<?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-1804670763418148136</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:13:05.615+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Me'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Special Day'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Wallpaper'/><category term='Tutorial'/><category term='Celebrities and Gossip'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Veoh'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='Note To Self'/><category term='College'/><category term='Other'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='University'/><category term='Langkawi'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='TV Series'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Flavours of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3133576820208181781</id><published>2011-08-19T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:42:11.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a dead blog this is. I should call it the closed chapter instead. Actually, I just recently open a new blog. But it's kinda a private blog for myself. So no one can read it. Why am I even mentioning this here? Oh, I don't know. Just wanted to post something here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Update? Oh, nothing much. Just being a sourpuss lately. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3133576820208181781?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3133576820208181781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3133576820208181781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3133576820208181781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3133576820208181781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-dead-blog-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7199171878936825732</id><published>2011-03-31T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:20:21.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jmj3K7_nmXM/TZRF2eX2ExI/AAAAAAAABKI/g9e07ZW6x6A/s1600/unifi.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jmj3K7_nmXM/TZRF2eX2ExI/AAAAAAAABKI/g9e07ZW6x6A/s400/unifi.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590169839641957138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is this? I don't recognise it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZOMG! It's my downloads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hell yeah! Hope none of my housemates see this. Else they're gonna be pissed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, my landlord just got us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;unifi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm an easily amused child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7199171878936825732?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7199171878936825732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7199171878936825732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7199171878936825732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7199171878936825732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sorry-can-you-repeat-that.html' title='I&apos;m sorry. Can you repeat that?'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jmj3K7_nmXM/TZRF2eX2ExI/AAAAAAAABKI/g9e07ZW6x6A/s72-c/unifi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4250811095002512970</id><published>2011-03-30T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:53:15.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Are you a cat person or a dog person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just thought I could bitch a little before I go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I think I'm both but if I must choose then I would say I'm more of a cat person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do people always say "the crazy cat lady" and never "the crazy dog lady"? This question got me searching for the difference in characteristics between a cat person and a dog person on the internet. People really do do &lt;a href="http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/purebred_dogs/15590"&gt;researches&lt;/a&gt; on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"CAT PEOPLE are introverted, self-concious, secretive, sensitive. They tend to be interested in quieter pursuits like reading, watching movie and videos, music, etc. They are homebodies, or like to go to quiet places. They like their creature comforts and although they expect people to notice them, they tend not to boast, preferring to draw attention to themselves in less direct ways. They tend to have a small circle of close friends rather than a larger group."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not gonna say anything about dog people for now. Too tired. I think what it's said it's kinda true. I'm a very secretive person. I don't like people knowing my business. Interest in quieter pursuits, totally right. Go to quiet places, bingo. The next part about expecting people to notice them but tend not to boast, I find this very true too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I think my room mate is a dog person. Like she likes to go out a lot and I mean A LOT. She just loves to talk. Yes, LOVES. Sometimes I almost feel like we can't get along. Like when she asks me about my feelings. I don't like talking about my feeling. Sometimes I'm not even sure how to feel. Stop making me talk about my feelings please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's my mood swings talking. I'm a very bitter person these few days. I wish some people would just get off my back sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway.... Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4250811095002512970?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4250811095002512970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4250811095002512970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4250811095002512970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4250811095002512970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-cat-person-or-dog-person.html' title='Are you a cat person or a dog person?'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2086592346207801616</id><published>2011-01-29T22:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:31:47.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Those were the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mum told me this yesterday and I still have totally no memories of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stopped taking the chinese subject when I got into secondary school. I hated it. My primary school teacher caned those who did every little mistake. Like, if you get more than a certain number of questions wrong, she'll cane you. I was always so scared. I memorised everything and I still get caned most of the time. I even got punished this one time when I forgot to bring one of my books. What do you call that thing where you squad down and stand up with your hands holding your ear lobes? Anyway, I was punished to do that a hundred times. I was a weak little 10 year-old. I cried half way through it. Crazy school but totally normal in Malaysia. According to my friends in uni, I had it lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway...... I made up my mind to drop the chinese subject the second I stepped out of primary school. We had a choice to take up the subject or not. So why would I, right? "It's your chinese heritage!" blah blah blah. That's what people always tell me. Whatever! Most of my friends signed up for the chinese class. The teacher asked who else from Chung Hwa did not sign up. One of my classmates from primary school who was this real busy body told the teacher about me. So the teacher asked her to ask me to go see her. The busy body came to tell me and I just nodded and said okay. When I got home, I told my mum the teacher wanted to see me. After a week or so, my mum asked if I'd gone to see her. And guess what my answer was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It's her who wants to see me not I."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ended up not seeing her. I would give my 13 year-old self a slap in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Random Thought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"The worst part about painting my nails is that I have to paint with my left hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"This blog is getting so bimbo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2086592346207801616?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2086592346207801616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2086592346207801616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2086592346207801616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2086592346207801616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2011/01/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8432902144105941585</id><published>2011-01-07T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:04:13.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note To Self'/><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I just got my hair done this afternoon and I'm not happy with it at all! I was hoping for wavy hair but I got these crazy curls! IT'S A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WAVY HAIR AND CURLY HAIR! I'm so sad right now. And I cost me (my mum, actually) RM200! Fuck! I washed it right after I came home and then another time later in the evening. And it's still crazy curly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a bad feeling about it when she said she was gonna do digital perm for me. This digital perm didn't turn out right the last time I did it. But then I saw her using thicker curlers. Then I thought maybe it won't be like last time. In the end, it turned out just about the same! Fuck! Should have refused to do digital perm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried tying it, clipping it, wearing it in a bun... All of it still looks like shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm going to Kuching tomorrow with this ugly shit hair! I'm so sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note to self : Never ever do digital perm ever again! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8432902144105941585?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8432902144105941585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8432902144105941585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8432902144105941585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8432902144105941585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2011/01/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8998674880844012690</id><published>2011-01-05T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:28:39.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rawr! I changed my blog title and I'm hating it. Sounds cheesy! But I like what I did with my header. Purrty, ain't it? I'm so full of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8998674880844012690?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8998674880844012690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8998674880844012690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8998674880844012690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8998674880844012690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2011/01/rawr-i-changed-my-blog-title-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4687316388088136283</id><published>2011-01-05T01:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:21:51.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>365 days to make a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what? I've decided that I'm gonna set myself some resolutions after all! For the sake of posting something on my blog. No, seriously. I really need to do something about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Work harder when I get back to school!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm possibly the laziest person in the whole uni! I get easily distracted. And I have this huge ego that keeps me from asking questions when I don't understand something. Or is it just the lack of ability to come out with a question? Okay, all of that go away. I shall do my very best this year. I'm going in to my second year now. No more joking around. Must not fail another subject. Oh yeah, I did better this sem. I'm happy with my result. Can't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stop procrastinating!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I procrastinate like crazy all the time it's ridiculous. This is kinda related to my last resolution. I would say, "Oh, it's no big. I'll study tomorrow. Tonight I'm watching a movie." And I never did the next day. There's always a tomorrow. No more tomorrows! Do it now! Just yesterday I said I wanted to get my hair done before I go to Kuching and I moved it to the next day again, which is today. But the salon wasn't open. Damn... Consequence faced. Going again tomorrow or I won't be getting my hair done before my trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lose some weight! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I wanna weigh like 47-48 kg. (Yes, I now weigh more than that!) Just nice. How? I don't exercise. Should I? Maybe make it as one of my other resolutions. Nahh... Who am I kidding! Anyway, I'm thinking of one meal per day when I get back to school. Is that crazy? I tried to before for a few months. I drank a cup of milo every morning before I went to class. I don't count that as a meal, by the way. Then, I only eat dinner after that. Maybe some sandwiches in between. Really unhealthy eh? That's how a lazy person lose weight. If I even joined Biggest Loser, I'll probably be the first one to get eliminated. Let's hope I would never need to join something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; Make more friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since some of my friends are leaving this year (and some not even sure yet), I should be making new friends, shouldn't I? Don't worry, I won't forget about those going away or at least I'll try. For some obvious reasons, I give off the first impression of a quiet person. Well, I guess I am compared to some people. But I can be pretty talkative when you get to know me and when I'm comfortable around you. Some people said I'm random. Hmm... Am I? Anyway, I wanna make more friends. People in my course all seems pretty friendly. I like to think all people are before I really get to know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take off my braces!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I can't really control this one, can I? Will more appointments matter? I still don't know when I'll be taking these damn braces off. I hope it's before the end of the year. But I'm guessing it's too much to hope for with the condition of my teeth before I put them braces on. Horrible is an understatement. Seriously. Should have put them on during my mufy year. Damn... I said wanted to but I didn't. Yeah, definitely gonna do something about that side of me, the procrastinator. Bitch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Follow my fucking resolutions!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Follow my fucking resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so these are the resolutions I can think of. Or at least those that I don't mind writing on my blog. *wink wink* Hey, aren't these my resolutions last year? Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what's your resolutions this year?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4687316388088136283?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4687316388088136283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4687316388088136283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4687316388088136283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4687316388088136283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2011/01/365-days-to-make-difference.html' title='365 days to make a difference'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-847915492760616711</id><published>2010-12-31T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:25:23.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Langkawi'/><title type='text'>Hey, it's new year's eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, my god! I can't believe I've left my blog unattended for so long and with that sad post as my last post! I've been home for a little more than a month now and I've been... well, almost not sad at all. Talk about out of sight, out of mind. I'm such a bitch. I don't know what I'm trying to say either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, it's new year's eve! Should I be starting to list out my new year's resolutions now? Nah... I never seem to actually follow them. Maybe one of my resolutions should be, "Follow new year's resolution". Guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've met some of my old friends. Real good to see them again. We get along better than we used to back in high school. I guess we all are living different lives now and it makes us a little more open minded. We have more things to talk about, to catch up and all. I like it. :D And some of my friends, still not really fitting in with. No likey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm thinking of changing my blog title. Okay, my observation. Most blogs' (or most Malaysian blogs', at least) titles have the word "life", "world" or something similar. So does mine. And I'm changing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, going out in a few. I need to curl my hair. Hate my hair so much! I'm going to get my hair done soon I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-847915492760616711?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/847915492760616711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=847915492760616711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/847915492760616711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/847915492760616711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-its-new-years-eve.html' title='Hey, it&apos;s new year&apos;s eve!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-9111051097893897139</id><published>2010-11-17T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:54:12.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Sad face :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, the sad post. I'm kinda sad that next year a few of my friends I've know since the early months I came here are leaving to study abroad. I get along with them. It always takes me time to really get along with people. I'm really quiet around people I don't really know. The first impression I always give out is that I'm a quiet person. I'm actually not. I talk a lot  around people I'm comfortable with. I'm going into the second year and most people have already formed groups. In the hostel I mean. I'm gonna be so lonely. I know I should go socialized more. But damn, I'm still sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I don't wanna write too much in this matter. I don't really know how I feel. Maybe I'm just being selfish. Bro has friends that he'd known since his first year in Monash and they do everything together. They stayed in Malaysia the first year together, then exchanged to Australia together and come back again for the last year. And now they're gonna do their masters together next year. I wish I have somebody with all the same plans as I do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-9111051097893897139?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/9111051097893897139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=9111051097893897139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/9111051097893897139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/9111051097893897139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-face.html' title='Sad face :('/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4906265240767509326</id><published>2010-11-17T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:33:44.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Yummy in My Tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yay! Exam's over! I'm so happy. Though the last paper was unexpectedly hard. I'm kinda worried. Please don't let history repeat itself again. I really won't be able to handle it this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been having a great time these few day. Right after our last paper. We went straight to David's place for a barbecue party. David's place was gorgeous. Love the housing area. Had the barbecue out in the park beside the lake or whatever you call it. We realized barbecuing is harder than it looks. TV's a lie! okay, not funny. We went back to David's place for a sleepover. We played PS3, Twister, Monopoly Deal and some of the guys got hooked with that Civilization 5 game. I slept at about 7.45am to 9.00am. Got woken up a few times by the others playing PS3 again in the morning and Timothy playing the piano! Didn't get much sleep. Went for breakfast and back to the condo afterwards. I slept for another 1 hour and went out to Pyramid for dinner and a movie. Caffeine kept me up throughout the movie. Otherwise I would be sleeping in the theatre and bye bye RM14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been spending a lot on food lately and I've been eating so much! I'm constantly feeling bloated. And now I just keep having a crave for food even though I'm not hungry. I went to Bubba Gump, Tony Roma's and Chili's. Oh, my fucking god! What am I doing spending so much on food when that money could've been spent on better cause, like shopping?! It's okay... I'm going to Bangkok on Monday with my family! Can't wait! We're staying on the tallest building in Bangkok or so I'm told it is, with a restaurant on the top floor which mum said she's bringing us there. Wheee!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Klang for their famous Bak Kut Teh just now. Wanted to try the Bak Kut Teh there in ages now and I finally got it! Then went ice skating. I love ice skating. It's the one thing I'm better than most of the people I know. Haha! But no, that's not the reason I like it. Wish the ice rink is ten times bigger though. The skates made my feet hurt like hell right now. Ouch! Then we went to the Toilet Bowl cafe. The concept of the shop is well.... Toilet! The food ain't that good but the place was pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, yeah. I'm going to Pulau Pangkor and Ipoh tomorrow! Yay! Hope I don't spend too much again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'm gonna write another post now. An emo one. Cause I'm kinda sad about next year and really not looking forward to it at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Should I eat some instant noodle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Instant noodle... Instant noodle... Instant noodle... Instant noodle..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4906265240767509326?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4906265240767509326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4906265240767509326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4906265240767509326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4906265240767509326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/11/yummy-in-my-tummy.html' title='Yummy in My Tummy'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2400436313295119820</id><published>2010-11-01T03:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T04:01:46.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>All in one sock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learnt a new idiom (if that's what you called it) : Get your shit in one sock. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's something like pull yourself together. Yep, that's what I'm gonna do. I wanna go into my second year. I don't wanna be left behind. I don't think I can take another failure for my first year. I'll totally crush me. I just know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just sat for my physics paper a few days ago. It was good. I think I'm happy with how I did. I remember waking up that morning feeling like it was a good day. Maybe it's just all in my mind. But I have not feel that way in ages. Let's hope I get the same feeling again this Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents have been really supportive and encouraging. Yeah, they hugged me when I was crying my eyes out the other day I found out I've failed one subject. My friends said they can't believe my parents did that and that their parents would have scolded the crap out of them. I love my family! I really don't wanna disappoint them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MUST MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*slaps own face*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I love love love love love Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I love love love love love Matthew Rhys!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Okay, I really need to stop watching all those series"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2400436313295119820?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2400436313295119820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2400436313295119820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2400436313295119820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2400436313295119820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-in-one-sock.html' title='All in one sock!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3515150239542042386</id><published>2010-10-27T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:42:33.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I Heart Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all love our Facebook, don't we. So this is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get likes and comments on your facebook status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write stuff about sex&lt;/span&gt;. People love that for some reason. They would think you're really open-minded to write stuff about that and guys would comment on it so people can think they're equally open-minded. While the girls would write stuff like "euw...!" or "you're disgusting!" but inside they think about stuff like that too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write really emo stuff&lt;/span&gt;. For example, a few of the most common emo statuses of all, "Life sucks!", "I hate my life!" etc. People would like it, meaning their lives suck too... Or so they think. Comments for this kind of status would be, "my life sucks too!", "I know how you feel :(" or for some people trying to be friendly and considered "Cheer up!" For most of those self-proclaimed hopelessly romantic people, they like to write how they've their heart broken by someone. This usually attract all the other hopelessly romantic people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write really sentimental stuff&lt;/span&gt;. For instance, a total contrary of what's above "Life is beautiful". Or this can easily be done with quotes by famous people. You don't need to write "-quote by Mr. Blah blah" or whatever. Just take all the credit and make it as if you wrote it yourself. Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This one not everyone can do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to be pretty or handsome or popular&lt;/span&gt;. People trying to kiss beautiful people's asses would automatically like or comment your status. It doesn't matter what you write. You can write "sdfhgsjhsdgf" for all that matters, people will still like or comment your status if you're one of the beautiful people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Sigh.... Exam starts tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Study, bitch!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3515150239542042386?