<?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-3522708215671304364</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:50:01.079+08:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='down'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Picture'/><category term='The Challenge. 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Love.</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is just one damn thing after another...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5681038098451956094</id><published>2010-08-08T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:24:59.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TF7LTl2oTHI/AAAAAAAADmI/dqVNHDHPqmA/s1600/86f24b223a0ba0d62d40065d736499a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TF7LTl2oTHI/AAAAAAAADmI/dqVNHDHPqmA/s400/86f24b223a0ba0d62d40065d736499a0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503059332132523122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO HUMANS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to announce that i am officially done with blogspot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing is wrong with it, i just felt like moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i'm packing my post and moving in with Tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if it's gonna be better but it seems more interesting than blogspot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yea no more post will be posted here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamingthebittersweet.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://dreamingthebittersweet.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&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;Tata Blogspot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5681038098451956094?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5681038098451956094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5681038098451956094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5681038098451956094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5681038098451956094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-moving-d.html' title='I&apos;m Moving :D'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TF7LTl2oTHI/AAAAAAAADmI/dqVNHDHPqmA/s72-c/86f24b223a0ba0d62d40065d736499a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-759232820951650103</id><published>2010-08-04T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:45:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlg6DvG5LI/AAAAAAAADmA/HvZJjtCOFjM/s1600/avec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlg6DvG5LI/AAAAAAAADmA/HvZJjtCOFjM/s400/avec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501534970361341106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&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;11.11.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlfqGirLQI/AAAAAAAADl4/yuYu1UAE7Jo/s1600/IMG_3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's seem like it's gonna take some long time to be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but seriously, it won't be long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you know it, i'm already waking up on this beautiful day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways it's a kinda a very BIG DEAL for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's gonna be my 21st and all the more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the awesome all 11.11.11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean you gotta say it's a rare chance all right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i'm all prepared and excited for this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i'm trying  not to have high hopes as when i get high hopes for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;usually it ends up BAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And anyways i just want my 21st be a very very special one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and kinda GRAND one if i have the $$$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i think my 20th will be a very low profile one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sacrificing for next year you know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw...before i turn 21,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thinking of having a checklist of things to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here it is what i have in mind :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlfo5ZyPrI/AAAAAAAADlg/7VHpju09aRc/s400/faith_II_by_kristianna11.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501533576018149042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My education would come first definitely. So i hope by then at least i will be almost done with what i'm aiming for. Praying really hard everyday for that day to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlfpsL4LII/AAAAAAAADlw/fPSWM7GSXPs/s400/Kill_the_town_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501533589650025602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music will my next i guess. I MUST get the hang of the guitar before this. I mean I've been saying to learn it from years and years ago and till now....nothing. I feel so sorry for myself. Anyways yes i have to do it. Am already finding a place to learn now. And also after guitar i will wanna have a ukulele :))) Like ingrid michaelson!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlfpX5WkNI/AAAAAAAADlo/myY25gBvkPk/s400/kk.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 183px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501533584203616466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And next i will say i'll go into some adventure. I hope by 21 i will have already conquer the famous Gunung KK! It's actually a MUST list to do before i die to be up in KK but i hope it can be earlier than that :) And also bungee jumping baybeh!!! It's gonna be a hrad task to achieve :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlfombiWOI/AAAAAAAADlY/xlyF94_74U0/s400/37012_141339415879530_100000104168109_418647_2757463_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501533570925222114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since i'm so into yoga now, I really hope i can be a step a higher level on my yoga. I have to say after months of yoga, i feel good but i just wanna feel even better. I want my body become more flexible. All the aunties in the yoga center are better than me so you can say i have the competitive spirit here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adding to the list, I really hope i can do more charitable works. May be go find some organisation and get involve with it when i'm here. I think i should. Let's just hope i will do that ok :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlfqGirLQI/AAAAAAAADl4/yuYu1UAE7Jo/s400/IMG_3093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And also, by 21 i wanna make my parents feel proud of me and be able to treat me as BIG GIRL and be able to not worry so much of me anymore and just enjoy their own life. Just that, i would already be really happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, i have a few more too but i shall not write it down here but secretly know it in my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after 2 years, i shall read this blog post again and see if i did achieve what i have wrote down. I really do hope i can achieve every single one of them :)&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Let's dream big together!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The invariable mark of a dream is to see it come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;we lose the excitement of possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3522708215671304364-759232820951650103?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/759232820951650103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=759232820951650103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/759232820951650103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/759232820951650103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-day.html' title='The big day'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFlg6DvG5LI/AAAAAAAADmA/HvZJjtCOFjM/s72-c/avec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-6249398721334956139</id><published>2010-07-31T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:17:29.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school never ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is the day that marks my high school's 85th Anniversary! It's as old as my grandfather. There's just so much of memories we had there. And you can just see how much love each of the convent girls have on this school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5 years we spent in this school gave such a great impact on each of us. I'm sure everyone of us did have our great share of fun. I mean who doesn't have fun in high school?! I really regret to not attend the 85th anniversary just for one class of mine. I should have just skip my class for it. It's once in every 5 years. Sigh....too late for regrets now. So i'll just have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; wait for the 90th anniversary. Then I'll be 25 and i wonder where and what will i be?! The all-so-common-busy-in-the-making-accountant? Well i shall see that in 5 years time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i just am so proud to be from Convent JB! You can say whatever you want but high school did make me what i am now. I've learn and gain so much from there. My high school ain't just some ordinary high school. I think it has some magic spell that had put on each one of us. You hear how some ppl just prejudice their own high school. However, none of the girls will EVER hate convent JB. And everyone of us just wish to be back in high school cause it's just where all the laughter is shared among all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss high school terribly now :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish i can turn 13 again and do my high school thing all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFRLYIdgbXI/AAAAAAAADlQ/TUpg-Tu7Rcs/s400/DSC01874.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500103922886405490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFRLXkXxW1I/AAAAAAAADlI/SBe4Qpu0eio/s400/DSC03399.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500103913198672722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONVENT JB,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD TO BE PART OF THIS SCHOOL!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Shit, i gain weight from high school. it's obvious i know! And look how innocent i was)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-time for weight losing and cleansing of mind. LOL!