD1hG2KNn8I/AAAAAAAABxE/UhcF_hv7hpQ/s1600/dm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TD1hG2KNn8I/AAAAAAAABxE/UhcF_hv7hpQ/s320/dm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;despicable me! i've watched the trailer a billion times. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TD1hMG-eTvI/AAAAAAAABxM/psz9eHoPuGo/s1600/Despicable-me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TD1hMG-eTvI/AAAAAAAABxM/psz9eHoPuGo/s320/Despicable-me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the minions are super adorable. i think that's dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TD1hiHazdCI/AAAAAAAABxU/0S7ar4s6k3E/s1600/dm2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TD1hiHazdCI/AAAAAAAABxU/0S7ar4s6k3E/s320/dm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they even had a mother's day poster hahahahaha. i want a toy of those minions. are they selling it anywhere? iwantiwantiwantiwant! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in dire need of a haircut. snip away, scissorhands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4604778854179666867?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4604778854179666867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4604778854179666867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4604778854179666867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4604778854179666867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/freedommm.html' title='freedommm.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TD1hG2KNn8I/AAAAAAAABxE/UhcF_hv7hpQ/s72-c/dm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6082030804064370723</id><published>2010-07-10T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:42:23.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>animals!</title><content type='html'>octopus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDgiDGc_21I/AAAAAAAABw0/yedvwg0gtf4/s1600/54864996-09174134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDgiDGc_21I/AAAAAAAABw0/yedvwg0gtf4/s320/54864996-09174134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parakeet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, i want my oranje jersey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Come and make my heart Your home &lt;br /&gt;Come and be everything I am and all I know &lt;br /&gt;Search me through and through &lt;br /&gt;‘Till my heart becomes a home for You&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A home for You,                      Lord &lt;br /&gt;A home for You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;Let everything I do open up &lt;br /&gt;A door for You to come through &lt;br /&gt;And that my heart would be a place &lt;br /&gt;Where You want to be…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are my portion,                      filling up everything &lt;br /&gt;You are the fortune, that’s causing my heart to sing                       &lt;br /&gt;That it’s amazing… &lt;br /&gt;That You could make Yourself at home with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_596264036"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_596264037"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6082030804064370723?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6082030804064370723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6082030804064370723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6082030804064370723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6082030804064370723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/animals.html' title='animals!'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDgiDGc_21I/AAAAAAAABw0/yedvwg0gtf4/s72-c/54864996-09174134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-5991236149962069654</id><published>2010-07-08T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:27:07.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paul oh paul.</title><content type='html'>finals are starting tomorrow and i've been studying my butt off for MS. sheesh, why must we learn all these again? seriously, it's like they grouped all the annoying topics from sejarah and translated them into english for us to re-learn everything. it's torture for everyone, someone please take into consideration to get rid of this nasty subject that nobody likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so funny how the german fans love paul the octopus one minute and loathe him the next when he picks spain to beat germany. and the funniest part is he was RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDVBw0v2KAI/AAAAAAAABws/NCJLUPFblaQ/s1600/octopus_630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDVBw0v2KAI/AAAAAAAABws/NCJLUPFblaQ/s320/octopus_630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if only he picks the oranje next. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed reading articles on paul, some german fans were talking about how they should fry him and make him into salad or something. then they even sang anti octopus songs (hahahahah wth) like hello, the poor octopus just decided to eat from the container that had the spanish flag. if the german team was all it was cut out to be, they would've knocked spain out like they did to the argies and english. look at your team, not the poor cephalopod. seriously. since when did people start trusting sea creatures? what is the world coming too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is the year of the crazies, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoop-dee-doo i've gotta go back to my boring notes that can make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone get me a KNVB manicure. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-5991236149962069654?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/5991236149962069654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=5991236149962069654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5991236149962069654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5991236149962069654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/paul-oh-paul.html' title='paul oh paul.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDVBw0v2KAI/AAAAAAAABws/NCJLUPFblaQ/s72-c/octopus_630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-5696507092933248442</id><published>2010-07-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:49:20.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craze.</title><content type='html'>crazy assignment week is over and now comes crazy presentation/study week. i have less than a week to prepare for 4 subjects, i wonder how they expect us to come off with A pluses when they drown us in work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating so much candy/ice cream/ deep fried stuff that i have convinced myself that i'm easily 5kg heavier, if not 10kg? okay that last bit sounded ridiculous. treadmill, weights, skipping rope and crunches, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished our "signs" inspired short film and i was pretty pleased with the results and reactions. acting is freaking hard. and i didn't even talk. i burst out laughing in 50% of my scenes and made really weird faces. yours truly is not meant for any screen business. yes i can memorise lines for the camera, but acting is so not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDA8r-t3ZnI/AAAAAAAABwk/tTDotUuY-Fg/s1600/grace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDA8r-t3ZnI/AAAAAAAABwk/tTDotUuY-Fg/s320/grace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me in action in my office garb. i'm up for hire. anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my notes printing. so much for save the trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-5696507092933248442?