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3515150239542042386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3515150239542042386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3515150239542042386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3515150239542042386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-heart-facebook.html' title='I Heart Facebook'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6628984181395358594</id><published>2010-10-23T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:37:10.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'm a sad person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while now since I last posted something. I'm sad to say this is going to be yet another sad post of the sad sad me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exam's coming in 5 days. I'm still struggling. It's because I've been slacking the whole semester. I hate myself for that. HATE! My roommie asked me the other day how it's like to fail a subject cause she has a feeling that she'll fail one of hers this sem. I couldn't tell her how I feel. It sucks real bad. She even said "I wanna try failing a subject once to see how it feels. No offence." Actually I was offended. I cried for half an hour in front of my parents when I knew I failed my physics. I've been feeling sorry for myself for months and I still do now. I guess I just can't take failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know dad really wants me to be an engineer and I really want to be one just like him. But I just keep feeling like I just can't do it, like I'm not cut out for this. But I don't wanna stop know. I'm not sure if I'm even interested in this field from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to stop thinking this way. I want to finish what I started! I really really do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm so depressed lately...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Sigh...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6628984181395358594?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6628984181395358594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6628984181395358594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6628984181395358594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6628984181395358594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sad-person.html' title='I&apos;m a sad person'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-931834233726818999</id><published>2010-09-30T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T03:38:17.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm trying to blog from my phone but all I type is the title. Sad.. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-931834233726818999?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/931834233726818999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=931834233726818999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/931834233726818999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/931834233726818999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-trying-to-blog-from-my-phone-but-all.html' title='I&apos;m trying to blog from my phone but all I type is the title. Sad.. :('/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8905452836632268660</id><published>2010-09-07T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:25:04.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Those Awesome Taste Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit I'm not a food lover and I'm not ashamed of it. I don't believe in spending so much money on food. I don't care if I never taste that something everybody's raging about how good it is. I really don't care. "Oh, it's good? Okay." I believe all the money I spend on food can be even better invested on something that actually last longer than the time between toilet breaks. Clothes for instance. You buy it, you wear it, people see it, they like it, you wash it and you wear it again. While food...? You eat it, and you shit it out. Maybe occasionally you can treat yourself to a nice meal and enjoy it. I'm fine with that. But why must somebody constantly have good, expensive food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not being a food lover doesn't make me materialistic and it doesn't make lesser of a person than you. It doesn't mean "you're missing out on life". Well, when did you become a life expert? While being a food lover doesn't make you all sentimental. What are you gonna do what your "awesome" taste buds?  "Oh, I came here before. The food was really good." Oh, wow. Really informative. I'm so impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I need to know is what I like and what I don't. I'm just that kind of person who could eat one food for the rest of my life and wouldn't mind about it. Okay, maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;*Random Thought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"Holy fuck, man. Do you need to skip while telling me that in that god awful tone of a voice?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"Do people seriously sound like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're really nice. But some personal space would be even nicer."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Argh! When will you mind your own fucking business?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, hey. My MiniPod thingy is working."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8905452836632268660?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8905452836632268660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8905452836632268660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8905452836632268660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8905452836632268660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/09/those-awesome-taste-buds.html' title='Those Awesome Taste Buds'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4704671090109623904</id><published>2010-09-04T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:02:24.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>Colour Preference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why am I changing my blog link so that some people can't read it? It's a blog for christ's sake. I'm changing it back. Back to my post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reasons, I get kinda annoyed when people say racist remarks. Even if it's not about my race, I still get a little pissed off inside. Why do people do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, there's this steamboat restaurant near where I'm staying now and most of the time it's filled with malays. I don't know, maybe because it's one of the few halal steamboat restaurants in this area. Me and my friends went there like once and never gone back. And when asked why, my answer would be because the food there is not so good. It's true. I could make my own steamboat at home and taste just as good. Why waste the money? But some other people's answer would be "there are a lot of malays there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, what the hell? It's not because of the fact that a lot of malays are there that we don't go there. You can take out all the customers and we still wouldn't go there. It's the fucking food! Why do people say things like that? And it is always these kind of people who get offended when other races did the same thing to their race. So, you can make rude remarks about other people's races and people can't do just the same to you? Why must people insult the whole race when it's one individual being offensive to them? Not everybody of the same race is the same. Fucking stereotypes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I grew up in a place where my race is just the minorities. Everyone gets along just fine. My grandma once told me a story about my great grandma. My great grandma came to Malaysia when she was only 16 and she was one of the only few Chinese in Langkawi. She used to give food to those that were hungry, most of them local malays. And when the Japanese came to the island, they helped her and her family hide and kept them safe. Why can't people be like that? Helping each other instead of dissing each other. Fine, if you don't wanna help, just stop with the fucked up remarks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'll mend myself before it gets me~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Argh! Back pain!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4704671090109623904?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4704671090109623904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4704671090109623904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4704671090109623904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4704671090109623904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/09/colour-preference.html' title='Colour Preference'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6284479566176203773</id><published>2010-08-13T02:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T03:03:52.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Meaty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, the past few posts have been me being a total emo. I'm gonna emo a little bit more and I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see... I still hate talking about it. There are still people who ask me, "hey, don't you have PSA?" or "Aren't you in the same class as the rest?" or "What class do you have now?" (when I have to go to physics class). Rawr! I just hate answering them. I hate answering people who aren't that close to me, who still doesn't know what happened after 3 weeks, who I'm embarrassed to say this to. Can people just stop asking me? Sigh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, enough emo vibe for this post. I donated blood again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TGRB-v4mcCI/AAAAAAAABH8/sXL9qaEGsZM/s400/Image0293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504597190815150114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look dead in this picture. This time I got a little bit dizzy half way through the process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TGRB-zV_buI/AAAAAAAABIE/VFP2vcOxj7A/s400/Image309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504597191743729378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;And my big bag of blood! That sounded kinda wrong. Shi Ying donated with me. She was totally calm. The girl sitting opposite me in the picture is her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I felt great after donating blood. The thought that I'm helping people made me feel great. I've been the one getting help lately (in my studies, that is and I'm eternally grateful) and finally when it's the other way around is great. Even though it's two totally different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;And I can conclude that there are no vampires in the uni. If there are, they would have been flipping. Wonder what happens when vampires are around girls who are having their periods... Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWHO..... It's 3 in the morning. I should go to bed. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Fake mashed potatoes taste just as good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"If people see what the heck I'm doing they would have thought I have no life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Can somebody please slap me in the face?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6284479566176203773?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6284479566176203773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6284479566176203773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6284479566176203773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6284479566176203773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/08/meaty.html' title='Meaty...'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TGRB-v4mcCI/AAAAAAAABH8/sXL9qaEGsZM/s72-c/Image0293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6273752499681853468</id><published>2010-08-02T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:56:06.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Her Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was stuck doing my online quiz just now and it was probably one of the easiest quizzes I have this sem. What's wrong with me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been doubting myself a lot lately, wondering if I chose right when I chose Engineering. Sometimes I feel like my brain just can't think Engineering and it gets so frustrating. It's only been 2 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shouldn't let this self-doubt get to me. I have friends who are willing to help me. I need to put my ego aside and accept all the help I can get. I should go to the library and borrow books. I need a timetable, which I should follow strictly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As to explain my post title, I'm listening to the song "Her Diamonds" by Rob Thomas. The diamonds mean tears in the song. Don't worry. I'm not crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;*Random Thought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;"Where the hell is my wallet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;"Do you even bother?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6273752499681853468?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6273752499681853468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6273752499681853468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6273752499681853468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6273752499681853468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/08/her-diamonds.html' title='Her Diamonds'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2678912951752864575</id><published>2010-07-31T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:32:11.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Feels numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been two weeks since school started. Emotional two weeks. This is why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reason, I've been so self-conscious lately. Ever since I got in to Monash actually. Failing a subject in the first sem of my degree got me even more self-conscious. Are they gonna think I'm dumb? Are they gonna look down on me? I didn't tell any of my coursemates. I tried asking for the overloading, which is taking an extra subject. But Dr Lan wouldn't give me the approval. He said he'd given people his approval to overloading and they did even worse and that having to learn 4 new subjects along with an old one is going to be tough. So, I didn't get the approval sadly cause I think I can cope with all of it. I had to drop one of my subjects. I chose to drop PSA (Process System Analysis). PSA is more to Chemical Engineering and I'm not even close to doing that next year. I've been attending my PSA classes for the first week and I suddenly stopped for the second week. So my friends thought it was weird and asked me. So I had to tell them. Some of my friends still didn't know but when they asked me why, I just wanna jump out of the nearest window. But my friends have been kinda supportive. I'm okay (or at least I'm acting okay for now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I usually come out hard or shy or boring when people first started to know me. I almost think I have social phobia sometimes. Not the serious one thought. But I think I can open up more to my coursemates now that we have almost all the same classes. I know. Took me long enough. I really need to do something about myself. Open up more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope I can do better this sem. Failing one subject is the kick in the ass I really needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Hungry. So hungry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm a social retard!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2678912951752864575?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2678912951752864575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2678912951752864575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2678912951752864575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2678912951752864575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/07/feels-numb.html' title='Feels numb'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3807025848121969229</id><published>2010-07-30T13:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:13:31.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, my friends were telling our other friends that my birthday's on the 27th of August and they're thinking of surprising me by going to Cameron Highlands. I was acting like I wasn't in the room when they talked to her through the phone. And no, my birthday's not on the 27th of August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I, for one, don't like birthdays. My own birthday, that is. The happiest birthday I had was probably when I was 6 and I can't even remember half of it. Things happen on my birthday for some reasons. Like exams! During my high school years, exams always just &lt;i&gt;coincidentally&lt;/i&gt; fell on my birthdays or some days close to it. I remember PMR started on the day after my birthday. I was burying myself in books. And one year, my two of best friends were fighting over something so small that it was ridiculous and it was so awkward when we were out on my birthday. And one year I found out my cat was not coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there's one "tradition" in Langkawi that the birthday boy/girl has to treat his/her friends to a meal or something. The person has to worry about money on their birthday? That doesn't even make sense. One year, I was worrying about what to do on my birthday cause my friends were expecting me to invite them to some fancy place for MY birthday and pay for it. Oh, yeah. In return, their friends give presents. I have never receive gifts that I actually love on the birthdays. What am I suppose to do with a teddy bear/night light/diary? Okay, I really shouldn't complain about what people give me as presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The point is, I really don't like my birthday. Maybe cause of all the things that had happened on that date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Happy birthday, Steph!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, too gloomy of a post to wish somebody a happy birthday on? Sorry."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3807025848121969229?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3807025848121969229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3807025848121969229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3807025848121969229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3807025848121969229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6021053619270498485</id><published>2010-07-19T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:28:59.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, my last post say it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I so don't wanna go to school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People questioning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Questions I really don't want to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Answers so obvious from the look I'll let out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks people are gonna give me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S THE LAST THING I WANT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so depressed. I really don't wanna go to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would things have been different? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it didn't happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I didn't let it distract me so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you had just waited one week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I truly believe so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I miss my family already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6021053619270498485?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6021053619270498485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6021053619270498485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6021053619270498485'/><link rel='self' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I don't fucking wanna go back to school!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm finally at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where I can just be myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With the people I love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not being judged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Without a care in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8963415684791986539</id><published>2010-06-27T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:08:41.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Exam's Over, bitches!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I tell you that exam's over? Well, EXAM'S OVER!!!!! And I'm so freakin' happy. Okay, here's what I did after the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We wanted to eat Jogoya but then it's at KL and our exam ended at 4.40pm and it would be traffic jams everywhere. So we decided to go to Empire Shopping Gallery to eat at Chili's! There were 15 of us. Okay, I'm gonna name all of us now just to make the post longer :D (Girls) Shirley, Xin Ying, Ai Ying and me (Boys) Chern Xi, Jiun Jie, David, Hesmond, Kevin, Timothy, Liam, Calvin, Lam, Makarios and CC. And guess what? Since there were so many of us, it was hard to get a big table. We waited for 2 hours. 1 hour in waiting, some of us thought of going to Rakuzen since it's only 1 floor above Chili's. But then the other half of us thought that since we'd already waited for 1 hour we didn't wanna let it go in just like that. Then we ended up waiting another hour. Anyway, I thought the Chili's there was better than the one at Mid Valley but the Chili's at KLCC is still so far the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went shopping with Lim Yee. Chuan bought us (Lim Yee, Ah Pei, Billy and me) to Mid Valley for lunch at Madam Kwan's. But we didn't get to shop there cause the boys are going to play dota at the Cyber Cafe. Guys and their Dota! Ugh! Chuan left us at Sunway Pyramid while they went to play dota with some other friends. We walked around the mall for four hours! And in the wrong shoes too, both of us. Tiring. But I bought a dress! My first dress!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just yesterday, me, Ching Ye, Jane and Chern Xi went to Taman Pertanian/Bukit Cahaya in Shah Alam. It's some sort of a recreation park. We went cycling there. There are other stuff to do there, like fishing, paintball, some more extreme stuff like flying fox and those kind stuff. It was awesome. I was gonna say "I'll post up some pictures for you soon." but I know I won't like always so I'm not gonna bother. I'll post it up on facebook. Where was I? Oh, yeah. It was awesome. We had to cycle up hill along some route but the best part is when we went down hill. We went so fast!! Awesome feeling with the wind in your hair. Today, my body is aching everywhere. Actually it's just my arms that are hurting. Weird right? People cycle with their legs! No, here's the thing. I went to move the rest of my stuff from Suriamas. I went alone so I didn't get any help. I had to carry all my stuff myself and it was heavy. So, my arms are aching now. Surprisingly, my legs aren't hurting that much. In fact, they're not aching at all. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what I did in the last 3 days after the exam. Today, I'm staying in my room, cleaning up the god awful mess and resting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm so happy everything's settled and over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Though I don't think I can look at you the same anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8963415684791986539?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8963415684791986539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8963415684791986539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8963415684791986539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8963415684791986539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/exams-over-bitches.html' title='Exam&apos;s Over, bitches!!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3532232817808414598</id><published>2010-06-23T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:11:44.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not a dream exactly. I had a nightmare this morning. I was in some sort of a tower, on the bottom floor. I shut the door so my brothers couldn't come in. They were pounding on the door. I went into a room where my grandma and her friends were staying. My grandma told me that me and my brothers were making a racket downstairs and that we woke her and her friends up. I apologized and told her we'll be quiet. I got out of the room and I saw a glimpse of somebody's legs, walking up to the next floor. I ignored it. I walked down the stairs. Barely reaching the next lower floor, a little girl with short hair wearing a red dress came up to me from behind. I turned my head and she was smiling at me. She took out a knife and dashed at me. She tried to stab me. I screamed from the top of my lungs. I thought grandma would come out of the room cause I knew she could hear me but no one did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.... that's when I woke up. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard. Scariest dream I've had in years! I wonder what it meant. Dreams mean something, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;*Random Thought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"Can't wait till all this crap is over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"Inconsiderate assholes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3532232817808414598?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3532232817808414598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3532232817808414598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3532232817808414598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3532232817808414598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2560207671497368171</id><published>2010-06-20T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:30:10.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'm okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm okay. 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I'm okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don't think I am"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2560207671497368171?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2560207671497368171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2560207671497368171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2560207671497368171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2560207671497368171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-okay.html' title='I&apos;m okay'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-410079166084942289</id><published>2010-06-14T01:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:42:20.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Design? Yeahhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm loving the new design thing blogspot has now. I honestly have no idea how to make my own theme despite how badly I wish I do. I just don't get all these codes stuff. Bleh! Finally I can do something about my totally plain blog. Ain't it pretty now? No? But... But... But flowers! Fine... I'm still happy with it. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"DANGER! Blog at your own risk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I should be studying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"But blogging is fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-410079166084942289?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/410079166084942289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=410079166084942289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/410079166084942289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/410079166084942289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/design-yeahhh.html' title='Design? Yeahhh....'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4140032905305065423</id><published>2010-06-05T16:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:02:51.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>There she goes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm forgetting how it's like to live with strangers now. Only half a year and I'm already forgetting. I still haven't really met my new house mates actually. Just the girl named Irene who passed me the house keys and I'm sorry to say this but she looked kinda moody. Maybe I woke her up from her sleep? My room mate's not here. She went back home. I've met her and she seemed kinda nice. So phew. Other house mates? I still haven't met them. Hope we can get along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the awesome view from my bedroom balcony. Too bad I can't see where the shuttle bus is coming from. I can see Monash from here! And I need to stop going to the balcony, it's freakin' dusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAoTCKa4lCI/AAAAAAAABGk/OrHMLEyHhVE/s400/IMG_6792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479212824527410210" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAoTBtzt9XI/AAAAAAAABGc/wgCUCmHO8lA/s400/IMG_6791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479212816846943602" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my side of the room. Kinda messy already and kinda empty. I want my stationery box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAoU4XDhH6I/AAAAAAAABG8/kkCprO71BNI/s400/IMG_6795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479214855143628706" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAoU4AAgVRI/AAAAAAAABG0/uAl7RuOzaNQ/s400/IMG_6794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479214848956978450" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAoXNV_i1eI/AAAAAAAABHE/Jym5RyBlcdI/s400/IMG_6793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479217414659036642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The place is not bad. I only wish for friendly house mates and clean ones too. Don't really like the internet connection here. It's not wireless for a start and it's kinda slow (at least slower than my previous place). I think I may settle in here better than the previous place. Here I can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;live my life at my own pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;Wake up 1 hour before class and go to school 30 minutes before class. Sometimes 2 hours earlier to get car pool with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt; Takes 15 minutes to get to school, in a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Wake up 40 minutes before class and go to school 10 minutes before class. 20 minutes of sleep counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;Sometimes wait 1 hour for friends to finish class so can go back together and reach home two hours after class has finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Go home right away after class. Reach home 10 minutes after class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;"Where's the car?" "So, how am I going to school today?" "Oh well, guess I'll have to take the taxi AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Walk. Takes 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;Fuss about what to eat for dinner and drive around aimlessly. Reach home 1 hour after we got out. Have to walk a distance to have dinner on weekends along dark street. Dangerous for a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let's have dinner at Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay, I'm getting really sleepy right now. Lack of sleep last night. Gonna take a nap and I'm going to study tonight whole night! I promise myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks, Wui Cherng, Ching Ye and Pei Ting for helping me move my stuff and Chern Xi who wanted to help but came 3 minutes late.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Mmm hmmm... Yeah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Zeeeeeeeeeee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4140032905305065423?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4140032905305065423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4140032905305065423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4140032905305065423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4140032905305065423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-she-goes-again.html' title='There she goes again'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAoTCKa4lCI/AAAAAAAABGk/OrHMLEyHhVE/s72-c/IMG_6792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6782283826044462308</id><published>2010-06-05T02:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:31:35.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note To Self'/><title type='text'>There she goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Called landlord to ask about the private unit in Sun-U Residence. Considering moving in after exam. So called a month earlier to see if it's good and to make sure I can get the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Considering moving in before the exam cause realising a bit too late current room is not a good place to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Seriously considering it. Went to view the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Received text from the girl who showed me the place asking me if I want to move in cause there are other people interested in the place too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Decided by the afternoon. Called the landlord (before I had time to change my mind) to tell him I'm moving in before exam. Told housemate I'm moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Went to get a passport-sized photo. Got my temporary residence card. Hurt my feet from walking around too much in the wrong shoes. Finished packing by 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Moving in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving to some place new 6 days before my exams is probably the craziest thing I've done in a while. But I think this is good for me. It'll help me get my mind off some things (some things that I didn't even need to fuss about all these time but I'm probably too stupid to think straight when it's actually important!) and focus on my exams for now. Should have done it a week sooner or something. Hope I have time for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is this acting on impulse? No, this have been going through my mind for ages now. I can't remember why I agreed to move here in the first place. I said I would move in with them but then they chose the place here. It's so far from the university. Guess I didn't put much thought into it. Now agreeing back then was really acting on impulse. Or that I didn't know how to say no? I still don't. It's gonna kill me one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder what would happen if I didn't agree in the first place. What would have happened then? Would I be the one that back out at the last minute? This is what's wrong with me. I can't stand being judged badly or hated. Is that why I can't say no to people? Probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note to self: Never pack at night again. It makes you wide awake after.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"I can't wait to go home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"I'm starting to wonder if it's all just an act."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"The thought of it scares me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"Get your own sense of individuality and stop following me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6782283826044462308?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6782283826044462308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6782283826044462308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6782283826044462308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6782283826044462308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-she-goes.html' title='There she goes'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4002813042384531160</id><published>2010-06-03T18:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:12:52.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Exam Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you've got exam sickness when you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sleep a lot&lt;br /&gt;Eat a lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Or the other way around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think it's my monthly mood swings anymore. I'm freakin' stressed out lately. Exam's coming and I don't feel like I'm prepared at all. I don't know why but I can't really study in my room. Maybe it's because there's no freakin' study table?! I have to write on my bed. I don't wanna study in the living room cause for some reasons, I can't study when people are around. People I know that is. I tend to have my mind wonder off like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's another thing I can't believe I'm stressed out about. Money. I feel like I'm always ALWAYS asking my parents for money. I never had that last year. Back then, mum sometimes asked me if I had enough money cause it was so long since I last asked for money. Now, I'm always asking them for money. And I hate it. My parents don't go around pooping money. Sis is working now but the thing is, they still have to support my two other brothers. I spend more on food now. I have to take the taxi to school/back home at least once a week (just did this morning). I don't get to shop for even the littlest things like I used to. I don't even spend my money on groceries anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't wanna go around complaining about this cause I know there are other people who has even bigger financial crisis than I do. Yes, that's what I hate about people are always complaining about everything. They never think that there are other people going through worst than them. Or that there are people who can't stand listening to endless complaints. You're not the only one with problems! Other people have their own problems too. I know I'm kinda complaining right now but it's a blog. It's not like I'm complaining to other people right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just used RM300 on my braces just now. Lately, I'm actually trying to save money by eating less. I haven't eaten anything the whole day now but surprisingly, I don't feel that hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Sigh. I'll have to ask for money from mum and dad soon again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"ARGHHHH!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Fuck exams!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4002813042384531160?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4002813042384531160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4002813042384531160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4002813042384531160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4002813042384531160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/exam-sickness.html' title='Exam Sickness'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1698414772342463466</id><published>2010-06-01T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:01:37.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note To Self'/><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;STOP THINKING SO MUCH AND STUDY, EMMA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;EXAM'S COMING AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO "PREPARED". AND STOP BLOGGING, FACEBOOKING, PHOTOSHOPPING etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;JUST GET OFF THE COMPUTER, EMMA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"People seriously need to stop blaming others for everything and look at the mirror for once!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1698414772342463466?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1698414772342463466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1698414772342463466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1698414772342463466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1698414772342463466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/06/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3890072167889053936</id><published>2010-05-29T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:51:46.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wallpaper'/><title type='text'>Completed!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAD61eUGd-I/AAAAAAAABGU/ZpmHs6l8fYI/s1600/oosawa+wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAD61eUGd-I/AAAAAAAABGU/ZpmHs6l8fYI/s400/oosawa+wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476652943459907554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH MY GOD! I can't believe I finished this! I started this vector months ago. But I stopped completely after I went to Monash. The other day, I was going through my files and I found this. I did pretty good (for a beginner) half way already so why not just finish it? Here's the screen shot I used by the way =&gt; &lt;a href="http://yfrog.com/0aoosawaj"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to vector the snake. It would have looked so cool! But it's kinda beyond my capacity. I stared at my vector for so long after I finished vectoring the girl. I just didn't know where or how to start with the snake. I thought of replacing the snake with red ribbons. Then, this idea suddenly hit me. Why not wrap her around with the do not enter tape? Inspired by Lady Gaga! Woot! And ta-da! Hope you like it! Go to this &lt;a href="http://www.animepaper.net/gallery/wallpapers/latest/item105742/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to fav it if you like it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I'll try to vector the snake someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What the hell am I doing playing with photoshop when exam's coming?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"No, it's not a dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3890072167889053936?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3890072167889053936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3890072167889053936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3890072167889053936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3890072167889053936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/05/completed_29.html' title='Completed!!!!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TAD61eUGd-I/AAAAAAAABGU/ZpmHs6l8fYI/s72-c/oosawa+wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-636619520879751495</id><published>2010-05-17T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:43:35.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'm a snail</title><content type='html'>I'm so unmotivated lately which is bad cause exam's coming in less than a month and Dynamics is first! Somebody please motivate me. I'm killing myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Argh! I can't wait to take these braces off!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Wonder how I look with nice pretty teeth *grins*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Even though I have my own room, I still think I need more space."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-636619520879751495?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/636619520879751495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=636619520879751495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/636619520879751495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/636619520879751495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-so-unmotivated-lately-which-is-bad.html' title='I&apos;m a snail'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-951212476598345483</id><published>2010-05-10T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:14:22.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>A good Glee episode :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Okay, I'm not gonna have my random thoughts longer than my post. Oh, wait. I just did!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-951212476598345483?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/951212476598345483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=951212476598345483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/951212476598345483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/951212476598345483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3759481477289515849</id><published>2010-05-06T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:19:10.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'm type-O!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GdvFC3aiI/AAAAAAAABFk/GP90KTaV1SI/s1600/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GduiuW_cI/AAAAAAAABFc/Z8tbNwt-1Mc/s1600/Image266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GduiuW_cI/AAAAAAAABFc/Z8tbNwt-1Mc/s400/Image266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467824845525286338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I donated my first packet of blood today! I'm so happy! Feel like I did something really good today. I've been wanting to do this for so long but never got the chance. It's one of the things I want to do in this life. Donate blood, CHECKED! Yay! I actually wanna do it again. I have plenty of healthy blood so why not? It could help some people who really need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first, I was nervous as shit. Even when the guy was only testing my blood, my hands were shaking. It's just the part where he poked a tiny piece of needle at the tip of my finger. I was shaking. Silly me. But then I calmed down a little bit and I wasn't shaking that much any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GbEEsMKEI/AAAAAAAABE0/DaumUlHu5S0/s400/Image268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467821916885362754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurses attending to Xin Ying and David while I watched from afar. They looked really serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GbE8lvIxI/AAAAAAAABFE/ZjvNbwZ-eMc/s400/Image270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467821931890680594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, my turn. I looked just as serious as they were. I was nervous like shit. Good thing it didn't hurt at all. The nurse was good with the needles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see the upper left corner of the picture? That's Jiun Jie holding up a book to cover his view when the nurse poked the needle in. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GbFde6QyI/AAAAAAAABFM/-4omRF0lEBI/s400/Image271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467821940720419618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My barely-filled packet of blood. I donated 350ml of blood. Wonder where my blood is going to go. Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GbFt7JaTI/AAAAAAAABFU/QJw9UTSFK7k/s400/Image272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467821945133820210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't I look happy? I was! I was really excited for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GbEiDOLQI/AAAAAAAABE8/s9EB6KEuSJs/s400/Image269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467821924766592258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David turned pale. That's for eating so little, David!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We only feel dizzy after the nurses took out the needles. The nurse made me sat at the chair for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And thanks to Chern Xi, Jiun Jie, Shirley and Ai Ying for being there. If not, I think I would be scared to death. And to David and Xin Ying for doing this with me! Let's do it again next sem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GdvFC3aiI/AAAAAAAABFk/GP90KTaV1SI/s400/Image265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467824854738102818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Sorry, I couldn't help it. Girls save the earth?! Hahahaha! Okay, I'm gonna stop laughing now.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Who the fuck gave Singaporeans the idea that they should make movies like the rest of the world? No wonder kids act like shit these days. Just look what they're showing on TV!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Yes, be rude to your parents cause according to the singaporean series on TV, teens are all effed up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"I'm hungry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"GIRLS SAVE THE EARTH!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3759481477289515849?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3759481477289515849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3759481477289515849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3759481477289515849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3759481477289515849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-type-o.html' title='I&apos;m type-O!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S-GduiuW_cI/AAAAAAAABFc/Z8tbNwt-1Mc/s72-c/Image266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2589927709819911642</id><published>2010-05-02T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:20:05.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>MUFY is easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realized quite a few people have arrived to my blog by searching for "mufy easy". I don't know if you've read my previous blog about &lt;a href="http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-mufy-was-supposed-to-be-easy.html"&gt;mufy not being easy&lt;/a&gt; but now that I've come to Monash, mufy really was easy. Damn easy. I take back everything I've said in my previous post. As long as you listen in class and do all the exercises the lecturers gave you, you can get good scores. Seriously, it's true. The lecturers really REALLY spoon feed you everything all the way. I should have been more grateful that time. Mufy even spoiled me so much I'm having a hard time now in Monash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man, I've only been awake for 2 hours and I feel like going back to sleep again. Sigh, sundays....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Why am I the one obliged to do all this shit?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Just because you do it doesn't mean everyone else has to do it too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"You and that little bubble of yours. You poor thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"Have some sense of originality already, won't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"I'm having emo random thoughts today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2589927709819911642?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2589927709819911642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2589927709819911642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2589927709819911642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2589927709819911642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/05/mufy-is-easy.html' title='MUFY is easy!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6964719670906541920</id><published>2010-04-29T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:46:36.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I can see your halo~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just watched the newest episode of Glee. Since the newest episodes of glee got on TV, I feel like it's becoming more like high school musical now and it's only the 3rd episode. Soon enough they would be dancing on table top in the school cafeteria. Oh please god, no. Rachel (Lea) only spoke like 2 lines in episode 16. I kinda needed a break from her since the last episode where she was thinking of sleeping with that whashisname from vocal adrenaline. I also needed a break from all those scene of Mr schuster and the school consoler Emma (Hey, same name!). It's kinda weird to see them together. I kinda prefer when them the last time when Schu has a wife and Emma's with whatshisname football couch but they're secretly crushing on each other. Still love all Brittany's dumb blonde jokes. Still love Sue and her craziness. I'm glad they finally included Quinn in. I was wondering what the hell she's doing sitting at the back. "Give her some lines!" and they did. Yay! Still waiting for Puck's part. It's been three episodes, give &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; some lines already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still like the old episodes better. A lot more is happening. Them performing at the assembly to get people to join. Quinn pregnant with a baby not Finn's. Meeting the other teams competing in sectionals. High on drugs (God, I love that episode). And all those blah-blah-blah's. It was always funny, exciting and all the other goodness. Loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But there's one thing. If I ever have to listen to their songs from the Volume 1 and 2 again, I swear to god I will.......! Okay, I don't know what I'll do. But I've heard those songs so many times it's driving me mad. They're just not one of those songs that you listen to a thousand times and still not get bored of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Stranded-Jennifer Paige&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; They're NOT! After the &lt;i&gt;hundredth&lt;/i&gt; time, I just wanna smash the radio/laptop/TV or whatever their song is playing on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Glee, my hope for you is not totally dead yet. So I'm ma continue watching you. Please don't turn into High School Musical cause that would be real shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I screwed my math test! The easiest mid term I had! I hate myself so much right now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Rolling, sliding, rotating, oscillating and falling under gravity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I've been blogging a lot lately"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Cute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6964719670906541920?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6964719670906541920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6964719670906541920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6964719670906541920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6964719670906541920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-see-your-halo.html' title='I can see your halo~!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6250767176465320985</id><published>2010-04-28T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:28:06.