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-6249398721334956139?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6249398721334956139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=6249398721334956139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6249398721334956139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6249398721334956139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/high-school-never-ends.html' title='High school never ends'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFRLYIdgbXI/AAAAAAAADlQ/TUpg-Tu7Rcs/s72-c/DSC01874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7643184079689396981</id><published>2010-07-28T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:55:09.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The silver lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am always telling people just be confident and be yourself, and you'll get what you're heading and easily being friends with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, sometimes it's just hard. I tried to ask myself to be that person i'm always telling people to be but yet i'm not persuing what i'm suppose to be or become. Talking about actions speaks louder than words :/ It's just difficult. I suppose everyone thinks so too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a brand new environment now. Around 90% is new to me. People, Place, Plans, or Pictures. Everything is different. I was definitely intimidated but now i'm slowly getting the hang of it though i can tell you honestly i may not have any real friends in class yet. I've talked to a few people but it's all general talks and nothing more. It's just different from where i was. It was comfortable and everything just fit in so nicely. Now, there's some cracks here and there. Some people i just can't imagine being friends with from overhearing their conversation. I think i should not be so choosy or think so negative. May be they're better than i think so but somehow it's not gonna be as good as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecturers are fairly good here. My law lecturer looks like a taller, bigger, not so good-looking version of Michael Jackson. He's just hilarious. I never laugh so much in a law class. All my memories in law classes are dozing off or skipping classes. One of my friends introduced him personally to me and we talked a bit about why i'm back here in JB. He's definitely nice but i'm suspect he may be GAY! That's kinda cool right?! Having a lecturer being gay :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for costing lecturer, he's just a person who we should admire. He can't walk and needs a wheelchair all the time. However, when he teaches us, he never ask our help for like writing on the board or erasing the board. I mean that's just so great of him. i can't imagine what he had been going through. As for tax lecturer, he's kinda boring but yer a really gentle and nice guy. All of them are guys. I kinda hope Rozi is my tax lecturer now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I think i set my goals so high for some things when i know it's impossible to reach. Having high goals is a good thing but it's just depressing when you just can't reach that goal of yours. I really wish i have that determination and courage to go through everything in life because life is just such a pain in the ass. Literally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I always tell myself it's never the end of the world. Everything happens for a reason and God has definitely plan something well for me in life. That's what keeping me still and positive for every failure i've made in life. I really do hope it's right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say every cloud has a silver lining. I wish i will see mine soon. Crossing my fingers hard =)&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFBEnWJhaII/AAAAAAAADlA/E2QerLjWNr8/s400/341777253.jpg" /&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;i&gt;All of us are architects of fate... living in these walls of time.&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/3522708215671304364-7643184079689396981?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7643184079689396981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7643184079689396981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7643184079689396981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7643184079689396981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/silver-lining.html' title='The silver lining'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TFBEnWJhaII/AAAAAAAADlA/E2QerLjWNr8/s72-c/341777253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7686945654956341765</id><published>2010-07-25T22:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:57:51.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TExTj-d-Y3I/AAAAAAAADko/sqp40PnQ0s0/s1600/ellen-page-702789.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TExTiz5OsLI/AAAAAAAADkg/sEjZ6TtBbkc/s1600/leonardo-dicaprio-details.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TExTiZjbW3I/AAAAAAAADkY/O2DPbb9PnZU/s1600/Inception-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TExTiZjbW3I/AAAAAAAADkY/O2DPbb9PnZU/s400/Inception-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497861095552670578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watch Inception? Cause if you haven, i am adamant to advice you to get your ass up and go watch it as you're missing some good shit. The movie is just MIND-BLOWING! I'm serious. How can anyone just think of something like this? A dream in a dream.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Subconscious security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Omg just how creative are people getting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher Nolan is just the one person who can do it. He's one awesome director. Well yes i did some research on this movie after watching it. I just had to use Yt's favourite website (wikepedia) to know about this movie. Just tell me about it. I'm just loving the movie so much. I know it may seem i'm being&lt;i&gt; oh-so-drama&lt;/i&gt; but well it's just me. Once i start loving something, you'll see how obsessed i get on it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TExTiz5OsLI/AAAAAAAADkg/sEjZ6TtBbkc/s400/leonardo-dicaprio-details.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leonardo Dicarpio. I have to say he really did a good job on this movie. Thumbs up :) I for one is not really obsessed bout him. He's really manly but not my cup of tea. Do you know me &amp;amp; him share the same birthday. We're such awesome people *flips hair* =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TExTj-d-Y3I/AAAAAAAADko/sqp40PnQ0s0/s400/ellen-page-702789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this movie, i checked out Ellen Page more than any others. I mean she's one girl that i believe will do great in the future. After knowing her from Juno, i had quite a good impression on her. She's those kind of girls who you will not notice she's really pretty at first sight but the more you get notice of her, the more you find that she's actually gorgeous. To make it simple, she's not boring to look at even after a long period, it just gets better. But mostly i like her kinda laid-back attitude. She can be so gorgeous and be so cool at the same time. She can so pull off to be a lesbian. Omg....i think i sound so much like a positive lesbian. Lol. Just checking a girl out, That's all :) No more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, you people just better go watch it. You'll get what i mean after watching the movie. Ok i'm freaking tired now. Been waking up so early this few days and driving so often lately. YES I AM DRIVING!!! And all by myself. I drove 3 of my friends around already. BIG time achievement for me :) I hope i din scare the hell out of them. Cos i did scare myself up when i got lost at one stage. HAHA! Don't judge, i may be better than you think :D&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;You mustn't be afraid to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; a little bigger darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3522708215671304364-7686945654956341765?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7686945654956341765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7686945654956341765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7686945654956341765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7686945654956341765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TExTiZjbW3I/AAAAAAAADkY/O2DPbb9PnZU/s72-c/Inception-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-84443394842056127</id><published>2010-07-20T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:17:03.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TEWtZtVUonI/AAAAAAAADjw/3jTV1QiSuUI/s1600/74ab6be3efd618d86706937f4ac160e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TEWtZtVUonI/AAAAAAAADjw/3jTV1QiSuUI/s320/74ab6be3efd618d86706937f4ac160e5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495989577452921458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a long talk with one of my juniors and she's Form 5 now and is already planning for her future right now. She's been telling me what she intends to do and where she intends to go and all and i really envy her. I mean back then i was taking everything for granted. Yes i did do some research on some college and courses but not thoroughly. And i really regret it NOW!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have been given another chance, I would definitely not go into ACCA which i have been struggling so hard now. I would probably turn into a foundation course first and then into a accounting degree and then final year i'll go to Aussie. It's not i can't do it now it's just i think it's a little too late for i have gone into this ACCA shit so deep and somehow there's not much of turning back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why i regretted so much of taking granted of everything i had and have. Although i did not too badly in my SPM but still now i'm quite in a mess. Like seriously. I really wish i could turn back time and redo everything. You know i would die to just pack my bags right now and then fly to Australia near to mother nature and have a serene holiday where there's no stress, just freedom and calmness. I would definitely love that right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's all too late Brenda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up from your dreamland and come back to this cold and cruel real world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TEWveQ1VgdI/AAAAAAAADkI/QKKUcOgh7nM/s320/times_square_by_kristianna11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-84443394842056127?