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/5696507092933248442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=5696507092933248442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5696507092933248442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/5696507092933248442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/07/craze.html' title='craze.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TDA8r-t3ZnI/AAAAAAAABwk/tTDotUuY-Fg/s72-c/grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2104796463354282861</id><published>2010-06-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:00:45.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;you have suffered enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;and warred with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;it's time that you won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, i threw up unexpectedly, i stayed in college long enough to watch the sunset in my window, i'm having a headache, i want to sleep, my legs are so sore when you touch any spot it feels bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, college is cutting my life into tiny bits and throwing them into the acidic lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew college was going to be nonsensical, but not this tough. it was going to be a whole new phase of life, with new people, new places, new subjects, new standards. so far almost everything has been disappointing. sis did warn me about being busy. NOBODY TOLD ME I'LL BE SO TIRED I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO PAT MY FLUFFY WHITE DOG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could go back to rbs times. no assignments, no crap, nothing. although it was hard at first, things got better. and its not polluted there and i eat my meals on time. i've been eating at the weirdest hours lately. this is becoming a typical day for me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-7a.m : wake up&lt;br /&gt;7-8am : eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;10-4pm : do work/editing/filming/acting/report&lt;br /&gt;4 ish pm : lunch. LUNCH.&lt;br /&gt;5pm : back to work.&lt;br /&gt;9pm : reach home&lt;br /&gt;9ishpm : dinner. DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lifestyle is going to either&amp;nbsp;help me pack on the pounds or help me shed kilos. whatever it is, i don't like it. mass comm is worse than science. i dare to say that now because i have done science and it is by a mile less hectic than communication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe some warm brownies, br and a good hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2104796463354282861?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2104796463354282861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2104796463354282861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2104796463354282861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2104796463354282861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/falling.html' title='falling.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4086346031988576919</id><published>2010-06-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:13:58.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denim</title><content type='html'>for one day i had zero assignments to do, i was literally hopping up and down screaming "yess i'm not going out today i'm not going out today!!" when i found out, yes, i wasn't going anywhere today for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been out and about for IHC video presentation and ECS and IMC so much that i want to explode so i will have a valid reason to not attend college anymore. don't get me wrong, i don't mind the &lt;strike&gt;cow farm&lt;/strike&gt; college and it's &lt;strike&gt;horribly&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;extremely expensive pricey&lt;/strike&gt; very highly priced food. it's just the workload that puts me off the whole campus experience. experience my foot, i hate work so much now that i'm even thinking of turning over into the dark side and be the free rider for ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at igentis@tc mall with the girls and pretty much enjoyed myself. had my eye on some nichii shoes but wasn't in the mood to go all screamy and try them on so i walked past them. such willpower i have, mm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waltzed over to kitschen, only my most favouritest shop in the world at the moment. it's still on sale in there and we pretty much tore down the store, running around, trying on clothes, looking out for smock baby doll dresses and i almost died when i spotted this hot denim strapless dress. even jo's jaw dropped. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM79.90, 10% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need it. haha. it's the only dress that doesn't amplify my fat-ness and i've always had a liking for denim. i still remember when i was in form one, i had a denim fetish. had this denim jacket that matched my jeans and daayuum it looked good. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy, can i get it? pretty please? with cherry and icing on the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to work while studying to support my spending habit. anybody want to hire a mini 18 year old with wide eyes and shiny smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCdOJEiXHII/AAAAAAAABwc/4JV9QuEOAqs/s1600/denim+dress.jpg%25201260546525" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCdOJEiXHII/AAAAAAAABwc/4JV9QuEOAqs/s320/denim+dress.jpg%25201260546525" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress looks something like that but longer and it has more pleats in the front. see how good denim looks with leggings/pantyhose and a snug cardi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody buy me it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4086346031988576919?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4086346031988576919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4086346031988576919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4086346031988576919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4086346031988576919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/denim.html' title='denim'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCdOJEiXHII/AAAAAAAABwc/4JV9QuEOAqs/s72-c/denim+dress.jpg%25201260546525' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4013962269987487441</id><published>2010-06-26T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:58:45.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peeved.</title><content type='html'>i'm peeved right now, like really peeved. so i'm going to waste more of my own time to talk about my pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i hate it when people walk so damn slow when they're alone. if you're with a friend/boyfriend/girlfriend then it's different, but don't you have to get somewhere? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm open, but too much PDA annoys the &lt;strike&gt;hell&lt;/strike&gt; crap out of me. like they all say, GET A ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i hate it when people waste my time. don't drag me around for work that doesn't involve me and then make me do nothing. i have better things to do, like spend time with the people i love. even walking my dog is more therapeutic. ENOUGH SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i hate it when people act cute. like OMGGG why must you make dog faces? they belong on dogs for a reason, people. talking cute, dressing cute, sorry i know it may seem like a fad to some people, but i'm really not buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate it when people insult things that interest me. especially if they already know i'm into that stuff. go curse somewhere else. i'm not into profanities, they completely put me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i hate it when the sun gets in my eyes when i drive. it always happens when i don't have my shades in a reachable spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i hate it when people tweet every 5 seconds. i swear, i'll grab their blackberrys and iphones and htcs and nokias and ses and what not and slam them against the wall. we don't need to know what you're up to all the time and no, we don't need to know if you yawned 234 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i hate how annoying it is to walk with tall people cos then i feel so midgety. and guess what, i'm shorter than i actually thought i was. revelation from measuring tape last night. yours truly isn't even 160. how sucky is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i hate that everytime i spot a gorgeous pair of shoes they NEVER have it in my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll find my tenth pet peeve in a moment, feeling so fidgety now that the smallest things can blow me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish&amp;amp;co never fails to make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4013962269987487441?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4013962269987487441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4013962269987487441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4013962269987487441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4013962269987487441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/peeved.html' title='peeved.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6984467081240755052</id><published>2010-06-24T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:10:56.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blingdazzle.</title><content type='html'>one more month, that's what she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more month, till i have perfect teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how happy i was when i found out my dentist barely did anything to my teeth so i wasn't in pain and i had the coke contour meal and got my blue glass. happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ASSIGNMENTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when college is over, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6984467081240755052?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6984467081240755052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6984467081240755052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6984467081240755052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6984467081240755052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/blingdazzle.html' title='blingdazzle.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-1076477623621809687</id><published>2010-06-22T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:07:50.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCDCr-zXfhI/AAAAAAAABwM/BIrO5eE-x7c/s1600/Picture1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCDCr-zXfhI/AAAAAAAABwM/BIrO5eE-x7c/s320/Picture1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how the simplest things in life can actually make me go "hey, life isn't so bad after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 assignments due next week. wed-friday respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCDDOJjFp3I/AAAAAAAABwU/k2IXrw8iH4s/s1600/Picture2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCDDOJjFp3I/AAAAAAAABwU/k2IXrw8iH4s/s320/Picture2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are the things that keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-1076477623621809687?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/1076477623621809687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=1076477623621809687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1076477623621809687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/1076477623621809687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/screens.html' title='screens.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TCDCr-zXfhI/AAAAAAAABwM/BIrO5eE-x7c/s72-c/Picture1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-2239551650352463089</id><published>2010-06-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:19:05.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBzfV2CUNvI/AAAAAAAABwE/A_36jyo4Bek/s1600/peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBzfV2CUNvI/AAAAAAAABwE/A_36jyo4Bek/s320/peace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;i cast all my cares upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;i lay all of my burdens down at your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;and anytime, i don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;i will cast all my cares upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks caleb. i learned something valuable today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you God. it's hard right now, but i know it is all in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-2239551650352463089?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/2239551650352463089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=2239551650352463089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2239551650352463089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/2239551650352463089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/do.html' title='do.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBzfV2CUNvI/AAAAAAAABwE/A_36jyo4Bek/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-6618812904113007491</id><published>2010-06-17T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:58:28.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one.</title><content type='html'>never in my life would i have pictured myself looking for a car. not until i got my license, that is. (: i have zero knowledge on cars though, so i kinda like just pick the pretty ones that i think look nice and make sure the price is right. although i won't be driving alone too soon (i just got my license today, do the math!) i still think it's fun looking at cars. i wont get all attached like the guy does, but i just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this should be the 34289th time i've complained about assignments already. but the workload is just growing and finals is coming and i just want to cry. it's like i finally finish one thing and another mountain pops out of absolutely nowhere. grrrr if i wasn't so bent on doing journo i wouldn't even bother to go through with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are also a million and one movies i want to watch. sadly, i have so much &lt;strike&gt;bull &lt;/strike&gt;work to deal with i don't even dare say i want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this year's world stage lineup absolutely blows compared to last year, seriously. how can you beat BoysLikeGirls, Raygun, Pixie Lott, HOOBASTANK, THE ALL AMERICAN REJECTS and kasabian? mtv world stage last year was the bomb and i don't think this year's one will be off the hook. i don't know why i'm bothered about trying to win tickets anyway. haha. boy am i weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so busy even the world cup can't faze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-6618812904113007491?