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>It's still not going away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S9hOzXBWtfI/AAAAAAAABEs/6TvLKYNBqCY/s1600/examtb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S9hOzXBWtfI/AAAAAAAABEs/6TvLKYNBqCY/s400/examtb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465204792074089970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Click to enlarge (...as if you care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Great... The exam timetable is out. Like I don't feel like crap already. I don't know why but I'm feeling really foul right now. Maybe it's just the lack of sleep and after the almost 10 hours at school but I'm locking myself in my room (&lt;i&gt;like I always do so what's the diff?&lt;/i&gt;) so I don't show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's the 8th week already and I still don't understand what I'm learning or at least what I'm trying to learn. Mid terms was bad except for math cause it was exactly the same as the sample mid term the lecturer gave but with different figures. The rest was real bad. Bad doesn't even began to describe it. Argh! I'm gonna work my ass off during this weekend. I've not been doing myself good lately. I've been so lazy and it's showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Do you know, when you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; to think of random thoughts, random thoughts don't just pop up in your head?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Some things are not even funny any more after a while."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Do you know, if you don't enter a title to your post, the date and time of your post don't show?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6250767176465320985?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6250767176465320985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6250767176465320985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6250767176465320985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6250767176465320985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/click-to-enlarge.html' title='It&apos;s still not going away!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S9hOzXBWtfI/AAAAAAAABEs/6TvLKYNBqCY/s72-c/examtb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1579533759710740874</id><published>2010-04-25T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:46:29.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I wonder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder who started to say that drinking is cool. "Man, you're lame. You can't even take a bottle of beer. I can drink a dozen of those and be as sober as ever!" When you get a big fat beer belly, come see me and we'll see who's cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder who started the thing that you're a chinese you MUST love dogs. If you don't, you're like a malay. "Euw, you like cats? You're like a malay!" Well, fuck off. I love cats to death and I'm proud of it. When I said I love cats doesn't mean that I can't love dogs too cause I love dogs to death too! It &lt;i&gt;only &lt;/i&gt;applies to this country: if you love cats, you gotta hate dogs. Cats and dogs get along too, you know? Fucking dumdass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder why some people can tease you for the rest of your life just because you did something wrong for that one time. What about the other thousand times I did something right? "Euw, what's that song you're listening to? It sounds like shit! Turn it off. You have some weird taste in music" *Plays the other 2 thousands of song that are the same as what's in the person's playlist* *Says nothing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get your head out of your ass already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Random thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I hope the rubber bands in my mouth don't snap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Why do I have to wear rubber bands in my mouth in the first place?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I want to shop so badly but I'm trying to save money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Crap, where am I gonna sleep tonight? Both my beds are messy as hell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*I Worship Lee DeWyze!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1579533759710740874?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1579533759710740874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1579533759710740874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1579533759710740874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1579533759710740874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder..'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2938325988518329</id><published>2010-04-24T16:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:44:53.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Clichés</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Treat people how you want to be treated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Respect is a two-way street.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't judge by a book's cover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Give what you take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know. These are all the clichés you hear everywhere. But they mean a lot, don't you think? I hate it when a person treat other people really mean but people can't do the same to the person. Don't expect people to respect you if you don't respect them back. Judgemental people are effed up. They don't even try to get to know somebody but they talk about badly them like they know them. So what if you heard other people said she's a bitch or that he's a cocky bastard or that you think her face looks like it's been ran over by a car? Why don't you try to listen to their side of the story for once? Some people are really nice despite what he/she looks like or what you've heard about him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally have a bad judgement of characters sometimes but not in a I-know-he's-shit-from-the-way-he-looks way. People would tell me some of the people I hang around with are bad or something but I just don't see it. Can people please stop dissing who other people make friends with? Let the person be the judge and find out him/herself.... Unless you know the person is a serial killer out for a hunt again then yeah, maybe you should step in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*Random Thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"I still need to get detergent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Shit, Dynamics test was AWFUL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"I want the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/7425/redtanktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;red tank top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I saw Santana wore in Glee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2938325988518329?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2938325988518329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2938325988518329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2938325988518329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2938325988518329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/treat-people-how-you-want-to-be-treated.html' title='Clichés'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7923222563818766929</id><published>2010-04-22T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:47:13.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Chocolate for breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fucking mood swing is making me really emotional right now. I really want to move out of here so freakin badly. I was so excited when I knew I was gonna stay with a bunch of friends. But now I realized you just can't live under the same roof with some people. I may be the same to my other housemates too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARGH!! Fucking mood swings! Begone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7923222563818766929?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7923222563818766929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7923222563818766929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7923222563818766929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7923222563818766929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-for-breakfast.html' title='Chocolate for breakfast'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-9168630141312180359</id><published>2010-04-21T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:01:00.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I do what I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't fucking care if you think I curse too fucking much cause I fucking love this shit. It helps me express my feelings shit loads. I call my friends bitch because I love them. And "Aww" is a fucking common word. I didn't made it up myself. Do you not watch english movies? Get your head out of your ass already. My point is... Suck it, bitches! Being a girl doesn't mean I can't curse all I want. As a matter of fact, you should try it. It's fucking awesome! Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-9168630141312180359?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/9168630141312180359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=9168630141312180359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/9168630141312180359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/9168630141312180359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-fucking-care-if-you-think-i.html' title='I do what I do'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3217683417201476969</id><published>2010-04-20T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:35:33.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some updates. Don't feel like writing an extra long post on what's going on around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;First of all, I got braces. On 25th of March specifically. On one of my previous posts, I said I wanted to get them and I did! Hope I'm not one of those people who had to wear their braces for 4 years. 2 is enough please. Self reminder: Ask the dentist how long I'll have to have these bloody braces on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Secondly, I got my hotmail and facebook account back. I didn't know hotmail customer service was this good. They helped me get my account back. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Latest update, just had the coolest weekend ever! Monash Extreme Sports Carnival and Pak San Hill hiking in one weekend! And now I'm so screwed cause I have a test tomorrow and I barely studied anything. Will blog about it real soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What's on my mind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Talk about overreacting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Shit, I wanna move out to somewhere closer to school so badly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I need to get detergent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Why? Because there's no unpleasant vibe in here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3217683417201476969?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3217683417201476969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3217683417201476969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3217683417201476969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3217683417201476969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-had-coolest-weekend-ever-monash.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-790934115571378379</id><published>2010-04-11T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:46:05.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Have I really been hacked?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean... WHY??!! You can't even get money from it. Or unless you wanna use my identity to do something bad. Please don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My bro went to my Facebook profile to check for any "suspicious activities". Oh, nothing suspicious there really. Except I've added a lot of people who I don't even know! Look at this! I didn't do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S8C4bjYlgeI/AAAAAAAABDk/_OO3YVkeWnY/s400/weird.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458565531867382242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been posting a lot of stuff here lately, almost everyday now, which I don't normally do. And maybe some of my friends... Wait, scratch that. Maybe the few friends who read my blog could know what had happened to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhh!! Help me! I don't know what to do. Fuck you, you bastard who did this to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-790934115571378379?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/790934115571378379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=790934115571378379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/790934115571378379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/790934115571378379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-i-really-been-hacked.html' title='Have I really been hacked?'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S8C4bjYlgeI/AAAAAAAABDk/_OO3YVkeWnY/s72-c/weird.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5809844935239692693</id><published>2010-04-09T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:49:23.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Choo Choo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFCSXr6qnv4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie the Unicorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube. Please?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, back to the topic. Call me slow but I didn't know Jimmy Choo was born in Malaysia! I thought he was born in the States or England. Haa... For a moment there, I was proud to be a Malaysian. I'm buying your shoes one day, Jimmy! One day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah! Please watch this. My current obsession: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MysteryGuitarMan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtuZvmKZ0w4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtuZvmKZ0w4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5809844935239692693?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5809844935239692693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5809844935239692693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5809844935239692693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5809844935239692693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/choo-choo.html' title='Choo Choo!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3313957611109507748</id><published>2010-04-08T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:45:37.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Incorrect Password</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S73pVVmEhLI/AAAAAAAABDc/5rx5GqVEUCQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MY EMAIL ADDRESS??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S73pVKQwbnI/AAAAAAAABDU/hpe350KOwVE/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457774873184071282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S73pUSPqfYI/AAAAAAAABDM/iO7AEEOApWc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457774858147102082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S73pVVmEhLI/AAAAAAAABDc/5rx5GqVEUCQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457774876226258098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't log in any sites where I signed up with this email address. I need my Facebook!! Without it for a day is so so so weird when I have Internet. It's driving me crazy! I can't even sign in my MSN! ARGGHHH!!! Have I been hacked? Who would hack it? It's not even worth anything. To other people I mean. And now I can't reset my email password cause I don't remember my secret answer to my secret question. And I can't reset my password by email cause I can't go into my inbox to begin with and I can't send it to an alternative email address cause I didn't enter one for this address. It's driving me nuts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3313957611109507748?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3313957611109507748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3313957611109507748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3313957611109507748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3313957611109507748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-are-you-tormenting-me-like-this.html' title='Incorrect Password'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S73pVKQwbnI/AAAAAAAABDU/hpe350KOwVE/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5751065804062827150</id><published>2010-04-07T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:07:10.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>How boredom looks like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S7tl0sFK5vI/AAAAAAAABDE/j9N2TKbPUss/s1600/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S7tlzUE6DfI/AAAAAAAABCs/MtXm8ZBWvlQ/s400/Image196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067305726512626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S7tlzrFAdAI/AAAAAAAABC0/7V0NSRpiGNc/s400/Image202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067311900947458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S7tl0f59dVI/AAAAAAAABC8/cPYRBkQTcak/s400/Image209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067326081693010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It's 3 different days. Now that I'm home I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;have to go to mum's shop everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; It feels like I forgot something if I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Haha! It's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S7tl0sFK5vI/AAAAAAAABDE/j9N2TKbPUss/s400/Image210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067329349936882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; And I found this. Written by Emily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Apparently I was from Lulian Kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5751065804062827150?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5751065804062827150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5751065804062827150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5751065804062827150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5751065804062827150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-boredom-looks-like.html' title='How boredom looks like...'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S7tlzUE6DfI/AAAAAAAABCs/MtXm8ZBWvlQ/s72-c/Image196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8895753161950879217</id><published>2010-04-06T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:17:43.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Worst Day at the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, Internet at home! It's been so many days without internet now. I had to go to starbucks and buy 2 drinks (cause my lil brother insisted he wanted to go with me) to get internet there and only got 1 and a half hour of access to the internet. My point is... YAY! INTERNET AT HOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I said home I meant HOME. In Langkawi. Well, I got back last Thursday which was April's fools day. And guess what. I missed my flight. I booked a 5.45pm flight to come back home. I was so so so sure I booked the latest flight which was at 8.05pm. When I reached the airport at 7pm, the guy at the check-in counter told me my flight was at 5.45pm. I was shocked of course. Half of me was wishing that he would jump out from his seat and say "April's fool". He printed out my booking details and that wish was dead. He told me the flight was delayed to 7pm that time. If I were just 10 minutes earlier I would have made it to that plane. So, the only way for me was to buy a new ticket and the last and only flight for that day was at 8.05pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I went to the ticket office, still hating myself so badly inside. I had to get a number and wait for my turn. And fuck, those fucking workers are fucking slow! There were 5 counters open but only 3 of them were attending to customers. I had no fucking idea what the other 2 was doing. And there were still 3 of them walking around talking and laughing. I really wanted to jump over the counter and fucking strangle them. Do you have any idea how frustrated I was at that moment? And there was this one guy with his two kids. The kids kept telling their dad they wanted to crap. The dad kept telling them to wait for a moment but they just continued saying they wanted to shit. So the dad had to bring them to the toilet. And the lady working at the counter had to wait for them to come back. This is why I hate kids. Fucking kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when it was my turn, it was already 7.30pm. I asked for a ticket for the last flight to Langkawi and the lady told me they can't sell it to me no more cause the plane is about to take off. And the next plane was the next morning and it costed RM380. I don't even have that much money on me that time. I told her to reserve to seat for me and went out. I went to look for the AirAsia ticket counter but it was closed. So I called mum and dad and.... I cried. I was scared. All alone in that giant airport with no ticket to go home. Mum and dad calmed me down, sent me some extra money just in case. And I took a taxi to LCC Terminal. The terminal wasn't even that far away and it costed me RM42.20. Fine, I can't possibly take the RM2 bus now that the last AirAsia flight was at 9.15pm and it was already 8pm then. The lady at the taxi counter asked me to jump queue cause I told her I had a flight at 9.15pm which I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reached the terminal and went to the ticket counter. I didn't even want to hope for anything after how MAS killed all my hopes of getting home that night. Thanks a lot, MAS! Good thing there weren't a lot of people lining up there. I asked for a ticket to Langkawi when I was at the counter and she just said "that will be RM200." I really really wanted to hug her that time. RM200 and I got my ticket home. That's RM180 cheaper than MAS and 11 hours earlier! I didn't eat anything the whole day since 11.30am that morning and I didn't even realise I was hungry until I got into the waiting area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm back now! AirAsia saved me. I'm so going for AirAsia next time even though the seats aren't as comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8895753161950879217?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8895753161950879217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8895753161950879217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8895753161950879217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8895753161950879217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/04/worst-day-at-airport.html' title='Worst Day at the Airport'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4682941995922485273</id><published>2010-03-23T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:12:45.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friends are always trying to finish their shit load of assignments and I'm doing nothing. I've been really lazy lately and it's gonna kill me. I have a formal lab report due next week. Maybe I should start now. Let me rephrase that. I SHOULD start now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4682941995922485273?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4682941995922485273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4682941995922485273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4682941995922485273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4682941995922485273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friends-are-always-trying-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7926248339072925524</id><published>2010-03-22T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:56:15.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>What I can't stand most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...are cockroaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't worry. I'm not gonna write about cockroaches. Euw..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, what I can't stand most is, after cockroaches, all kinds of bugs, doing chores, clean freaks, bad English, wrinkled papers, stereotypes, toilet seats left up, Miley Cyrus, rude people, animal cruelty, people who like their own facebook status.... What was I talking about again? Oh! It's this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S6dxZOIY1XI/AAAAAAAABCc/0rfWxm7q0wo/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451450552059221362" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 people like this? What the fuck is wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with you people?! Do you even have a life?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really hate it when I see people complaining about life. "Life sucks", "Life is boring", "Sick of life"... Seriously? SERIOUSLY? I hope one day you end up in the one of the poles, freezing and starving and alone then you know what "life sucks" really means! Do you know why life is so bad to you? Because you make it that way yourself. I don't believe in destiny and all those shit. Whatever this destiny is, I believe people can change theirs. Stop complaining about life and actually do something about it! I used to complaining about how sucky my life was but I was a teen that time. Teens are fucking emos and they should just suck it. And I'm ashamed to have been one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SUCK IT, DUMB ASS! Stop complaining about life! There are people with suckier life than yours but at least some of these people tried to change it, as hard as it is for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7926248339072925524?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7926248339072925524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7926248339072925524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7926248339072925524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7926248339072925524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-cant-stand-most.html' title='What I can&apos;t stand most...'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S6dxZOIY1XI/AAAAAAAABCc/0rfWxm7q0wo/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6950649881780028834</id><published>2010-03-21T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:07:26.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>What a Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I stop caring if people read my blog or not 'cause obviously people don't so I'mma continue writing all the shit I like so don't judge me, you dumb slut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a bitch? No, I'm not talking about anyone. I'm talking about PMS! Gosh, do I write about PMS a lot of what? Oh, wait. You don't read my blog. Ha! Yet again, it's the time of the month again and I'm PMS-ing. Yet again! Why? Oh, why a weekend? People are so annoying everywhere today! People are more annoying and louder this time of the month! Stop fucking telling me what to do! Stop fucking telling me how I'm doing things wrong! I don't fucking care! Tell me in a few days and maybe, just maybe, I'll care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fuck. Is this Nelly Furtado singing Broken Strings with James Morrison? It's ruined now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Listening to - "Broken Strings" by James Morrison ft. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6950649881780028834?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6950649881780028834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6950649881780028834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6950649881780028834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6950649881780028834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-bitch.html' title='What a Bitch!