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/84443394842056127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=84443394842056127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/84443394842056127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/84443394842056127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TEWtZtVUonI/AAAAAAAADjw/3jTV1QiSuUI/s72-c/74ab6be3efd618d86706937f4ac160e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7364507520503800424</id><published>2010-07-18T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:23:17.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TEKdboSHX9I/AAAAAAAADjo/nMW-EyPWy5I/s320/1709050269.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495127593340854226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been feeling easily tired, restless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moodless&lt;/span&gt; and just emotional recently. I don't know what's happening to me. May be it's all in the mind. I really wish everything is just the same but it isn't. Everything has change and it should be, for the better. But somehow deep inside i can't help to wonder why is it happening? why is it just me? why is it have to be this way? why is it just WHY?!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think a person's life is supposed to be like a DVD. You can see the version everyone else sees, or you can choose the director's cut-the way he wanted you to see it, before everything else got in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are menus, probably, so that you can start at the good spots and not have to relieve the bad ones. You can measure your life by the number of scenes you've survived, or the minutes you've been stuck there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably though, life is more like those dumb video surveillance tapes. Grainy, no matter how hard you stare at it. And looped, the same thing, over and over again.&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/3522708215671304364-7364507520503800424?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7364507520503800424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7364507520503800424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7364507520503800424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7364507520503800424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TEKdboSHX9I/AAAAAAAADjo/nMW-EyPWy5I/s72-c/1709050269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-58387683797453336</id><published>2010-07-12T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:24:38.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG!</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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GUESS WHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BRENDA GOT HERSELF A BANG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( as if she's not kiddy looking enough and now it's just worse. I just look dumb too! Tell me about it seriously!)&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;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;BEWARE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Don't be shock when you see the picture below. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDv4LencLhI/AAAAAAAADjg/K5aWuFRiDo4/s320/221352.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493257046589189650" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDv4LHegE4I/AAAAAAAADjY/M3asgvfNu4M/s320/220146.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493257040377680770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDv4K4BsavI/AAAAAAAADjQ/Rv7gmvnMhvM/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493257036230322930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I don't like criticism but i need to know it :) So pls just be truthful to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-58387683797453336?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/58387683797453336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=58387683797453336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/58387683797453336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/58387683797453336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/bang.html' title='BANG!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDv4LencLhI/AAAAAAAADjg/K5aWuFRiDo4/s72-c/221352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2995170275776898180</id><published>2010-07-07T21:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:02:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you call her, she's MY SHORTAY</title><content type='html'>I've known someone by accident from another close friend of mine because for some unknown reason we are match together just because we're having the same height. Ok that's what THEY say so but from my point of view, i'm definitely TALLER than her by at least 1cm. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression for this girl, well in a good tone, i'll say she's very SHY but let's get REAL here, she's just anti-social and has that really lansi look which i din know where she got that from. *roll eyes* Summore i can't really tell if she's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Chinese&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Indon&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;?! lol. And i never really get her name. Her short name can be relate to so many things. Like pork chop or personal computer! lol. So you can tell it was a BAD first impression huh! But on a brighter side i don't dislike her as we're on the same boat of being tease as the SHORT girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shortly after being introduced by that friend of mine, we still managed to say at least a HI-BYE in college and putting a smile on our faces. Girls are good in acting you know :) Then we decided to plan a hiking trip to Bukit Tabur and we invited like everyone in library to join us and UNEXPECTEDLY this girl tak tau malu come and join us. Sigh....and so my first trip with her was incidental too! HAHA! I think she wants to check me out that's why she wanted to tag along or may be she wanted to fit in a cool gang of ours :) *flips hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our hiking journey, a gang of us slowly hike up and you know what the UNLUCKY me was the one behind her and she's like so slow lor. That's why i say she's shorter than me. And being behind of her, i was asked to take care of her safety by the friend of mine. I should have suspected something between them by then. HAHA! And she summore so shy and all say don't need my help and everything. Action lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought may be my FATE with her will come to an end, another trip popped out between our gang and we invited once again everyone in the library. We're VERY friendly people :) I have to say we got closer after our hiking trip together since i was the one taking care of a girl smaller than me like a 10 year old kid but her real age is ........... (let's not talk bout it here! ) So we planned the Redang trip among ourselves and this girl decided to join in also. Sigh... Now i know why la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our Redang trip, have to say it was really FUN. So me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dini,&lt;/span&gt; and her were given the same room to stay in. I have no idea why la. That's our ber-bonding session. That's where everything started :) *raises eyebrows* We had fun laughing of every silly jokes, getting tipsy, bath together. LOL. Everything BAD from me now is taught by her. She actually tempt us to commit suicide ok! Like seriously...ask me to join her to go sink and die and the silly me agreed upon it. WE were not in the right mind back then. Everyone was staring at us and friends were nearly giving up on us. What we did back then just makes me laugh everytime i think of it. Remembering how this girl opened the door of our room just to see if we could sneak out of the room as we had bodyguards guarding our room door.  What were we thinking ??? What was she thinking??&lt;br /&gt;Well like i say, What happened in redang, stays in redang! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after that trip, the 3 of us started being close and tight. We practically were always together in college. We can just tell dirty jokes and gossip around and one day passes by damn freaking fast. So you can say we had a blast just by being together. It's kinda difficult now for us to do the same thing as before :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that, many things happened between us and we were sadly separated in class but our relationship as being the awesome 3 never drifted apart. That's one thing I'm so proud and happy about. The 3 of us still do meet up once in a while but i always do see this girl I'm talking about. Like ALWAYS until i got so bored looking at her. HAHA! We have lunch together in white, study together in foyer and library, go eat ramly burger and snowflakes (on me) together, hiking, celebrate so many people's birthdays together. So you gotta be very close to one to be doing all this things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, after knowing her a year plus, it just seems like forever. We've been through so much together. Ups and downs. I mean we're like SISTERS now. She's definitely the elder one. HAHA! And since so many have said we look alike which is an INSULT for both of us. May be we do look a little alike just we won't admit it. But seriously, i really treat her like my own sister though i already have one of my own. She definitely helped me in so many ways. I'm just thankful for being able to know her by that friend of mine. Oh ya they're like so in LOVE now. I should have guess it! There's something going on between you two from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just wanna tell you for being such an AWESOME friend. You brought happiness in my life and i'm sure i did the same to you *wink* Though i got to know how GROSS, LAZY, PIG, LANSI, EMO, &amp;amp; BIATCH you are, i still endured all of it and befriended you so well all this while. Well done Brenda * wipe tears* Putting aside all the bad stuff, like i said you're really AWESOME. I never regretted as well knowing you as my friend. In fact, I'm really blessed. Though we may be having a long distance relationship now, i know we will still remain as close as ever cos we're just who we always are. You're one special person in my life.  