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/6618812904113007491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=6618812904113007491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6618812904113007491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/6618812904113007491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/one.html' title='one.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-9160022768927646962</id><published>2010-06-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:35:18.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses.</title><content type='html'>happily remodeled my blog header. it's nothing extravagant but i like it. i like happy colourful stuff as long as it's not OTT. i don't like sparkles, i don't like glitter, i don't like weird flower motifs and i don't like clothes with jarring colourful combinations. whatever it is, i like my blog colour. one of my favourites (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjCD9U9Y5I/AAAAAAAABvk/L-9Dwjouuf4/s1600/grace+053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjCD9U9Y5I/AAAAAAAABvk/L-9Dwjouuf4/s320/grace+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i miss the beach. not my blue toenails, but the beach. didn't have much time to explore while at hard rock, but i'll make sure i enjoy my time to the fullest the next time i'm at a beautiful beach with soft sand and clear sea, not the ugly ones with black sand and grey waters. yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjCkEV8jJI/AAAAAAAABvs/-b2szcDZ0ms/s1600/grace+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjCkEV8jJI/AAAAAAAABvs/-b2szcDZ0ms/s320/grace+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i miss school, i miss my friends. and i really question the annoying obvious that i'm not in the same class as meenu this year when the world cup is on. sheeeeeeesh. i'm not supporting any team, but footie talk with her was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjDGzHhs3I/AAAAAAAABv0/uQE1ueCGPlU/s1600/grace+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjDGzHhs3I/AAAAAAAABv0/uQE1ueCGPlU/s320/grace+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i miss studying for the sciences and the rush you get from last minute studying. pretty glad i don't deal with them anymore, but still. feels like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjEISXQ5zI/AAAAAAAABv8/zStalOcNFME/s1600/grace+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjEISXQ5zI/AAAAAAAABv8/zStalOcNFME/s320/grace+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tried to do my nails, and it was so epic fail. i messed up my left thumb and tried to buff it and nearly broke it. so i had to clip it off and now my left thumb is nail polishless. such a contrast to all my other epic fail nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a gazillion and one assignments due in two weeks. how crazy can FICM get? it's only foundation and i'm complaining so much already. hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my ramly and BR. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-9160022768927646962?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/9160022768927646962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=9160022768927646962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/9160022768927646962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/9160022768927646962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/misses.html' title='misses.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBjCD9U9Y5I/AAAAAAAABvk/L-9Dwjouuf4/s72-c/grace+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4660769732365430042</id><published>2010-06-15T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:42:01.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>my blog is blue and white now. oh the simple joys of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you get better love. praying for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4660769732365430042?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4660769732365430042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4660769732365430042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4660769732365430042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4660769732365430042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-932299355351994041</id><published>2010-06-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:08:10.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you bring me down today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I am beautiful, in every single way..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i don't know how many times i have allowed those lyrics to pass my lips but i doubt i'll ever believe that. sometimes a girl just has all those feelings inside her that don't want to come out but they still do anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have never been satisfied with the way i look. ever. whether it's my forehead or my arms or my stomach or my thighs or even my toes, i've never liked my body. and right now it's pimple attack on my face so things just don't come any worse than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;facade, much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBYpm1VQ8lI/AAAAAAAABvE/F2WwBUa3NhY/s1600/26094_sad+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBYpm1VQ8lI/AAAAAAAABvE/F2WwBUa3NhY/s320/26094_sad+face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-932299355351994041?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/932299355351994041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=932299355351994041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/932299355351994041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/932299355351994041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-you-bring-me-down-today.html' title='don&apos;t you bring me down today.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TBYpm1VQ8lI/AAAAAAAABvE/F2WwBUa3NhY/s72-c/26094_sad+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-9068773498066674170</id><published>2010-06-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:03:20.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can D-R-I-V-E.