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7548423865721204234</id><published>2010-03-05T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:37:16.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>The Theory of University Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friends and I came up with this theory yesterday when we were at the mamak place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We know in college everything is spoon fed to us. That's what the lecturers always say and it's really true. All the notes, exercises, the lecturers provided them for us. Even taking time to make sure we all got what he/she was talking about. Yes, spoon fed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now in the university, we have to do everything ourselves. And I mean EVERYTHING. I had one lecturer who even &lt;i&gt;specifically&lt;/i&gt; told us not to ask questions during the class as it will "interrupt the other classmates' concentration" or so he said. We have to print all the notes ourselves- no surprises there. Monash gave us RM15 per sem for printing and I don't think that's even close to enough. The books are freakishly expensive. I'm still wondering if I should buy some of the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the theory is... That the lecturers just give us raw food. Whatever we do with the raw food it's none of their business. Burnt it, none of their business. Perfectly cooked it, none of their business. And I think soon enough, we won't even get the raw food but only the shopping list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, yeah. Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7548423865721204234?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7548423865721204234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7548423865721204234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7548423865721204234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7548423865721204234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/03/theory-of-university-life.html' title='The Theory of University Life'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4270611236956482150</id><published>2010-03-04T02:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:24:30.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>First week was kinda....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 2am and I have a 9am class tomorrow. But I'm totally awake right now. I was sleepy for one minute just now and I went to apply serum on my hair and I'm awake again. Fascinating, right? Gosh, I really need to stop taking afternoon naps. It's making me sleep late at night which lead to more afternoon naps the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was gonna wait till I finished my first week in uni to post this but I'm gonna do it right now anyway cause I can't sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first three days of classes weren't so bad. I got homework on the 2nd day of class and I managed to finish it even though I had no idea what I was doing half the time. I was supposed to pass up my report at 1.30pm just now. Me and Chern Xi didn't know what to write for the discussion. And guess what we did? We went to the office and grab one of our classmate's paper that was left in the box the lecturer prepared for us to pass up our stuff and read his answers. Thank you, whoever you are! You saved us. Oh, yeah. I was the only girl in my Material lab session. Awesome huh? Kinda weird too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till now, I only managed to make one new friend from my lab session. Like bro said, I should not force on things like this. So, easy come, easy go. I wanna meet more foreigners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14 minutes after I started my post: I'm sleepy. Hey! It took me 14 minutes to write this really short post. &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/1804670763418148136-4270611236956482150?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4270611236956482150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4270611236956482150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4270611236956482150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4270611236956482150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-week-was-kinda.html' title='First week was kinda....'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6611630364346392872</id><published>2010-02-04T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:14:03.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Driving makes me swear a lot. I've been only driving for 2 weeks and I don't know how much have I cursed. I nearly said fucking bastard and son of a bitch when my mum was sitting beside me in the car. But I'm loving driving! I don't need to wait for anyone to take me to places. I used to think, "man, I have to make mum or dad drive me that far and come back again? Now, I just don't feel like going any more." Now, I don't have to think about that. I just drive myself there. But I'm always at home cause all my friends are out to study! Damn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6611630364346392872?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6611630364346392872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6611630364346392872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6611630364346392872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6611630364346392872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/02/driving-makes-me-swear-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2201835607225754973</id><published>2010-01-31T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:03:47.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just realized "foyer" is pronounced as "FOU--YAY" and not "FOU-YER".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2201835607225754973?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2201835607225754973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2201835607225754973' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2201835607225754973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2201835607225754973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-realized-foyer-is-pronounced-as.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3440232504137078933</id><published>2010-01-28T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:32:09.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Time Skyrockets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow! Can you believe it? It's already the end of January. I was complaining how boring this 3-month holiday was going to be. Now I only have less than one month in this island. I didn't really do much during this holiday, did I? What an unproductive holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chinese new year's coming. And I have to go to my grandma's place back in Sungai Petani. Well, now it's my uncle and his family's place after my grandma passed away. I really don't wanna go. It's gonna be so boring. I said nothing happens in Langkawi. I take that back. It's nothing happens in &lt;i&gt;Sungai Petani&lt;/i&gt;! I wish I could celebrate Chinese new year with my other grandma (mum's mum). The last time I spent my Chinese new year with my grandma, which was my first time, was actually fun. Less ang pau's though. Sigh. The bright side is I get more ang pau's in Sungai Petani. My dad's side of the family is BIG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3440232504137078933?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3440232504137078933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3440232504137078933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3440232504137078933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3440232504137078933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-skyrockets.html' title='Time Skyrockets!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8017973488105901685</id><published>2010-01-25T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:04:20.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1xvbsrtNqI/AAAAAAAABBo/pWXKSmUv7dQ/s1600-h/123.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1xvbsrtNqI/AAAAAAAABBo/pWXKSmUv7dQ/s400/123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430337772343604898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;I got my hair done again!&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/1804670763418148136-8017973488105901685?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8017973488105901685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8017973488105901685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8017973488105901685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8017973488105901685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-my-hair-done-again.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1xvbsrtNqI/AAAAAAAABBo/pWXKSmUv7dQ/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-701764149387016476</id><published>2010-01-22T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:07:34.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't know why you seek comfort from me or ask me things when YOU NEVER EVEN LISTEN TO ME! I don't know if you're wasting your own time or mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND whenever I TRIED to talk to you when I'm feeling down, YOU ALWAYS TURN THINGS AROUND AND SUDDENLY YOU'RE THE ONE I'M COMFORTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But every time I tried to tell you otherwise when you're drowning me in your self-pity, you go looking for other people and coming back feeling better about something the other people said which are THE EXACT SAME THING I said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY DO YOU EVEN BOTHER?! PATHETIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-701764149387016476?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/701764149387016476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=701764149387016476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/701764149387016476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/701764149387016476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1932886798655177076</id><published>2010-01-21T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:27:14.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1dK2pqnNQI/AAAAAAAABBY/gd9QG2UN4Wk/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1dK2pqnNQI/AAAAAAAABBY/gd9QG2UN4Wk/s400/p1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428890178576397570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I am officially a legal driver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1932886798655177076?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1932886798655177076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1932886798655177076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1932886798655177076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1932886798655177076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-officially-legal-driver.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1dK2pqnNQI/AAAAAAAABBY/gd9QG2UN4Wk/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8406379067300006120</id><published>2010-01-20T15:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:43:57.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Dear diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found the diary I wrote when I was 15. I read through it and God, do I sound silly. You know how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;teenagers are all &lt;b&gt;emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. Well, I was that teenager too. Who isn't/wasn't? 15, that was the age when I had my first boyfriend and erm... the second one. So, yeah. I wrote a lot of stuff in it. I just realised how I hated having a boyfriend to tie me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I hope my ex's don't read this. Anyway, the first boyfriend, which I wrote most down in my diary, and I got together on Chinese New Year. Kinda funny when I think about it. According to my diary, it was all sweet the first month and I started having the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;give-me-some-space-god-damn-it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feeling after that. My brother, who was this guy's classmate, hated us together. I guess that played some part in me wanting to break up so badly with this guy. I wrote down how badly I wanted to break up. But my besties kept telling not to, saying something like he's a really nice guy blah blah blah. And this lasted for 3 months. I decided to dump him. Using all the clichés since its not so cliché when you're living in this island. His friends knew I dumped him and well, he cried. That's one thing I get to cross out from my to-do list. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Made a guy cry&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Just kidding. Anyway, his friends were giving the fake smile when we walked pass each other and the icy stare. Fuck that. Probably thought I was the witch in the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't wrote anything about my second boyfriend. But from what I remember, we only dated for one and a half month. From these 2 past experiences, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I realised that I only need one and a half month to get bored of a guy.&lt;/span&gt; Damn, I think I have issues. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;I'm never gonna get married and have kids and raise them up to be successful people and die happily in a cottage on a mountain with the most gorgeous view through my bedroom window with my dearest husband and kids by my side, holding my hands and smile upon them when I'm in heaven, seeing that I've lived my life to the fullest and that I have nothing to regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8406379067300006120?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8406379067300006120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8406379067300006120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8406379067300006120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8406379067300006120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-diary.html' title='Dear diary...'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4066859529761622047</id><published>2010-01-16T14:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:36:03.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Obsessed Li'l Fan Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm currently obsessed with 2 things : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been obsessed with American Idol since season 7 which the oh-so-awesome David Cook was in. And now season 9 is on TV! Only seen the first 2 auditions. I wanna see the real thing. Auditions are funny though. Paula Abdul has officially quit as the Idol judge as you all know and Ellen Degeneres is going to be Paula Abdul's replacement. Yay! Love her. I don't believe "replacement" is the right word. More like kick-her-ass-off-the-throne-and-take-over. Okay, skip the auditions! I wanna see Ellen as the Idol judge now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, enough Idol nonsense. Let's talk about Glee. I'm so freakin' obsessed with Glee right now. It has totally change the definition of musicals. Unlike High School Musical (Ugh!), this show makes everything look real. I mean who would sing like some crazy bitch when they're walking down the stairs? Or running on a limitless green field (OMG, ballywood much)? HSM should suck on Glee! I seen the show's commercial on TV and I wanted to watch it cause there this atress... What's her name... (Google) Oh,  Jane Lynch. Yeah, she's in it. But I only download it when bro told me it was good. Oh, yeah. The main actor, Cory Monteith, I love him! He's so cute when he smiles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1FrUN0LZZI/AAAAAAAABBQ/uY-M5FLdRMk/s1600-h/jane.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1FrUN0LZZI/AAAAAAAABBQ/uY-M5FLdRMk/s400/jane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427237021008225682" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jane Lynch. She's damn funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1FrT7Y5OGI/AAAAAAAABBI/hyP89dLGuHM/s1600-h/cory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1FrT7Y5OGI/AAAAAAAABBI/hyP89dLGuHM/s400/cory.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427237016061950050" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cory Monteith! Aww......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, no, not everyone in the show wears red.&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/1804670763418148136-4066859529761622047?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4066859529761622047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4066859529761622047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4066859529761622047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4066859529761622047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/obsessed-lil-fan-girl.html' title='Obsessed Li&apos;l Fan Girl'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/S1FrUN0LZZI/AAAAAAAABBQ/uY-M5FLdRMk/s72-c/jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1554096333411693016</id><published>2010-01-02T00:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:35:00.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Bang! Bang! Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got bangs! For the first time since I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sz4lca8kI-I/AAAAAAAABBA/tEm-zrvE_V8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sz4lca8kI-I/AAAAAAAABBA/tEm-zrvE_V8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421812171600569314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I look before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sz4il5eI_fI/AAAAAAAABAw/MA1AIGBDpgk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sz4il5eI_fI/AAAAAAAABAw/MA1AIGBDpgk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421809035878399474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And AFTER! Argh. I look weird with my glasses on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sz4imZESXFI/AAAAAAAABA4/FOYx0FhoeGc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sz4imZESXFI/AAAAAAAABA4/FOYx0FhoeGc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421809044359896146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There! Without my glasses. I really really need to start wearing contact lenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is edited, by the way. Trying to get rid of the freckles around my left eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1554096333411693016?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1554096333411693016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1554096333411693016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1554096333411693016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1554096333411693016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/bang-bang-bang.html' title='Bang! Bang! Bang!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sz4lca8kI-I/AAAAAAAABBA/tEm-zrvE_V8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7281542660101294908</id><published>2010-01-01T00:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T02:06:20.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~*2010*~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, I need new year resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First, hair cut! I'm gonna get bangs! Getting it tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I still have 52 days before I go back to KL. I wanna go jogging. I said to myself before my holidays started that I wanted to go jogging and I didn't go even once since then. There's even a park only a walking distance from my home. So... In this 52 days, I'm going jogging. I don't care if it's just once, I'm going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I got into Monash. That was probably the easy part but it seemed like it sucked half of my life. I'm going to work my ass off in Monash. I'm taking a course with majority of guys. I'm still gonna kick ass! Okay, I'm being overconfident and a sexist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I need to stop being a social retard! Learn to communicate, woman! This is more like changing who I am than anything else. Hey, I'm shy around people I'm not familiar with. But I'll try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wanna learn how to cook. I'm moving into this great apartment my friends found and I finally get to cook. You see, I didn't get to cook when I was living in the hostel. They don't have stoves and stuff. I can cook with one of those electronic hot plates or a rice cooker but I don't have any of them. So, I couldn't cook. Now that I'm moving into this apartment with my friends, I'm going to learn to cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, are these even resolutions? Whatever. I can't think of anything else right now. I'll add in if I think of new stuff. :D&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/1804670763418148136-7281542660101294908?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7281542660101294908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7281542660101294908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7281542660101294908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7281542660101294908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010-okay-i-need-new.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4364080727317160855</id><published>2009-12-31T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:10:07.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Blog post to end the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last day of 2009. Time really does fly, doesn't it? It's been quite a year for me, this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably anyone who lives in this island who intents to further his/her studies would be expecting to leave here sooner or later. But not leave permanently. I was still so afraid to do so when it was my turn to. I was kinda excited too. It was almost like starting my own journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first I was so worried about making friends. I knew I was a social retard and I think I still am. I called mum almost everyday for the first few weeks (Yeah. Yeah. I'm a mama's girl at time). I was lonely. But I thank god Yilise attended the same college I did. It's always good to have someone you know in a unfamiliar place. It took me some time to sink into everything but I did in the end. I made new friends! And I clicked with some of them pretty well. Even better than some of my friends whom I've known all my life. I didn't mean that I've forgotten my old friends to make new ones. Of course not. Well, most of them are those living in the hostel. We would meet up everyday for dinner. I get more time to spend with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what? Classes were actually fun in college. Unlike my high school. I don't know if the teachers were serious or the students were. I think the students were just so afraid of the teachers they get so serious and quiet in class. Classes were so boring! I can still remember, the whole classroom was so quiet even without a teacher in it. My friends from the class next door even have to check if class  was going on before getting into my class. I don't know but I just can't think of any memorable good moments in high school! I feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the best things about studying in Sunway : the shopping mall. It's a stone throw away. I can get there by walking in 10 minutes and you can find just about anything there. Ah, now that I'm home in Langkawi, I kinda miss it. The shopping I mean. And now that Chinese New Year is coming, I have this bad urge to buy clothes. It's the one time of the year I get to buy clothes without people saying I'm wasting too much money. It's not "wasting", guys. It's "investing"! Damn, I wanna shop so badly right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a great year. Though it may not sound like it in this post. I just have a hard time putting them in words. :D Hope next year's another great year. In Monash!! Woohoo!! So excited and worried at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4364080727317160855?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4364080727317160855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4364080727317160855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4364080727317160855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4364080727317160855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post-to-end-year.html' title='Blog post to end the year'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4254653853364186019</id><published>2009-12-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:42:28.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>In Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woohoo! I've done so far in one day! I'm so proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SyJoQ5-j16I/AAAAAAAABAg/RvtRW94f7Fw/s400/oosawa+vector+hair+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414004341703169954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4254653853364186019?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4254653853364186019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4254653853364186019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4254653853364186019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4254653853364186019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/12/woohoo-ive-done-so-far-in-one-day-im-so.html' title='In Progress'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SyJoQ5-j16I/AAAAAAAABAg/RvtRW94f7Fw/s72-c/oosawa+vector+hair+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6555342453325527943</id><published>2009-12-11T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:32:06.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Vector~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found myself something to do! Vectoring. Remember the last vector I wanted to do. Well, I didn't finish it. I messed up and it was a pain in the ass to start over so I gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new one is a screenshot from the second episode of the anime CANAAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SyE9adyxOHI/AAAAAAAABAI/H8x4c2EtbPo/s400/vector+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413675751959509106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Is this cool or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SyE-QK9V_UI/AAAAAAAABAQ/iPJvd5o0-II/s400/oosawa+vector+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413676674616524098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I've finished so far. Took me like 3 to 4 hours! I'm still learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6555342453325527943?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6555342453325527943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6555342453325527943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6555342453325527943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6555342453325527943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/12/vector.html' title='Vector~'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SyE9adyxOHI/AAAAAAAABAI/H8x4c2EtbPo/s72-c/vector+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3824260662958274786</id><published>2009-12-10T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:26:05.