I LOVE YOU FOREVER &amp;amp; EVER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly i would like and love to say and wish you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Awesome/ Shortay/ LOO/ PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case it's HAYLEY LOO PHEI CHUEN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSSkjbc_fI/AAAAAAAADfI/nD-QwMO6uyU/s320/35543_433222880745_647235745_5673932_2119534_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491175002354810354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSXvyJFRAI/AAAAAAAADfg/HD5jRCY0Q2E/s1600/36980_405708391308_569156308_4567324_6821959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSXvyJFRAI/AAAAAAAADfg/HD5jRCY0Q2E/s320/36980_405708391308_569156308_4567324_6821959_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491180692840989698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moments that i cherish much with you and i hope our friendship will last us till the end of time and imagine us being like 60 and even shorter and still able to shit about everything. Ok that sounds a little intimidating. HAHA! I just hope we'll stay the same forever :)&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and kisses*&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/3522708215671304364-2995170275776898180?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2995170275776898180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2995170275776898180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2995170275776898180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2995170275776898180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever-you-call-her-shes-my-shortay.html' title='Whatever you call her, she&apos;s MY SHORTAY'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSR894lNVI/AAAAAAAADeQ/wI9PE8KDHLc/s72-c/3288_194174035723_703560723_6860139_8068462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5495608305403021371</id><published>2010-07-07T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:12:02.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never</title><content type='html'>had to make a decision which was this complicated in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we are given choices to choose from and decisions to make. But do we really know what we're choosing and making the right decision for ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one who has the difficulty to even make a decision on what to eat or wear or watch. Everything seem nicely plan well for me all along. But just NOT now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you tell me now, how am i suppose to solve this difficult equation of mine when i am someone who's so freckled-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the challenge i have to take up to make me stronger and more mature in life. I'll take this challenge for sure but am i making the right choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDNVV5Ox4TI/AAAAAAAADdo/I2SQDKLZ_q0/s1600/paint_your_life_by_ainukiw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDNVV5Ox4TI/AAAAAAAADdo/I2SQDKLZ_q0/s320/paint_your_life_by_ainukiw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490826205323190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing that's holding me back....&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/3522708215671304364-5495608305403021371?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5495608305403021371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5495608305403021371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5495608305403021371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5495608305403021371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/never-had-i.html' title='I Never'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDNVV5Ox4TI/AAAAAAAADdo/I2SQDKLZ_q0/s72-c/paint_your_life_by_ainukiw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7201400647084734813</id><published>2010-07-05T14:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:23:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDF4R17feiI/AAAAAAAADa8/uBHNkILe3ZQ/s1600/36896_405874626308_569156308_4571186_3568044_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDF2FY7X5hI/AAAAAAAADY0/Oj-pQJcwki8/s320/34306_405836126308_569156308_4570211_5504805_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490299255704249874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDF2FFc96aI/AAAAAAAADYs/9hJQsmel_w4/s1600/34209_405853211308_569156308_4570645_1258927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDF2FFc96aI/AAAAAAAADYs/9hJQsmel_w4/s320/34209_405853211308_569156308_4570645_1258927_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490299250476444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDF2EKGUJ_I/AAAAAAAADYk/OGHNJhteIas/s1600/34137_405876676308_569156308_4571264_763058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDF2EKGUJ_I/AAAAAAAADYk/OGHNJhteIas/s320/34137_405876676308_569156308_4571264_763058_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490299234543740914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore trip with my college friends was really good surprisingly. I thought with me going in after so many times, there should be nothing much already for me to see but well i'm wrong. Singapore is small yes it's really small but this time round i was supposedly the tour guide for them where i don;t even know how to take the bus and MRT. Well done la brenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it, But i actually managed to bring them around spore successfully! And i now realized it's just a piece of cake to take the bus and MRT. I'm awesome la! * pats head* Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there....let's say they're what you think they are always known as :) Not all but some of them.  And definitely their dressings are way better than JB people. No many lalas there for sure. HAHAHA! We met up with Wui Ling there and i am telling you she's just great. She's just so nice! We told her last minute of us being there and she still brought us to her home and serve us dinner and everything. THANKS if you're reading this :) I will let you know when i go into Singapore the next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the pictures uploaded has flooded my whole facebook consuming 4 albums. Seriously...we're one poser gang. But all in all it was a trip that was so enjoyable being with my friends and also an eye opener for me too. So loving the trip and everything. Being a tour guide is not easy but i still am happy my friends came and enjoyed themselves. That's the most important part :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-7201400647084734813?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7201400647084734813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7201400647084734813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7201400647084734813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7201400647084734813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDF4R17feiI/AAAAAAAADa8/uBHNkILe3ZQ/s72-c/36896_405874626308_569156308_4571186_3568044_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4530603323914083419</id><published>2010-07-03T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:08:42.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TC62bs5fhzI/AAAAAAAADYc/0-8KOzL38Os/s1600/28263_405705941308_569156308_4567285_7118881_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TC62bs5fhzI/AAAAAAAADYc/0-8KOzL38Os/s320/28263_405705941308_569156308_4567285_7118881_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489525582836238130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm sitting in front of my laptop, thinking it was just LAST week when all my friends were down here in JB to visit me and EAT. It all seems too fast. Time is what we all need but it's the one thing we can't keep track. I feel so old now, not physically of course. I don't know why, may be i've been hanging out with some younger generations and i somehow feel there's lack of something there. So i'll just admit i'm getting OLD! Boo~~~ How sad! I'm already turning 20 this year. Pls....I once told myself i can't imagine myself being 20, can't imagine being in college, can't imagine me driving ( still is), can't imagine me starting to work, can't imagine like everything but all of these things, been there and done that. So yeah....I'm getting old. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i really can't imagine in another 3 to 4 years time, i should have graduated and starting to work and getting into the REAL world. Ok...that scares the hell out of me now. So i can't imagine all of it for now. Just stick to what i should be doing which will be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, talking about that, i still haven quite decided what i'll be heading into. I've actually quite made up my mind in doing a degree because i'm really taunted by ACCA. I know compared to some people me failing for this few times is nothing but hey it's only CAT, and imagine me doing F and P level. I'm really scared i'll not be able to cope there. It's not like it'll be damn easy in a degree but it's still EASIER than ACCA. (i hope so) And i guess i'll have more choices to study in degree. May be i can major in economics or something else. So yeah i've been thinking a lot. So, degree is still in my head for now. But friends have been telling me it's a waste for me to be throwing ACCA into the drain and then it got me thinking again. It's true too, i once told myself that i would work my ass for ACCA but now it's not i will not work my ass for it, it's just i'm really afraid of it. I hope you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just not talk bout that anymore. Anyways, we had a girls night out yesterday where we drank beer and watch the world cup games. So now, who told you only guys does this things. We girls do the same all right! Well...we had awesome fun though there was supposedly to be more people to join in, more like a gathering but in the end left 4 of us once again but still it was a great night minus off Brazil losing. Such a sad match. When i watch a football match, either it is boring or the team i'm supporting is losing. Damn sad wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place we went is open by an ang moh guy from Melbourne * raises eyebrows*! HAHA! Old guy la. He was friendly like all ang mohs and helping us taking pictures since he's like the REAL professional photographer there. He's nice but he supports Netherland therefore we din talk much of the games. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all my friends are heading back to books and it scares me that i'm still in the middle of dilemma. So i'm like 60% going into a degree if the college is accepting me. If so then i'll be back in KL very soon. I like being home here cause for this past few months i really learned so much from here but i think it's time for me to go back to my books and start drilling what i aim for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i gotta go now. I need to help my mum to do some errands. And i drove ok! Bu yao kan xiao wo! HEHE! That's just in case if some ppl think that i'm a banana. I'm NOT a banana, i know how to speak, write and read chinese. so i'm a typical chinese here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-4530603323914083419?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4530603323914083419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4530603323914083419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4530603323914083419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4530603323914083419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TC62bs5fhzI/AAAAAAAADYc/0-8KOzL38Os/s72-c/28263_405705941308_569156308_4567285_7118881_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-1226278716491345820</id><published>2010-06-29T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:01:28.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope so</title><content type='html'>Hello people! I'm really TIRED but i just don't want to tuck into bed. Just not yet. Let's see... i've been a tourist guide for these few days. JB &amp;amp; S'pore. I have no idea what i was thinking. Me?! A tourist guide?! Omg la....WRONG choice of the year. But well i TRIED my best to be a good one but i wasn't the one i expected to be. Could have been better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well what's done is done. I feel so sorry for some things and not planning it really well. And not bringing to the places with really good food. So i think i should learn more on tt. I shall do better NEXT time, if there's ever a NEXT time la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCjjRTXmVYI/AAAAAAAADYU/bRxd21IOhiU/s1600/36720_395521272433_548487433_4254957_5983029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCjjRTXmVYI/AAAAAAAADYU/bRxd21IOhiU/s320/36720_395521272433_548487433_4254957_5983029_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487886032347485570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with a few long lost friends last few days. Like seriously LONG-LOST friends. We din see each other for nearly 3 years ok. So yea we met up and chatted about our school times. It started a little awkward but it was all right after the ice-breaking session. I've forgotten how funny all of them were. So it was real good meeting up everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side, i don;t know if it's ME or just anything else. I just feel after all this while in JB, I've been better in treating of one thing or another. May be i can just feel more MATURE or GROWN UP compared before. I don't get angry easily for some small little things but sometimes i still will do when hormones strikes me i guess! HAAHA! And also i feel closer to my parents. I talk to them much more than before and telling, discussing them stuffs which i normally don't say or feel that i don't have the need to say. And knowing how much love i'm having from them. So yea i'm really glad for all this. I always take things for granted and now i think TWICE for things and i hope every step i take will be the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess me being here in JB for months is not a bad thing after all. So now after all this setbacks i shall now make a right decision for my future. It's a CHOICE to be made by me and the RIGHT one this time. I really hope so. I've been really thinking about it so much lately. I don't want to make anymore silly mistakes and just go into what i suppose to be in and then not let my parents down but being proud of their daughter. That's all i'm asking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways damn tired already. Heading to Spore again tomoro! See ya ppl soon :) Have a nice day. Deprive from Yoga once again :( And so sorry none of you guys seen my driving skills! My dad as you know, and after seeing him you should know even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-1226278716491345820?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1226278716491345820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=1226278716491345820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1226278716491345820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1226278716491345820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hope-so.html' title='I hope so'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCjjRTXmVYI/AAAAAAAADYU/bRxd21IOhiU/s72-c/36720_395521272433_548487433_4254957_5983029_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-6135943356843130225</id><published>2010-06-23T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:03:11.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to be back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCNVIwS304I/AAAAAAAADXc/PXwEAVyWU3s/s1600/35543_433222840745_647235745_5673928_2802838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCNVIwS304I/AAAAAAAADXc/PXwEAVyWU3s/s320/35543_433222840745_647235745_5673928_2802838_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322379958768514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi World :D I'm finally back to my blog after being MIA for some time. I had many things in my mind after my exams and hence no blogging.  So beware this post will be LONG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well firstly, after the exams i was super depressed. Let's not talk much on this topic or else i'll just turn into some emo freak soon. ACCA is just killing everyone of us slowly one by one openly. Sigh...tell me once AGAIN, WHY DID I CHOOSE TO GO INTO THIS COURSE?!! Anyways just all those emo shit la after the exams. Went home and just watched tv and then just slowly slept off to keep my mind off this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i woke up and then i just washed up and then just asked my dad to drop me in a shopping mall all by myself. Damn emo i know :( Then i just walked around all by myself. The ME time. And like after walking for some time i just went to J.Co all by myself again to get myself a yogurt and sat there and read a book. Seriously...it may sound really sad but it's NOT. I really had fun being all by myself. I guess i needed that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the next few days i relax myself by turning more into Yoga. Yea it was great. Just GREAT! It helped me a little here and there i have to say. And now i am deprived of it after not doing it for almost 4 days! It's not being drama. I just need some dose on doing yoga. And that's settle cause i'll be heading 1st thing in the morning tomoro :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there goes me going depress once again when my mum told me that i can't go to KL. I wanted to go badly cause i needed a heart to heart with my love ones there face to face. I had so many things in my mind and i had no idea how to figure out and just needed to voice out my difficulties and hence I NEEDED TO GO KL! I seriously wanted to breakdown when my mum said NO. But luckily my awesome sis told my dad which i was so afraid of telling him bout it and he actually let me go. I was really surprised and it was such a sudden decision and by the next afternoon i was leaving to KL =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently i was the SURPRISE for Dini's party. I told my driver first hand cause what else i needed from him since I already said he's my driver *grins* Then the next was the hey hi guy. And lastly was the shortay which she said she got hurt by telling her so late. Like wth lor...HAHAHA! At least i told you ok. I actually din wanna tell you at all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in the bus, i can't sleep and i was just looking out at the window all the time. It's been nearly 4 months i've been to KL and i have to say i was SHO EXCITED!!!! When i reached KL, i saw the jam and i was like " Wow...JAM! It's been a while since i've experience this jam!" Like WTF! Normally i would be cursing inside of me of the jam but at that moment i felt nothing i just was feeling that moment. A little overboard but it's TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went for my Wg's party, it was already 9pm and i was hiding behind my best friend and seriously she din notice me at all. Like NOT AT ALL!!! What do i expect right....Sigh! And when i jumped out from behind, WG was really shocked and i knew that she was really surprised me being there. And i was happy seeing everyone too. Dini's parents were so welcoming and it just felt like home to me too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driver brought me to my other home and then i was so happy seeing my cousins once again. Though they will tease me to the max, i still miss them very much. The first thing they saw me was like "WELCOME BACK TO CIVILIZATION!" HAHAHA! And then they started teaching me their new game "SHIT-HEAD" And we played it while watching world cup. It was wonderful being with them after so long. It's like a reunion. I felt like i was the happiest girl that day :) But never expected there;s more ahead of me :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, waking up kinda early and i was already ready waiting for my sis arriving. It's been a while i've seen her :) And all the sumptuos breakfast my uncle prepared is more than enough to feed the people in the house. Like normal, we sat down at the dining table and chit-chat and laughing with every joke we made. It was a really good feeling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i woke up at 6am. *claps claps* I am also amazed. I went for mass and then hike up gasing hill with a few of them and jog at the taman. The exercise was really satisfying. Sweat damn a lot and i am really happy cos i think my stamina have improved :) Lunch at tropicana mall and few hours later BBQ for Father's day. I sweat damn a lot when i was bbw-ing, more than when i exercise. WE bbq lamb, chicken, sausages and eveything. It was tasty as hell. Then played football with cousins and i laughed so much wei. It's been a while i felt this way :) And then i went for nasi lemak Maybank ok! Damn sinful. Non-stop eating in KL. That's not the end. Then we ate brain brain. Still lose to my JB :) But it was just nice hanging out with friends :) Thanks shortay for planning it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the day i was excited as well cos i'll be going to SUNWAY! Ok wow BIG DEAL! Yes it is since i haven been there for months. I went into my ex hostel. Surprisingly they allowed me in and arrange my things in my friend's place and then head off to college and damn nostalgic as hell wei. I visited the library too - my 2nd home :)  had white kai fan and  still was tasty and CHEAP!!! Then headed my pyramid to watch KARATE KID! Shortay and the bro. He was awkward cos he';s the ONLY guy. But the movie was awesome of course! And then shop a bit and we had Ramly burger and Snowflakes! I ate twice for this trip already :) And then headed Krystal's home to rest. SATISFYING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not the end. With Krystal, she will surely bring us out for yum cha. And so we headed to mamak and watch world cup as well. One game after another and slowly it was like 4am already. I was knocked out totally. Sleeping on the table but will always get shocked when they miss a goal or shoot a goal.  