</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU GOD FOR MAKING MY DAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started out like this. woke up, had breakfast, waited for Mr.Lee to appear in his little white kancil. he arrived, i got in, smiled when i saw rachel and immediately started our usual chatter. got to the driving school and waited FOREVER for my turn cos i was stuck in the 1.30pm slot but i was there early to give moral support to rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did great rachel, you can do it next time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel went home even before i started. so i waited some more. by the time i got to the pondok i was cold and my heart beating so fast i could feel it pounding away in those little veins in my temple. somehow i made my way to the kancil and i got a pretty old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i didn't even enter the line actually. the officer just nodded and asked me to go. so i took a deep breath, switched to gear one and stepped on the oil pedal. *VROOOOOOM* and i released the clutch. after like what seemed to be forever, the car didn't start to vibrate. i stomped more on the oil pedal. *VRROOMVROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM* and the car shook, released the handbrake and sped down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a huge grin on my face. i passed the freaking hill which intimidated me for nights. i didn't sleep too well saturday night, i remember, thinking about the hill. and after that i dreamed that i passed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went on to the parking. seriously, my left foot was shaking so bad i almost started to imagine the poles falling down and hearing that dreaded sound. then i passed it. went on to 3 point turn and passed it. came out smiling so wide the officer saw me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"congrats amoi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been happier to be called amoi in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for the road exam. almost an hour i think. got into a brand new viva. the officer was super nice. i don't know if this is legal, but he gave me every single direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"belok sini." "signal left". stop sini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my engine died once. he didn't care, he just asked me to restart the car and keep going. got back to the school and i had a little mishap with my turning. it was super funny. i reversed, turned. couldn't turn and then reversed. engine died. OMG i could've died laughing there. he handed me the paper to sign. i PASSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go, success story of the girl who failed everything the first time and passed everything the second time. all thanks to God. nothing could've happened without His help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks love, for your support :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mum, dad, sis, and my other friends who kept me in prayer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so walking on cloud 9. maybe 10 or 11 actually, i'm so much happier than i thought i would be. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;today this could be, the greatest day of my life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-9068773498066674170?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/9068773498066674170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=9068773498066674170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/9068773498066674170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/9068773498066674170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-can-d-r-i-v-e.html' title='i can D-R-I-V-E.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4809779787046664028</id><published>2010-06-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:04:02.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chuckie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TAz1mNGUUYI/AAAAAAAABu0/2I1gT4-EQyI/s1600/converse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TAz1mNGUUYI/AAAAAAAABu0/2I1gT4-EQyI/s320/converse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thank you my dear chuck taylors for almost giving my left heel a blister. i sincerely thought only imitations would destroy my feet but somehow you managed to scraped my skin off anyway. thanks for not going the whole stretch or i would've died in college today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;speaking about college, i feel like the dumbest non-blonde in the world right now. can't believe i managed to get such simple stuff wrong. yeeeeeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TAz4UY22-aI/AAAAAAAABu8/KUZQqSVbfSA/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TAz4UY22-aI/AAAAAAAABu8/KUZQqSVbfSA/s320/shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i will kill for these shoes. they're white and not too high and i'm busy looking for these kind of to-die-for shoes. saw a pair of pretty decent ones in MV yesterday when i was out to get my chucks. i think they cost RM130. not too bad. if i save 20 bucks a month for half a year, those shoes are MINE. move over peep toe pumps, hello white lace-ups! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i am the epic fail of all epic fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my french manicure was an EPIC FAIL last night. i think i'll leave these jobs to the manicurists. i freaking suck at painting my nails. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if it is your will, let me be happy tomorrow. if it isn't, help me to handle it better than the way i did the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I cast all my cares upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I lay all of my burdens down at your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And anytime, I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I will cast all my cares upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4809779787046664028?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4809779787046664028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4809779787046664028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4809779787046664028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4809779787046664028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/chuckie.html' title='chuckie.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TAz1mNGUUYI/AAAAAAAABu0/2I1gT4-EQyI/s72-c/converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2384402100978713937.post-4609329495504161928</id><published>2010-06-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:56:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty in pink.</title><content type='html'>imma do me a french manicure (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the new blogger editor is cacat. or maybe i'm the cacat one and the new editor is actually better. whatever it is, i'm just a huge computer noob who wants nothing more than a new pair of white lace up ankle boots. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday all over again tomorrow. and tuesday is really my do or die day. ulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2384402100978713937-4609329495504161928?l=unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/feeds/4609329495504161928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2384402100978713937&amp;postID=4609329495504161928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4609329495504161928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2384402100978713937/posts/default/4609329495504161928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenmanuscripts.blogspot.com/2010/06/pretty-in-pink.html' title='pretty in pink.'/><author><name>thatgirl.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc0_jOIRnu8/TUzVys8fu3I/AAAAAAAAB-0/_QJEGcCYKiw/s220/DSC05074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