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Can this bitch get any happier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going into Monash University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Results were out one day early yesterday and I was out with Dad and Calvin to the barbershop. We were on our way back when Wui Cherng smsed me to tell me our results were out. We had to pass through three traffic lights and guess what. All of them were red when we got there. God! Are you testing me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, got home and checked my result. Before I knew it, I was jumping like a girl who just got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; what she's ever wanted for Christmas. I did better than I thought I would!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SyCTjWuJCRI/AAAAAAAABAA/LxsKYCLfhPQ/s400/result.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413488987703150866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn that big fat P in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Total mark is 323.45! All I need is 305. Woohoo! I'm so excited I'm going into Monash and staying with my friends! It's gonna be so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3824260662958274786?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3824260662958274786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3824260662958274786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3824260662958274786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3824260662958274786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-this-bitch-get-any-happier-im-going.html' title='Can this bitch get any happier?'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SyCTjWuJCRI/AAAAAAAABAA/LxsKYCLfhPQ/s72-c/result.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5440041176251778341</id><published>2009-12-04T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:11:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result Result Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know how everyone is "I don't wanna know my result". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But me, I have the need to know. The hard work (if there's any) that I had put into it. I have the need to know how I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, our MUFY results are coming out in 6 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'm nervous 'cause I really really wanna get into Monash University. Argh, the suspense is killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5440041176251778341?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5440041176251778341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5440041176251778341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5440041176251778341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5440041176251778341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/12/result-result-result.html' title='Result Result Result'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7372347808892120460</id><published>2009-11-30T14:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:05:36.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>How I start my holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took me about one hour and 45 minutes to finish my last paper. I had 15 minutes left before the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;examinees&lt;/span&gt; and I were dismissed. Man, it was the longest 15 minutes ever. Right after Mr. Chan said, "All right. Time's up." was the happiest time I had in a long long time! Exam was over! Finally over. Most of my other friends finished theirs a week earlier. They were out playing already and I still had more papers to sit for. Fine, fine. I did went to play with them when I was suppose to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I went to bar named Laundry. Cute name eh? Together with Mark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Winson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cherng&lt;/span&gt;, Kenny, Bryan, Reggie and a guy whose name I can't remember.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; Ye and Jane were suppose to come along but they went to MOS with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stefi&lt;/span&gt; instead. I was the only girl going.I rang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yilise&lt;/span&gt; and asked her to tag along with me. And she agreed! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just gonna show you some pictures. A picture is worth a thousand words, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn8PLXkuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/E6jBQtXsepA/s1600/13047_179172368180_574853180_3077879_4593134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn8PLXkuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/E6jBQtXsepA/s400/13047_179172368180_574853180_3077879_4593134_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781861966123746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn8qSgNYI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/01vYa8f4zV4/s1600/13047_179172373180_574853180_3077880_1612026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn8qSgNYI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/01vYa8f4zV4/s400/13047_179172373180_574853180_3077880_1612026_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781869243807106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn84IYcFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_6mKlpM7828/s1600/13047_179172388180_574853180_3077881_2171499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn84IYcFI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_6mKlpM7828/s400/13047_179172388180_574853180_3077881_2171499_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781872959451218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn9Ew7gLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fRJzzzURPf4/s1600/13047_179172403180_574853180_3077882_7052789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn9Ew7gLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fRJzzzURPf4/s400/13047_179172403180_574853180_3077882_7052789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781876350746802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn9W8hyaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/yVkQIGKkVAw/s1600/13047_179172408180_574853180_3077883_1099503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn9W8hyaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/yVkQIGKkVAw/s400/13047_179172408180_574853180_3077883_1099503_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409781881231231394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNpMa2bjWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/yUCoG_-pWjQ/s1600/13047_179172413180_574853180_3077884_5587602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNpMa2bjWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/yUCoG_-pWjQ/s400/13047_179172413180_574853180_3077884_5587602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409783239489064290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNpMoElVXI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lgT3_wMVYRM/s1600/13047_179172428180_574853180_3077885_5918501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNpMoElVXI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lgT3_wMVYRM/s400/13047_179172428180_574853180_3077885_5918501_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409783243038086514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, you're in most of the pictures! I drank on an empty stomach and got a little bit dizzy. So, did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yilise&lt;/span&gt;. We went to buy McDonald's to fill our tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Thursday night and four of us had to go back before 12am because of our curfew. Instead, we went back at 2am. Way past our curfew. When we went in, the security guard stopped us and took our hostel cards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate asked me where I went and I said Laundry. Then she asked me,"So, you were just around the hostel then?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. She thought I was doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.    Sorry, mummy and daddy, that I didn't tell you I went to a bar to drink with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7372347808892120460?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7372347808892120460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7372347808892120460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7372347808892120460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7372347808892120460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-start-my-holidays.html' title='How I start my holidays...'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SxNn8PLXkuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/E6jBQtXsepA/s72-c/13047_179172368180_574853180_3077879_4593134_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8412417938909856142</id><published>2009-11-15T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:57:18.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to Melaka tomorrow. With Mark, Wui Cherng, Winson, Chloe, Chern Xi, Cavan, Pang-Ee, Sall Lei and Stefi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8412417938909856142?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8412417938909856142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8412417938909856142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8412417938909856142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8412417938909856142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-to-melaka-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-354733546315728153</id><published>2009-11-15T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:52:18.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Bye bye, college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't get the time to post about this but I'm just finished with college two days ago! I'm so freakin' sad, excited and scared all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just last week I think. I was studying Chemistry with Fiona in the living room when she got a phone call from her mum and they were talking about some University stuff. And it suddenly hit me (not that it didn't a thousand times before), I'm going to University. I'll be meeting new people, making new friend, which I totally suck at, and learning things probably 100 times harder than what I was learning in MUFY! I can still remember my heart beating faster that time. The same feeling I felt when I was leaving home to come to college early this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the friends I've made in MUFY. Cool people, all of them. I hope I still get to see them next year in Monash University. I hope I get in! I'll be getting my result on the 10th of December. I'm so nervous. The butterflies in my tummy are getting high again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefi's facebook status : Everyone's busy with packing! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. I have to pack! Cousin Ah Wei is coming to help me move some of my stuff to their place tomorrow. And I barely started packing. My roommie is sleeping now. I can't possibly pack now. I would probably make to much noise and with only my table lamp on. I'm also kinda worried about where I'm going to stay next year. Most of my friends are not taking the same course as me. They'll have different scadule. From what my roommie told me, Engineering students have tighter scadules. Rawr....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I should go to bed and wake up early to pack my stuff tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-354733546315728153?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/354733546315728153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=354733546315728153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/354733546315728153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/354733546315728153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-college.html' title='Bye bye, college'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2002950744250912127</id><published>2009-11-06T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:27:49.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fortune told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was playing Sorority Life in facebook. Thanks to Emily, I'm hooked to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I clicked on one of the fortune cookies and it said this!&lt;br /&gt;Hope it comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SvPd2N02bqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/GlkgUszv0VA/s1600-h/luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SvPd2N02bqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/GlkgUszv0VA/s400/luck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400904301641363106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have better luck of having this come true if I study than play facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2002950744250912127?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2002950744250912127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2002950744250912127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2002950744250912127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2002950744250912127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/11/fortune-told.html' title='Fortune told'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SvPd2N02bqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/GlkgUszv0VA/s72-c/luck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-626202982589808045</id><published>2009-11-05T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:29:56.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Snap out of it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly one week before my last paper and I'm lazy already. I hate this but I really can't wait! Only two papers to go! But why can't I get myself to study more. After my math paper, I have one week to study for my chemistry. I keep saying, "Ah, one week is plenty for me. I'll study tomorrow!". But tomorrow never seemed to come. My chemistry is bad enough as it is and now I still not studying. And I just agreed to go to the night market later with my friends. Yay me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I do so badly for my chemistry. I have the benefits of asking my friends who took chemistry A last sem. But I still don't ask them. I'm not trying to be a smartass or anything. I just don't know what to ask. I'm too used to relying on the teachers like how it was like in high school. I really need to get rid of this habit. Or else it's gonna kill me in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do better on my chemistry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-626202982589808045?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/626202982589808045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=626202982589808045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/626202982589808045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/626202982589808045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/11/snap-out-of-it.html' title='Snap out of it!!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7443935551320819951</id><published>2009-11-03T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:44:18.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Crisis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, my God. Just heard the news from my brother that his friend's (who is my friend's brother) girlfriend and her two other friends drowned in some waterfall in Kampar. Blurr... I feel the chill everytime I imagine how she must have felt the seconds before her death. Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing this news, I feel really depress even though I don't even know the victims. Because I'm starting to PMS! The waterfall thing reminds me that I have to plan the Langkawi trip for my friends. Since they're stepping into my turf, I'm responsible for taking them around. I honestly don't know where to take them to. The beach, cable car and..... Blank! I don't deserve to be called a Langkawian. Don't look at me! Such shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to reality. I, who lived in that island for the past 17 years, have to google for where to go! I'm kinda worried I'll bore them. It has to be affordable and fun. Half of them are from Kuching. What, am I suppose to bring them to some mangrove tour? They probably grew up beside one (I'm sorry. I know you guys don't). Okay, this PMS thing is making me think too much. I need to focus on my final exams first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sat for Advanced Mathematics B (went pretty okay, except I didn't do that good for my internals), English B (did better last sem so I'm confident I'll pass the 65% requirement) and Mathematics B (Booyah! Easiest paper ever!). And my next paper is one freakin' week away! I must brush up my Chemistry. I know I've been telling people I friggin' hate Chemistry, which I still do, I'm not gonna give up on it! I wanna do Chemical Engineering! Cause I really don't know what else I wanna do. Yes, I have a really narrow range of options. I've set my goal and I'm going to trieve for it! Hooshah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... 2am! Off to bed. Hitting the library tomorrow! Must wake up early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7443935551320819951?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7443935551320819951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7443935551320819951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7443935551320819951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7443935551320819951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/11/crisis.html' title='Crisis!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2015646859953558687</id><published>2009-10-27T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:56:49.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>That's hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, Emma. What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erm... I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SucXjCEeTsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Z-h7q_qUR14/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SucXjCEeTsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Z-h7q_qUR14/s400/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397308569045323458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiona saw my pink umbrella when I left my bag open&lt;br /&gt;and she said "Pink again?"&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realized I have my own fair share of pink stuff and I didn't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2015646859953558687?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2015646859953558687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2015646859953558687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2015646859953558687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2015646859953558687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-hot.html' title='That&apos;s hot'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SucXjCEeTsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Z-h7q_qUR14/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-593578594901517777</id><published>2009-10-26T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:24:50.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just reading my friend's blog and I realized that he updates his blog pretty often. While I for one haven't been updating my blog for nearly two months. So, time for some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, final exam's coming. And I'm as lazy as ever. I hate myself for that. Here's my exam time-table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/10 (Fri) - Advanced Mathematics B&lt;br /&gt;30/10 (Fri) - English B&lt;br /&gt;2/11 (Mon) - Mathematics B&lt;br /&gt;9/11 (Mon) - Chemistry A&lt;br /&gt;12/11 (Thu) - Physics B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand why MUFY likes to arrange weird time-tables. Like for mine, Advanced Math and English on the same day. But I'm kinda glad they arranged Advanced Math early. After this subject, it would be so much of a relief and I can focus better on the other subjects. Oh, yeah. Did I mention I hate Chemistry? Yeah, like the ten hundredth times. So much for Chemical Engineering. MUFY is probably hinting me that I should study harder for my Chemistry by giving me one week of free time. Thanks, MUFY. *ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be posting up some pictures and blog some stuff that happened the past two months when I have time. And I should really change my blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have a new hair style. Bye bye, ugly curls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SuSJelPoPJI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KbxeqUHI7mE/s1600-h/profilepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SuSJelPoPJI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KbxeqUHI7mE/s400/profilepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396589411983441042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-593578594901517777?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/593578594901517777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=593578594901517777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/593578594901517777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/593578594901517777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SuSJelPoPJI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KbxeqUHI7mE/s72-c/profilepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7845998607850936080</id><published>2009-09-02T23:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:34:28.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I thought MUFY was supposed to be easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, seniors telling me, lecturers saying so. MUFY is easy! Yeah, I guess it is pretty easy compared to other courses. But today? Oh, today. I was so stressed out. Not before the day started but after it was almost over. I had a presentation first thing in the morning. It was a group presentation. It wasn't supposed to be as bad as individual presentation. But I was nervous. I have to talk in front of the crowds and I really didn't like that. I always get tougue tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, at 12.15pm, I had to sit for my physics topic test. It wasn't so bad. Just a few questions I couldn't do. But I think it was okay. And math class was bad too. Mainly cause the asshole in my class talked to me. He sent an "I like you" messege to me last week and just now he was saying don't misunderstand and stuff and wanted me to delete it from my phone. He's so creepy. Oh, man, you should see how he talks to me everytime. He pissed me off so bad just now my hands were trembling and I consider myself to be a person with good temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 4pm, I went to have my chemistry topic test. Hell, it was hard. Well, at least for me. Half way through the test, I just wanted to give up doing and leave the freakin' hall. I swear to you that wasn't a good feeling at all. I really don't get chemistry. The lecturer doesn't explain anything. She just assumes we know everything. But probably half the class does cause they're those genius JPA students. Yeah, I know I should ask but I don't know what we're learning to begin with. After the test, I just walked straight out of the hall and went back to my room. I called mum cause I needed to talk to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played badminton just now. Really was fun. Releasing all my stress. I came back to my room and watched Grey's Anatomy. I'm damn addicted to it now. There was a scene where Meredith's "fake mummy"(long story) died. The husband cried and blah blah blah. You know, it was all dramatic and stuff. Then, even I got all teary. I'm not that kind of girl to get teary over something like that. I think it was the stress getting onto me after the day. Probably and some PMS-ing to make things worse. Then, I paused my show but I still got teary for no reason. So, is that how stress feels like? I still have homeworks to do. But I don't feel like doing anything. I wanna cry whenever I think about chemistry and advanced math class. I'm so stressed out right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, I saw from the Live Traffic Feed thing that there's quite a few people who arrived at my blog through this post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I'm taking degree, it makes me think back. MUFY was kinda easy! Actually I think MUFY spoiled me so much I'm kinda having a hard time in Monash University right now but it's probably only for the first year. It's very noticeable. Those who took A-levels catch up easily. After this year, everybody will be learning new stuff. MUFY is actually there to help us who wants to enter monash, to make it easier for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7845998607850936080?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7845998607850936080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7845998607850936080' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7845998607850936080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7845998607850936080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-mufy-was-supposed-to-be-easy.html' title='I thought MUFY was supposed to be easy'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4487010048917584449</id><published>2009-07-12T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:47:56.