Sigh....tiring wei. Never stayed up this late for some time already. I felt like an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back home has been good again. I've been really busy in JB. Going around and planning stuff and doing this and that. Like so  busy lor. But it's worth it la. Since i've been so free last few months right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i wanna write more seriously but i have things to do and i know not everyone wanna read my boring post. So till then see you guys in JB! Be careful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks PC for all the free rides and bringing me to all the good food area! It was real satisfying and good. I'll need all that food once a few months so i will be back to get that dose of food soon! And of course moving my stuff from one end to the other end. Summore some people so lousy got aching after that. Sorry la! HAHAHA!  I LOVE YOU LIKE A LOT OK! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCNVHMYcXDI/AAAAAAAADXM/P1SYBSoE5ZI/s320/37398_404589596766_576096766_4915589_4728943_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486322353138588722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCNV3_X0qyI/AAAAAAAADYM/4VlRwcdTNDE/s1600/35543_433222920745_647235745_5673935_5030532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCNV3_X0qyI/AAAAAAAADYM/4VlRwcdTNDE/s320/35543_433222920745_647235745_5673935_5030532_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486323191459916578" 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/3522708215671304364-6135943356843130225?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6135943356843130225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=6135943356843130225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6135943356843130225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6135943356843130225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/nice-to-be-back.html' title='Nice to be back'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TCNVIwS304I/AAAAAAAADXc/PXwEAVyWU3s/s72-c/35543_433222840745_647235745_5673928_2802838_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-702814905975759498</id><published>2010-06-11T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:50:10.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TBH4LduPxyI/AAAAAAAADW8/LFL7M4ol3TI/s1600/StairwaytoHeaven_by_CatidakiSevisgen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TBH4LduPxyI/AAAAAAAADW8/LFL7M4ol3TI/s320/StairwaytoHeaven_by_CatidakiSevisgen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481435097327453986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 more days and i shall face the exam hall once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sadly i am taking it in JB this time round and it's in a SMK school which from the outward facade of the school i see, i can tell there'll be NO AIR-COND for me. Damn sad case pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it's freaking HOT and SUNNY that day?? I don't wanna imagine me doing my paper and sweating like hell....Not a good sight and feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tell myself,  just it's just ONE day for 3 hours only so BEAR WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i shall see the LIGHT of happiness :)&lt;br /&gt;(i hope so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then have fun for the papers! Loves&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/3522708215671304364-702814905975759498?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/702814905975759498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=702814905975759498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/702814905975759498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/702814905975759498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/light-of-happiness.html' title='Light of happiness'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TBH4LduPxyI/AAAAAAAADW8/LFL7M4ol3TI/s72-c/StairwaytoHeaven_by_CatidakiSevisgen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7492256303310818296</id><published>2010-06-07T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:39:38.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TAyh7gHtR4I/AAAAAAAADW0/RepeIUOzmJc/s1600/livin_the_life_by_heiidii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TAyh7gHtR4I/AAAAAAAADW0/RepeIUOzmJc/s320/livin_the_life_by_heiidii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479932890209666946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End is NEAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just hang on there and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look on a brighter side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk in the exam hall with firm footsteps and confidence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm in writing the answers and reading all of the ques carefully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you shall do your best and believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then you will know that it's all FINALLY OVER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for all and i'll pray hard for everyone of you out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES * hugs and kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-7492256303310818296?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7492256303310818296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7492256303310818296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7492256303310818296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7492256303310818296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-is-near.html' title='The End is near'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TAyh7gHtR4I/AAAAAAAADW0/RepeIUOzmJc/s72-c/livin_the_life_by_heiidii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-8302132178288430783</id><published>2010-06-01T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:11:08.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASyMzuZosI/AAAAAAAADWc/84lOzcKSxKM/s1600/30426_1432023553464_1019159539_1286800_7385438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASxyrTHSXI/AAAAAAAADWM/hLMMh3LTNIo/s320/30426_1432010953149_1019159539_1286650_3668409_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477698530963835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASxydBxqkI/AAAAAAAADWE/0osQEtrcvFE/s1600/30426_1432015753269_1019159539_1286695_1752003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASxydBxqkI/AAAAAAAADWE/0osQEtrcvFE/s320/30426_1432015753269_1019159539_1286695_1752003_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477698527133018690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASxyPdhdDI/AAAAAAAADV8/y-5aAlrrH8E/s1600/30426_1432014993250_1019159539_1286682_5571336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASxyPdhdDI/AAAAAAAADV8/y-5aAlrrH8E/s320/30426_1432014993250_1019159539_1286682_5571336_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477698523491300402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASxxwYYPYI/AAAAAAAADV0/ge6xRa2mls8/s1600/30426_1432020433386_1019159539_1286741_7764392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASxxwYYPYI/AAAAAAAADV0/ge6xRa2mls8/s320/30426_1432020433386_1019159539_1286741_7764392_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477698515148225922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's JUNE!!!! Time is passing so fast that sometimes i can only remember the times in pictures. I have 14 days left and it's over. But i'm not too stress yet...Yes i am stress but not like i'm the stress-till-i-feel-like-dying kind. I should better be stress soon...like NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thinking of JUNE is like thinking of hell and heaven. Hell for June is finals and everyone will be drooling on their beloved books to survive everyday that is passing by. And heaven as holidays are nearing and we can at least have like a few pathetic weeks of holidays. So June is fairly an important month for all of us. There's like too many things going on in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just BIRTHDAYS, it's already too many of them. Why so many June babies?! Why parents like having babies in June? Well for my family, my dad and brother share the same birthday so there's like 2 there. And my neighbour whom my family has been close like family since like forever also share the same birthdays together. Tell me about it. Call it FATE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let's go to the Friends section. For close friends, i already have 3 in my head. I'm so lucky that i don't have to plan theirs this year. HAHAHHA! It's really fun to plan birthdays but it's a serious hectic thing to take on too. Dini, Kelly ho, Jess, i'll surely make it up for not being there for your birthdays :) No worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many activities in June and too much money spend on it. The month of June will never be a month to save money. June June June....Sigh...I won't name my daughter June though it's a nice name. And although i'm not planning the birthdays i still have to plan for the coming event for friends will be coming to my awesome JB. So i'll have to line up activities for them. So my job of a planner is still at hand for now :/ But i'm also excited for the coming of all the rascals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASyNOPfCsI/AAAAAAAADWk/Bj5RX2J0qGQ/s1600/24979_388888793424_649518424_3677709_2724602_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASyNOPfCsI/AAAAAAAADWk/Bj5RX2J0qGQ/s320/24979_388888793424_649518424_3677709_2724602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477698987020454594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM WAITING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-8302132178288430783?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8302132178288430783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=8302132178288430783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8302132178288430783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8302132178288430783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming.html' title='The coming'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TASyMzuZosI/AAAAAAAADWc/84lOzcKSxKM/s72-c/30426_1432023553464_1019159539_1286800_7385438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-9150994746998300794</id><published>2010-05-29T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:43:09.