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>DaiCon</title><content type='html'>Some of you may not know but I kinda like animes. Me and my friends, Yaw Chuan, Lee Kee and Lim Yee (who was dragged there), went to this anime convention after one of Chuan's friends told him about this convention at MMU. This friend was cosplaying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3xYhKJI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Bv5Ov1STqP8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3xYhKJI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Bv5Ov1STqP8/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362357649719502994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuan's aunt took us there 'cause he's not that familiar with the way there. We drove and drove around, looking for Cyberjaya. We made a huge and I mean HUGE wrong turn and ended up at some area with lots of factories. We did follow the directions but ended up at a dead end. We drove around for... I don't know... About an hour? Then, finally we found our Cyberjaya. I thought I was about to get car sick before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwDIbfQ53I/AAAAAAAAA9w/1L-KfSE4xI0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwDIbfQ53I/AAAAAAAAA9w/1L-KfSE4xI0/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362664699644143474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hall where it was held. MMU is such a big university. For someone with little sense of direction like me would probably get lose somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwFcKWlNRI/AAAAAAAAA-A/EtTLNwha_xc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwFcKWlNRI/AAAAAAAAA-A/EtTLNwha_xc/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362667237664961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwFcMxXs9I/AAAAAAAAA94/j2LffS5PK6M/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwFcMxXs9I/AAAAAAAAA94/j2LffS5PK6M/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362667238314193874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a lot of cosplayers standing outside the hall, taking pictures and stuff. I wanted to take a picture with a group of cosplayers from the anime, Kuroshitsuji. Their outfits were the best I've seen in the whole convention. Not those cheap stuff some others put on. Too bad they said they were going in for something. I didn't even snap one picture of them to show you. How sad... I'm still wondering where they get those clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink dude (a character from Dragonball from what I've heard) came out and everyone was cheering. He was posing this and that for the cameras and everyone was clapping and cheering for him. Funny dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3AN4BEI/AAAAAAAAA9A/_VJz6kH9L1U/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3AN4BEI/AAAAAAAAA9A/_VJz6kH9L1U/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362357636521526338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To tell you the truth, it was the weirdest shit I've been to ever. Some of these people actually take this anime thing seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3hMpS6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OXqhoDdfNY0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3hMpS6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OXqhoDdfNY0/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362357645374737314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw some girls dancing to the J-pop music video screened there. They even sang along. Seriously, how the heck do they memorize the songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3VAzqeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/YWhUP1kGU_0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3VAzqeI/AAAAAAAAA9I/YWhUP1kGU_0/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362357642103859682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some cool anime models. Too bad I didn't see any of those cool porcelein dolls. I just love them. Must get one in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3isLuaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ohTgVvowJLc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3isLuaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ohTgVvowJLc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362357645775452578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told my friends that I must take a picture with a cosplayer now that we were there. We caught hold of this girl with purple hair. I think she's cosplaying as a character from Rental Magica or something. Where did she get that wig...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwDIc3WoVI/AAAAAAAAA9o/UpHsIFSlhl4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwDIc3WoVI/AAAAAAAAA9o/UpHsIFSlhl4/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362664700013617490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a while, they switched off the lights and there was a japanese singer, Minori... Minoki... Oh, I don't know. They blocked half the hall. We had to buy tickets to see her. It costed RM150. And duh, we didn't buy them tickets. We don't even know her. We watched from afar but she sounded really good. They warned us "No pictures" before the show started but I snapped a picture of this and some guy told me off, saying "no pictures or I'll have to escort you out!". Damn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwJPBjax-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/hml0TM-cm_0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmwJPBjax-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/hml0TM-cm_0/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362671410011097058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this print. I know where they got it from and I know they probably didn't have the rights to sell it there but I bought it. I don't know why but I bought it. It was just one of those adrenaline rush I had, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4487010048917584449?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4487010048917584449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4487010048917584449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4487010048917584449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4487010048917584449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/07/daicon.html' title='DaiCon'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Smrr3xYhKJI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Bv5Ov1STqP8/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3004924953211971972</id><published>2009-07-08T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:11:03.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What happens when roommate isn't around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SlSQFQ-4mnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/_Mz3lMs-P7A/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SlSQFQ-4mnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/_Mz3lMs-P7A/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356064276982831730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My room becomes damn messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SlSaYmD_6aI/AAAAAAAAA7I/K72HgUq0YPk/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SlSaYmD_6aI/AAAAAAAAA7I/K72HgUq0YPk/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356075604175219106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to "In My Memories" - DJ Tiesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3004924953211971972?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3004924953211971972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3004924953211971972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3004924953211971972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3004924953211971972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happens-when-roommate-isnt-around.html' title='What happens when roommate isn&apos;t around...'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SlSQFQ-4mnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/_Mz3lMs-P7A/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-630185865489242630</id><published>2009-07-07T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:13:06.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>New Term's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm starting my new term as a Mufian, I need to have myself some resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study my ass off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of last-minute habit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn into a morning person (whether I like it or not)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure I get into the Engineering course I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make new friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk more (when I need to)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend less money on needless things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to : "Bigger Than My Body" - John Mayor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-630185865489242630?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/630185865489242630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=630185865489242630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/630185865489242630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/630185865489242630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-term-resolutions.html' title='New Term&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1405217881554889282</id><published>2009-07-07T16:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:02:16.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>First day of class was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... sleepy. Yep, the perfect word to describe it. I barely slept for 3 hours and I had to wake up early for my class at 8.30am. I'm really not a morning person and I have to wake up early to attend my class at freakin' 8.30am everyday. Well, who to blame? I'm the one who fixed my own timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went to English first. It was okay I guess. My friends didn't really like the lecturer but I thought she was fine. She has this heavy British accent and it makes her sound so classy. Then I went to Advanced Mathematics. There's only one class for Part B. All 31 students had to squeeze into a class. I didn't really had the chance to make many friends in my last Adv. Math classes last term 'cause everytime I speak to someone, the lecturer would start nagging. Same to everyone else in her class. The class was always so quiet. And she's teaching this class this time again so I'm not gonna get my hopes up high too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brunch, I went for my Physics class. And I was one of the two girls there. Two! People tend have this thinking that's like "Oh, you're taking Physics. That's a guy thing. You must be smart." *fingers cross* And I really wanna proof them right. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my Physics class, I was too tired so I went back to my room to take a nap. And guess what? I overslept. I need to change my alarm tone. I woke up five minutes after the class had started. I rushed there. Thank God the lecturer didn't say anything. When I went in my classmates were introducing themselves to the class. I missed half of it. I wonder why every time I say I'm from Langkawi I get this same surprised reaction from the other people to those who comes from South Korea, Egypt, blah blah blah... 'Cause really, Langkawi isn't really that far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, That's just about it about my first day of class. I think I should stop this long post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to : "The Great Escape" - Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1405217881554889282?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1405217881554889282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1405217881554889282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1405217881554889282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1405217881554889282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-of-class-was.html' title='First day of class was....'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5713694838946661556</id><published>2009-07-05T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:18:29.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Buh bye, home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going back to KL in exactly one hour and 29 minutes. I'm feeling so reluctant to right now. I've been complaining how boring it is here, staying home all the time and all. I didn't have any transport to go anywhere. Public transport? There aren't even public buses here. My friends are all out studying (well, at least the ones with driving licences). How am I suppose to go anywhere if nobody is willing to take me out? So, I had to stay at home most of the time. I'm not complaining now. I really don't feel like going back to KL anymore. I'm gonna miss home. I'll take a few days to get used to leaving home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've turned nocturnal over the month. I sleep before dawn everyday then I wake up at late noon. Then I have my lunch and sometimes sleep more. And after that, I'm just so wide awake the whole night. Am I nocturnal or what? What classes start, I'll have to wake up early again. Woohoo....... Need to "unnoctunalize" myself again now. Wonder how long is that gonna take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I'm so nervous that I'll be taking five subjects. Doesn't sound too much but I'm still so nervous. What if I can't do well and one subject effects the others. I really need to get myself together already and work harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good to be seeing my friends again. Miss them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to : "Tonight" - DBSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5713694838946661556?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5713694838946661556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5713694838946661556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5713694838946661556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5713694838946661556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/07/buh-bye-home.html' title='Buh bye, home!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-6808297555431914126</id><published>2009-06-29T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:48:04.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mii, mii, mii... I don't wanna shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-6808297555431914126?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/6808297555431914126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=6808297555431914126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6808297555431914126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/6808297555431914126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-mii-mii-mii.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3908220589648271827</id><published>2009-06-28T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:57:51.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Langkawi'/><title type='text'>Pasar Malam</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to write in this post. I'm not a food blogger or anything. So, I'm just gonna show you some pictures of the pasar malam (night market) here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Skdklemwg8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qhBcX0ZhQEM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Skdklemwg8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qhBcX0ZhQEM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357277186687938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It'a located beside the Kuah River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Skdkl1vaKzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Li7tvfhEDHM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Skdkl1vaKzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Li7tvfhEDHM/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357283396987698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdklvVsBvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/alsvkOaGBqQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdklvVsBvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/alsvkOaGBqQ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357281678493426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It only stretch from one end of the street to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdkmBgzTDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/tNsW-3DzDFA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdkmBgzTDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/tNsW-3DzDFA/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357286556945458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandma and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdkmCW4ZkI/AAAAAAAAA64/LfXjc_VGC94/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdkmCW4ZkI/AAAAAAAAA64/LfXjc_VGC94/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357286783772226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy! Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to : "No Surprises" by Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3908220589648271827?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3908220589648271827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3908220589648271827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3908220589648271827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3908220589648271827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/pasar-malam.html' title='Pasar Malam'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Skdklemwg8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qhBcX0ZhQEM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5694563679270382882</id><published>2009-06-28T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:00:15.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sugar syrup~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get too excited. The post title has nothing to do with what I'm going to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... I have nothing to do back home. So, I'm trying to vector this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdMgOgTdvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GgE-UOM3sbo/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdMgOgTdvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GgE-UOM3sbo/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352330798686238450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a screenshot from the anime, Trinity Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdMfzEQp9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/vBwozAjmydI/s1600-h/vector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdMfzEQp9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/vBwozAjmydI/s400/vector.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352330791320856530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm barely done. It's gonna take me sometime vectoring the hair. It's only my second ever vector so I'm still pretty bad at it. The lines don't look smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to : "Whatever You Like" - Nicole Scherzinger ft. T.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5694563679270382882?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5694563679270382882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5694563679270382882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5694563679270382882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5694563679270382882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/sugar-syrup.html' title='Sugar syrup~'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkdMgOgTdvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/GgE-UOM3sbo/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-8655066234657435079</id><published>2009-06-27T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:41:02.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>When Blood Suckers Attack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn those mosquitoes. I don't know why but they only attacked my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, what the hell? My lil brother said my leg looked like it's mutating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkUG5GtfGUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Ai1JJ9UPENE/s1600-h/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkUG5GtfGUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Ai1JJ9UPENE/s400/omg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691310323407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know. Euw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-8655066234657435079?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/8655066234657435079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=8655066234657435079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8655066234657435079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/8655066234657435079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-blood-suckers-attack.html' title='When Blood Suckers Attack...'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkUG5GtfGUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Ai1JJ9UPENE/s72-c/omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-3823345741351442896</id><published>2009-06-24T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:50:33.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Almost-judgement Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, my god! Results are out. I was just complain why the time was going so slow when my friend came up to me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; to tell me the results are out. I thought my jaw was gonna fall off when she told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my result. It's not all too good but I'm happy with it. Especially Advanced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt; though I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' C. Cause you see, I thought I could barely pass. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! And I hate that my English is 1% less to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;. But oh, well... Who else could I blame for not doing good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkI5P4VnpDI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lJyaFdy0mOc/s1600-h/results.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkI5P4VnpDI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lJyaFdy0mOc/s400/results.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350902252253455410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the result I have here, I'll have to get at least 75.25% for every subjects next semester. Plus I'm thinking of taking up Chemistry Part A. Hope it's not too much for me. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-3823345741351442896?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/3823345741351442896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=3823345741351442896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3823345741351442896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/3823345741351442896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-judgement-day.html' title='Almost-judgement Day'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SkI5P4VnpDI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lJyaFdy0mOc/s72-c/results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5387650263792992780</id><published>2009-06-21T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:41:26.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to wish all the fathers out there a happy father's day. And of course to the greatest man in my life, daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy father's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad isn't really the gift-kind of guy. He wouldn't go "Aw, thanks" if we give him a gift. Instead it would be "why waste the money to buy thing?". So, why bother giving him a gift if it wouldn't make him happy. When we were young, my siblings and I would sit together on the dining table and make a card for mum and dad on mother's and father's day. So, I thought, why not do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwxM4ixvI/AAAAAAAAA74/Moxql5YKhD4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwxM4ixvI/AAAAAAAAA74/Moxql5YKhD4/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477915889354482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you know I've been sleeping late during my holidays. So, I drew this slightly croaked "card" when dad was sleeping and sticked it on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Anyway, on that day. Sis suggested we go to Wan Thai for a daddy's day dinner. I've never been there before even though it's pretty near to our place. The first time there and I was liking the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwxSFBOzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/IWdBMpGSbhw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwxSFBOzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/IWdBMpGSbhw/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477917283859250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwxrY_ehI/AAAAAAAAA8I/xemi1iR-LIo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwxrY_ehI/AAAAAAAAA8I/xemi1iR-LIo/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477924078516754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwyICHoVI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/WX4mNPNRJH8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwyICHoVI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/WX4mNPNRJH8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477931767210322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now let me show you my happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwyRsrdYI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/cH1NPkf-38M/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwyRsrdYI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/cH1NPkf-38M/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477934361638274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum and dad. Still happily married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxaOPvqxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/zRNaNjNEZoU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxaOPvqxI/AAAAAAAAA8g/zRNaNjNEZoU/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359478620629740306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma. Still looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxatMheiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/hBTZs5U4ZYE/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxatMheiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/hBTZs5U4ZYE/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359478628937726498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely sis who took all the pics in this post&lt;br /&gt;with her freakishly huge camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxawYxzBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5tWjF7x0KIs/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxawYxzBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5tWjF7x0KIs/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359478629794434066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lil brother. So shy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxbDMrAgI/AAAAAAAAA84/-YXPTZXGyFI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCxbDMrAgI/AAAAAAAAA84/-YXPTZXGyFI/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359478634843931138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big bro wasn't with us. He was all the way at aussie! I wanna go there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Listening to - "One Last Chance" -James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5387650263792992780?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5387650263792992780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5387650263792992780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5387650263792992780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5387650263792992780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SmCwxM4ixvI/AAAAAAAAA74/Moxql5YKhD4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1265479494465762171</id><published>2009-06-18T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:47:13.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjlWL5JBTTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CQwArKp5G9o/s1600-h/micro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjlWL5JBTTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CQwArKp5G9o/s400/micro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348400794796379442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Microwaving weenies at 2 in the morning. No wonder I gained weight in the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1265479494465762171?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1265479494465762171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1265479494465762171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1265479494465762171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1265479494465762171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/microwaving-weenies-at-2-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjlWL5JBTTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CQwArKp5G9o/s72-c/micro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-628644350108716068</id><published>2009-06-18T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:59:03.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Langkawi'/><title type='text'>Easy Breezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for a walk just now to Pekan Rabu. I wanted to go there alone to feel some breeze but mum insisted that I go with someone else. So, grandma tagged along. My grandma is a really outgoing person. I think it runs in the family. The females in our family are more outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit cloudy but at least it's not hot. I'm just gonna show you some pictures around the neighbourhood, the place where I grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjknohrnwHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/hnRgfsrm0nY/s1600-h/taman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjknohrnwHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/hnRgfsrm0nY/s400/taman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348349609668755570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjkneBik5AI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pMoy15HLeNI/s1600-h/glory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjkneBik5AI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pMoy15HLeNI/s400/glory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348349429242192898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my neighbourhood. And the picture below it is the kindergarten I used to go to. I wish I've taken more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sjknet--b-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/Rmoyr6FwXKY/s1600-h/library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sjknet--b-I/AAAAAAAAA5A/Rmoyr6FwXKY/s400/library.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348349441172467682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The local library. I rarely go there even though it's only a walking distance from my home. There's a dress code for it. No shorts, no tank tops, no helmet, no bags... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sjkne7L36kI/AAAAAAAAA5I/fHmUIsjAU6c/s1600-h/rabu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sjkne7L36kI/AAAAAAAAA5I/fHmUIsjAU6c/s400/rabu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348349444716227138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this is Pekan Rabu. The orange building on the other side is still under constuction. This place would be nice to go to if it's a bit more crowded. Wait, make that a hundred times more crowded. This island only have a population of 60,000 plus so... you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjknoNRDbDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/nXsrt7Fq9jo/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjknoNRDbDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/nXsrt7Fq9jo/s400/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348349604188613682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjkndkkbLwI/AAAAAAAAA4o/oiTfWW-lbTE/s1600-h/boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjkndkkbLwI/AAAAAAAAA4o/oiTfWW-lbTE/s400/boats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348349421465317122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjkneagCYyI/AAAAAAAAA44/WdQsVUImlsc/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjkneagCYyI/AAAAAAAAA44/WdQsVUImlsc/s400/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348349435942429474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my grandma, looking into the horizon. The breeze was so nice. Don't you just love the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-628644350108716068?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/628644350108716068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=628644350108716068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/628644350108716068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/628644350108716068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/easy-breezy.html' title='Easy Breezy'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjknohrnwHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/hnRgfsrm0nY/s72-c/taman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5025996550300068866</id><published>2009-06-16T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:02:57.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>Big Radiation Wave! Duck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"According to metro news,there will be a big radiation wave at 11pm tonight and it is very dangerous to human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please put ur hp far away from you for this while night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please inform others as fast as possible!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you get this message from your family or friends? I just got it today. Apparently my sis got it yesterday. Which means this radiation thing has been going on for 2 days already. Won't that make me as good as dead with my phone by my side the whole night last night? And what happens to those who didn't receive the message? Ah, whatever. I really don't buy this shit. It's probably another way for some mobile telecom company to make more money out of us suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that queasy feeling? *stares at phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5025996550300068866?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5025996550300068866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5025996550300068866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5025996550300068866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5025996550300068866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-radiation-wave-duck.html' title='Big Radiation Wave! Duck!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-7292878965960168612</id><published>2009-06-15T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:23:13.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Still Learning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my L licence. But I'm still a bad driver. Learning, babe. Still learning.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I look weird in that picture. And they spelled my name wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sje3nOBt6JI/AAAAAAAAA4g/c4Pz2DdfKYo/s1600-h/license.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sje3nOBt6JI/AAAAAAAAA4g/c4Pz2DdfKYo/s400/license.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347944966933833874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-7292878965960168612?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/7292878965960168612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=7292878965960168612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7292878965960168612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/7292878965960168612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-learning.html' title='Still Learning....'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sje3nOBt6JI/AAAAAAAAA4g/c4Pz2DdfKYo/s72-c/license.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-2915534212568775882</id><published>2009-06-15T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:04:33.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Bad Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it when I see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjYAWHEunII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/YIO4_gVtz9M/s1600-h/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjYAWHEunII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/YIO4_gVtz9M/s400/dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461987405044866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dying workers in Restaurant City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-2915534212568775882?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/2915534212568775882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=2915534212568775882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2915534212568775882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/2915534212568775882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-boss.html' title='Bad Boss'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjYAWHEunII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/YIO4_gVtz9M/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1280041117848638566</id><published>2009-06-12T23:36:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:59:09.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Langkawi'/><title type='text'>Life's a Beach</title><content type='html'>Yay! I finally get to go out. My sis wasn't working today and she took me out to the beach since I was complaining how bored I was. We went to the sales carnival at Kuah Town first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4lKL0tMI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/A_qxoZt4-M4/s1600-h/Picture+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4lKL0tMI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/A_qxoZt4-M4/s400/Picture+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346468287426639042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4lfQOZJI/AAAAAAAAA0g/P2_lwapz5U0/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4lfQOZJI/AAAAAAAAA0g/P2_lwapz5U0/s400/Picture+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346468293082244242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place was kinda deserted. Seemed like nobody went there. We walked around and browsed through the things. We honestly looked like tourists, walking around with our cameras. I thought maybe I would buy some shirts to fill my closet but I couldn't find any that suit my taste. They were all a bit too malayish for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4ltasp4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/_FQXGvLml9c/s1600-h/Picture+317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4ltasp4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/_FQXGvLml9c/s400/Picture+317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346468296884266882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKFnXbHZII/AAAAAAAAA1I/8QcoNQk1mgE/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKFnXbHZII/AAAAAAAAA1I/8QcoNQk1mgE/s400/Picture+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346482618991338626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look what I saw. "Branded" items. There's even Elle and Polo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4ly77ycI/AAAAAAAAA0w/FC2NrrZrvtI/s1600-h/branded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4ly77ycI/AAAAAAAAA0w/FC2NrrZrvtI/s400/branded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346468298365848002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took barely 15 minutes to finish browsing through. And we decided to go to Cenang Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ5VPMh-6I/AAAAAAAAA1A/tLb7V5cRkJk/s1600-h/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ5VPMh-6I/AAAAAAAAA1A/tLb7V5cRkJk/s400/trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346469113405504418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spy with my eye something green. A tree! The way to the beach was nothing but trees, trees and more trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKFnuT79eI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/FS_mIT6dQdw/s1600-h/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKFnuT79eI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/FS_mIT6dQdw/s400/Picture+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346482625135244770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKGyKURC_I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/MewUmyMSj1I/s1600-h/Picture+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKGyKURC_I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/MewUmyMSj1I/s400/Picture+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346483903963139058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKKxS3P4BI/AAAAAAAAA14/ZBoWqroWbPU/s1600-h/Picture+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKKxS3P4BI/AAAAAAAAA14/ZBoWqroWbPU/s400/Picture+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346488287123988498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Da! The best beach in Langkawi! I just love this place. I never get bored coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKICJDlH1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/9pi2nycs4O4/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKICJDlH1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/9pi2nycs4O4/s400/Picture+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346485278014250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we didn't have change of clothes. We went there only to snap some photos. But I would really love to just jump into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKIB2eEtKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/U9pWyWSFNh4/s1600-h/Picture+374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKIB2eEtKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/U9pWyWSFNh4/s400/Picture+374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346485273025098914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah~ Don't you just love the sand between your toes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKKxGytvUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3jp31D4BkIY/s1600-h/Picture+367+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKKxGytvUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3jp31D4BkIY/s400/Picture+367+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346488283883748674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my lovely sister, Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKM3aDPwNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/RYUAFJiwa3o/s1600-h/Picture+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKM3aDPwNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/RYUAFJiwa3o/s400/Picture+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490591155830994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKM3ih5kaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/vkdKk2GRVqo/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKM3ih5kaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/vkdKk2GRVqo/s400/Picture+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490593431884194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life's a beach, baby! Hehe. I just had to write that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKOs2UZj3I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/voRMniGcVFs/s1600-h/Picture+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKOs2UZj3I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/voRMniGcVFs/s400/Picture+235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346492608788664178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun started to set. We left the beach and went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKeUgzbs3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Nv7vzZyn54c/s1600-h/Picture+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKeUgzbs3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Nv7vzZyn54c/s400/Picture+295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346509782882431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKeUVKswVI/AAAAAAAAA34/VB_eHSiclMY/s1600-h/Picture+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKeUVKswVI/AAAAAAAAA34/VB_eHSiclMY/s400/Picture+403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346509779758793042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unkaizan Japanese Restaurant. I'm not really a japanese food fan but this restaurant totally changed my mind about japanese food. It has won as one of Malaysia's best restaurants for 4 years in a row now. Not bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;I would be like WTF! whenever my friends wanted to eat japanese food. The last one I went to, Zanmai was bad. I added so much soy sauce to all my dishes I could have got kidney stone. Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKShliE8bI/AAAAAAAAA2g/BJQFLbkTHLc/s1600-h/Picture+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKShliE8bI/AAAAAAAAA2g/BJQFLbkTHLc/s400/Picture+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496813350580658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKSh6X4VeI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NY4HiShxKHY/s1600-h/Picture+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKSh6X4VeI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NY4HiShxKHY/s400/Picture+274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496818944955874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKSiG9CGRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0OxYuL-VOPk/s1600-h/Picture+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKSiG9CGRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0OxYuL-VOPk/s400/Picture+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496822322010386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummers! I ordered the Unagi Kabayaki set. Guess how much was it. RM 50! Damn expensive, man. Pengsan. But it was worth it. Though it doesn't look like it in the picture of me eating but every bite tasted like heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKcytq6UmI/AAAAAAAAA3w/GRvm5ZaRKU4/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKcytq6UmI/AAAAAAAAA3w/GRvm5ZaRKU4/s400/Picture+271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346508102709170786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis ordered the Chicken Katsu Ni set. This is exactly what I ordered last time at Zanmai. I added so much soil sauce the rice seemed all brownish. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKXhRkIUtI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Rn9zdQ_180I/s1600-h/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKXhRkIUtI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Rn9zdQ_180I/s400/Picture+276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346502305548620498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this is called but it tasted really good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKUdfRBIpI/AAAAAAAAA24/_D_M3lPa07A/s1600-h/Picture+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjKUdfRBIpI/AAAAAAAAA24/_D_M3lPa07A/s400/Picture+293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346498941972193938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The green tea ice-cream I've tasted before all are crap. Even Baskin Robin's green tea ice-cream= puke. This one? Damn good! Definitely the cherry on top of a delicious meal.&lt;br /&gt;We ate a total of RM110+ for only two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast today. Thanks, sis! I thought I was gonna die of boredom already. Can't wait to go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most pictures are taken by my sis. Thanks for the pics too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1280041117848638566?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1280041117848638566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1280041117848638566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1280041117848638566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1280041117848638566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s a Beach'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SjJ4lKL0tMI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/A_qxoZt4-M4/s72-c/Picture+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5325205284441091594</id><published>2009-06-12T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:08:21.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Burning Daylight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I looked at the little orange calender on my computer  screen. 12th of June. And I started counting how many days I've been home. One, two, three......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! I've been home for 8 days already and what have I been doing? Nothing but wasting my time! I wake up at 2pm everyday. I won't sleep before 5.30am. I eat junk food all the time. My hair is messy 24/7. I have break outs for sleeping late. I bury myself behind the computer everyday. What the hell am I doing?! I only have 3 more weeks to spend here. Okay, I'm gonna take my shower now and I'm out of here. I think I'll go crazy if I keep locking myself in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5325205284441091594?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5325205284441091594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5325205284441091594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5325205284441091594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5325205284441091594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/burning-daylight.html' title='Burning Daylight'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-4441603216824225543</id><published>2009-06-07T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:01:17.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah~ Good to be home again, after three whole months! I just came back to Langkawi two days ago. I didn't really do anything on the day I reached here. I slept in my sister's room. I'm still not used to sleeping in an air-conditioned room since the hostel I stay in Sunway only have fans. In the morning, I was sneezing my ass off. It was so cold. I came downstairs and slept on the sofa instead. I slept even more soundly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day. I went out with my sis to shop for her dress for a white party she was gonna attend that night. The last few days in Sunway I went to KLCC, One Utama and blah blah blah... And going to Langkawi Fair and Langkawi Parade reminded me how puny the shopping malls here are. If you're a shopaholic, just come live in Langkawi. You'll probably snapped out of the addiction the moment you set foot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about coming back home is Grandma's cooking. Grandma's the best cook I know in the world. Just give her a pan and POOF she'll prepare a feast for you. I'll definitely get fat during this month of staying here. Dang... I don't want that. How am I gonna fit in my clothes then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back here to know that my cat, Lulu has died. I'm so sad. I was on the verge of tears. She was the sweetest cat ever. And Grandma told me she was pregnant! I don't think she died of natural causes 'cause she was so healthy. I'm so pissed at whoever killed her. That person should just burn in hell for killing a pregnant cat. Grrr....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... It's good to be back again. Seeing my Mummy, Daddy, Granny, sis and ma lil bro after so long. Missed them so much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-4441603216824225543?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/4441603216824225543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=4441603216824225543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4441603216824225543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/4441603216824225543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1179830135889297815</id><published>2009-05-11T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:46:09.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>Your cat is plotting to kill you</title><content type='html'>I love cats to death and this is the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sgfy0DrnyII/AAAAAAAAAzs/a33_kFLWkUk/s1600-h/cat_will_kill_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 522px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sgfy0DrnyII/AAAAAAAAAzs/a33_kFLWkUk/s400/cat_will_kill_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334499259799029890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1179830135889297815?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1179830135889297815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1179830135889297815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1179830135889297815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1179830135889297815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-cat-is-plotting-to-kill-you.html' title='Your cat is plotting to kill you'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/Sgfy0DrnyII/AAAAAAAAAzs/a33_kFLWkUk/s72-c/cat_will_kill_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5298098154090335291</id><published>2009-04-26T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:01:36.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I want metal teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want braces so badly! I didn't really mind as much when I was back home. But since I came here, I notice that everyone and I mean EVERYONE has perfect teeth. I don't feel as confident and I'm always self-concious whenever I laugh. I would always cover my month with my hands when I laugh. I really don't care how much it's gonna hurt. I just hate my teeth too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5298098154090335291?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5298098154090335291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5298098154090335291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5298098154090335291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5298098154090335291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-metal-teeth.html' title='I want metal teeth!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-1947132384194327998</id><published>2009-04-19T01:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:09:11.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Meh Exam Timetable!</title><content type='html'>My semester exam timetable is out! I have a month of holiday after this. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;25/5 (Mon) - English A&lt;br /&gt;28/5 (Thu) - Mathematics A&lt;br /&gt;2/6 (Tue) - Physics A&lt;br /&gt;4/6 (Thu) - Advanced Mathematics A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-1947132384194327998?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/1947132384194327998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=1947132384194327998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1947132384194327998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/1947132384194327998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/04/nowaiii.html' title='Meh Exam Timetable!'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804670763418148136.post-5636493510336490109</id><published>2009-04-18T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:38:51.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealed</title><content type='html'>I didn't notice this until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; Ye told me. But Nadia was probably looking at us screaming like some crazy fan girls the whole time. *glass shattering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SendHT7JeFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/P_m-27yo2Ds/s1600-h/IMG_8023+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SendHT7JeFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/P_m-27yo2Ds/s320/IMG_8023+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326031152019503186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; Ye and I are classmates together with Nadia in English class. We are always quiet in class. That day at the live show, we were totally different. She's seen the other side of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804670763418148136-5636493510336490109?l=pinkjelly101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/feeds/5636493510336490109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804670763418148136&amp;postID=5636493510336490109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5636493510336490109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804670763418148136/posts/default/5636493510336490109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjelly101.blogspot.com/2009/04/revealed.html' title='Revealed'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04208100109490609359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/TMMcGozaRtI/AAAAAAAABIo/XHInogBjo7A/S220/1+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXe4jAsYBoE/SendHT7JeFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/P_m-27yo2Ds/s72-c/IMG_8023+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