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together we are one</title><content type='html'>Hello bloggers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everyone catch American Idol's Finals? Lee Dewyze won :) I was really happy for him. Crystal deserves it too but i'm sure she'll do great whatsoever. And guess what! I actually did cry when all the ex-American idol winners sang together as Simon leave American Idol. I felt it was so emotional and i cried. I don't know if it's just me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I really feel like getting up early everyday and do some yoga and then have like those really healthy breakfast. Salad and whatever. A healthy lifestyle feels so good inside out. I can totally become a vegetarian if i want to. I mean i love eating meat who doesn't but i THINK i could if i really had the determination. Means having someone preparing all vegan food for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lazy nowadays which i shouldn't since exams are nearing. I feel sleepy and just tempermental for some reason. Should be PMS-ing. But seriously i was being such a brat this few days complaining about everything and just yelling at things and people. I so hate myself this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways does your dad talk to a dog like talking to a kid? Well my dad does :D He's hilarious. He was so worried for our dog and was calling in to check how she was the day she got sick. When he asked me to call him when the vet came and i didn't he got a little angry with me. Like seriously...&lt;br /&gt;This dog has turn my family into dog lovers and treating them like family too. It's good in a way but it's just so funny how my dad talks to the dog. For example he will ask her " How are you Cherry?" and he'll just keep asking her as if the dog can reply. I was there watching and listening and just laughing my head off. And he just calmly continues his "conversation" with the dog :)&lt;br /&gt;How cute is THAT! My dad is just one classic dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...I'm so thankful for the uncle who come every week to help me on my audit. He's just so nice. He din want any repayment from us though my mum chuck some money for him and he gave it back. He's a real serious teacher but it's good as it scares me and motivates me to study better. However, he's so nice to the extent that he'll put a mark on his calender for my exam date and said he would remind himself to pray for me on that day as he's in Australia now. When he said that, my heart just melt. I really had the urge to just hug him and saying thanks for everything but well i'm scared as he's still the serious teacher. He even gave me his e-mail so as to contact him if i have any problems. He's just a great great man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i should tuck in now as i will be getting up early to jog tomorrow! See you people soon :D Love you and don't stress out too much for exams. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-9150994746998300794?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/9150994746998300794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=9150994746998300794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/9150994746998300794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/9150994746998300794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/together-we-are-one.html' title='Together we are one'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5016851451263010475</id><published>2010-05-23T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:46:41.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry On</title><content type='html'>Hello people :) How's everyone stress level coming up to? I bet it's pretty high. Well I'm all right here. Just another week passing by. Not much been happening. Just the same routines. I normally go out for Yoga only. Sad life but i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga helps me refresh myself and feel good. I mean at first i just thought of going cos i wanna lose some fats. But after all of it, i wanna go for it just to feel good and challenge myself in doing some challenging poses. I am really in love with Yoga. I feel so nice just doing it even if i have bruises or aching all over the body. But it helped me loosen up my body. I think i fell in love it more when i read Eat Pray Love. You guys should just try out Yoga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've been in love with music by certain artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i9-DWQPzI/AAAAAAAADVU/Pf9GkmcHdZs/s1600/ingrid_michaelson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i9-DWQPzI/AAAAAAAADVU/Pf9GkmcHdZs/s320/ingrid_michaelson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474334220817022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Ingrid Michaelson. I'm just loving her songs to the max. Thanks to PC introducing her into my life. Her songs are soothing and catchy and makes me happy :) Her best so far for me is The way i am and Winter song. Been addicted to her songs since the beginning of the year! And look at how cute she is with her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i992kHUrI/AAAAAAAADVM/ZkyNCRRmFu0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i992kHUrI/AAAAAAAADVM/ZkyNCRRmFu0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474334217385497266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also Jack Johnson whom i much love in his music. Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. Best song! And lots more. his kinds of music is a little similar to Ingrid. I guess that's why i'm in love with his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i99aP0rMI/AAAAAAAADVE/uNkR6Om3ni8/s1600/bitterheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i99aP0rMI/AAAAAAAADVE/uNkR6Om3ni8/s320/bitterheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474334209784196290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I never expected to have fallen in love with Malaysian Singers. I'm a total racist. I know...But Zee Avi's song is different. She's a Malay but she speak really Good English and sings more to English songs too. I first heard when i was in a restaurant and was like this song is not too bad and then i was asking around people for her and din believe she was a Malaysian. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i9-iyw5uI/AAAAAAAADVc/XNnYgv6hvFM/s1600/john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i9-iyw5uI/AAAAAAAADVc/XNnYgv6hvFM/s320/john.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474334229258102498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my all time facourite for this season for me is John Mayer! Omg...he's so talented. His music are all so awesome and he's so HOT too! He just kill 2 bird with one stone. His songs are kinda emo and i really will cry when listening to his songs. His songs makes you just shut up when you're talking and wanna just listen to it peacefully. The lyrics are so beautiful too. So i'm just in love with him and his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just compare all this singers to JUTIN BIEBER! He's nothing but he's like freaking rich now. So unfair! Sigh...what's happening to this world! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi...I just so freaking wanna learn the guitar and drum. I need some motivation to learn it and some help too. And you know what, ukulele is so cute to learn it too. Another instrument that i'm interested again :) I always say that i wanna learn it but never do it. I should just go knock my head to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...I just watch Grey's Anatomy season 6 finale and i tell you it was just INTENSE watching it. I was covering my mouth when watching it. I just love Greys Anatomy! So drama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. I'm just blogging since i am free but now i have to go. See you people soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5016851451263010475?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5016851451263010475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5016851451263010475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5016851451263010475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5016851451263010475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/carry-on.html' title='Carry On'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S_i9-DWQPzI/AAAAAAAADVU/Pf9GkmcHdZs/s72-c/ingrid_michaelson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-914097712679050385</id><published>2010-05-17T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:08:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. 'How much do you love me?' And, 'Who's in charge?' Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief, and suffering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eat. Pray. Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-914097712679050385?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/914097712679050385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=914097712679050385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/914097712679050385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/914097712679050385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-882247841951452924</id><published>2010-05-10T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:24:01.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mummy's Day</title><content type='html'>Hello readers! I'm all good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you guys spend you Mother's Day? And what did you guys did for mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-gkvv_jq5I/AAAAAAAADU8/Y3giWxRNZgA/s1600/14-03-2010+11%3B04%3B47PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-gkvv_jq5I/AAAAAAAADU8/Y3giWxRNZgA/s320/14-03-2010+11%3B04%3B47PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469662150196964242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MUMMY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i gave my mum a "surprise" beforehand by giving her a dent on her car! Now that's not cliche. I did something so different from others! I know I'm just so creative :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I helped my mum did all the errands she needs that day and she treat me for Japanese lunch :) My mum is just the best in helping me to put on weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister came out for Mother's Day and Thank GOD she did! She did gave me a BIG helping hand. I don't know how will i be if she wasn't there. Ok so my mum delegate her work in church to me and i had to plan something out for the little kids to perform for Mother's Day in church. Tell me about it! I think I'm stuck with kids for the rest of my life when i started saying i love kids and working with them! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did what i was told. I prepared a song and slides and taught them how to do the action of the song which was freaking easy and printed out wordings for them to colour and paste it on a cardboard and show it to the church! It sounds not much but it was a hell for me. The starting of the practice din go well at all. Pen drive can't be detected on the pc and had to bring my laptop from home and then left like 20 minutes for them to learn the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had to train a few more to read and pronounce the words properly where they'll be saying words of thank you to the mothers. So yeah...I was busy non-stop tt day and the weather was freaking hot tt i felt i was just going burn right there. And i had to cut the alphabets out and paste it. Like OMG la tt day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again i felt so tension when i realized all of it was a mess and i was freaking emo. My sis was like giving me a lot of suggestions for it and helping me out. Then when the time came, i was in charge to control the slides to put on the screens. And i can't supervise the kids. My sis of course helped me out. And i can still remember my hand were shaking when i was controlling the laptop. And overall it turn out well. Except some flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dance not too badly but nobody can hear them singing cos the music was too loud. And the kids supposed to say the Thank You words did really good except one. Long story for tt one since he was driving me up to the wall at the moment. And everybody got a good laugh when the kids carried the cardboard saying Happy Mothers Day not in sequence. It went like Day Happy Mothers. So everybody went laughing but found it really cute cos they're kids. So in the end, everything went out well with the help of my sister :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mother's Day, I din do much for my mum but bought a cake for her and shared with my neighbourhood and celebrated together for the mothers. But i got myself a new bag =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today. I woke up at 6am to make breakfast for my mum with my sister. We split our duties. I was in charge for salad, and my sis with omelet, bacon and sausages. Now it's time you should go "Aww" for what we did :) And it turn out good. My salad wasn;t just eatable but was not too bad ok. And my sis was good too :) All the work has paid off well for getting up so early. My mum got the shock of her life when she saw me waking up tt  early. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think my mum was so touch by our breakfast that she broke her spectacles. Don't ask me how or why. I just wanna assume because it's us that she was so happy and broke it. So anyways today has been a long day for me. Am really tired now but my hands are not stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I just spend another rm200 for my Yoga. And I'll be learning Kick-boxing too. SO watch you guys, I'm gonna kick ass ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love from the fun size from the land of the highest crime rates :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-882247841951452924?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/882247841951452924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=882247841951452924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/882247841951452924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/882247841951452924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mummys-day.html' title='Happy Mummy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-gkvv_jq5I/AAAAAAAADU8/Y3giWxRNZgA/s72-c/14-03-2010+11%3B04%3B47PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-335743792535501191</id><published>2010-05-04T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:18:10.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of my teaching career</title><content type='html'>HELLO :D It's been a while since I've blog. Been so lazy to blog and been busy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I've quit my job being a teacher. It's time to go on full force on the books. Being a teacher has been such a great experience for me. Like i said, I see the kids, my heart just breaks for the kids who's life are so complicated or broken. I hope from this job, i did grow up a little and been mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of mine was an easy task but it was hell for the principal. It's like so many things happened all together till i can feel the tiredness of the principal. First, it was a kindergarten boy suspecting to catch the hand, food and mouth disease. And then a girl just suddenly like fainted in class. And then there's cat fight between girls and the parents from both side had to come to interrogate. I mean all this in a day. And so many little things too. I just salute my principal for being so strong towards all this problems she faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i just taught like 2 students and then gave out the party pack i did for the kids and there were chaos everywhere. Everyone just wants one of it and grabbing for it and asking me where's mine? SO i was like tired for tt moment. And then one by one said i wrote their names wrongly. You see, i did a bookmark for them and wrote their names on it and i realized tt i wrote like 4 students names wrongly so i have to redo for them. So much of an English teacher huh? HAHA! I din know ok! Some i never taught and some just i mistaken their names. And i ended my day earlier as usual. They thank me and gave me each a hug. I was so pai seh ok. But the little boys were the ones who were so reluctant to hug me but their teacher was adamant about it. So i just receive at least 20 hugs for the day. I felt really warmth in my heart :) They were happy so am i. For them, they got a party pack and finally getting rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say the kids there has a complicated background. I can tell you one now. One teenager boy who's parents got separated when he was just born and was taken care by his grandmother. And you can just imagine, how he got so notorious without the love from his parents. He did bad grades here and mix with the wrong groups which smoke and does all the unglam things. And his dad brought him to Australia to try out to change him. Well...he did not change at all. He's still the same. For worse, i don't know how he ended up sleeping in the streets in Aussie and he said happily to my mum the food the Australians give out to the ppl by the streets were tasty. I mean seriously? Just imagine you being him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another boy, who just been brought up in an environment which is so bad. The mother runs a coffee shop and the people there uses all those vulgar words and so he just learn all of it. He's just 12. And he has some anger management problem. He can just push the principal and reprimand her. Or just take a chair and wanting to hit a teacher. Sigh...it's damn scary ok. And i have to encounter with him. I taught him a few times and seriously i was dead scared to make him angry. So i tried to have a conversation with him in a joking way all the time. It was kind of intense. He always told me last week like " I thought you said you're leaving? When are you leaving?" So i would just say to him " Soon ok. But i will miss you...you should miss me too right! You're my best friend" And then he'll just smile and feeling shy. I just try to joke with him all the time. He's a nice and handsome boy who likes to help but hate studying. He know he's handsome when i ask him one time, "you know you're quite good looking, he said "Ya i know -   -" I just hope he'll be good but my mum came back today saying he was in a fight again. Sigh...not a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many cases in this school and all this students just lack of the love from parents and God. So all of the teachers are trying to help them. Even if one of the girl daringly say the F word in front of everyone to the principal, the principal just endured all of it. Bravo *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all of this, i hope in the future i can also help all this kind of kids. I really have the urge to help all the kids in this world to have a better future. Like seriously...I have an ambition for doing this. I hope i can really do this with God helping by my side. Therefore, as i said, this experience has taught me a lot more than i taught all the kids there. I am thankful for everything i have now. Never take for granted of what you have in life. Someone out there might be worse than you. Just keep reminding yourself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote each one them a message on the party pack and a bookmark writing the bible verses they have learned. I really hope they'll cherish it and take messages in heart though it may be hard to understand. But soon they'll understand :) I truly have to say i adore kids so much. I wanna adopt a child. But not now of course. HAHAHA! But being a teacher? Well...it's not my cup my tea now. I've had the experience and time to try out something new :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A24SZigcI/AAAAAAAADUM/FE64X0KbhGI/s1600/IMG_0826.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A24SZigcI/AAAAAAAADUM/FE64X0KbhGI/s320/IMG_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430288267313602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A26h4PrII/AAAAAAAADUs/iLpqy1G9vb4/s1600/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A26h4PrII/AAAAAAAADUs/iLpqy1G9vb4/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430326782372994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A25xFI1RI/AAAAAAAADUk/jSDToJwpO30/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A25xFI1RI/AAAAAAAADUk/jSDToJwpO30/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430313683113234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A25R8CesI/AAAAAAAADUc/NL99AprDpwE/s1600/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A25R8CesI/AAAAAAAADUc/NL99AprDpwE/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430305323449026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A248mb4QI/AAAAAAAADUU/4nqNvILztdo/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A248mb4QI/AAAAAAAADUU/4nqNvILztdo/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430299595694338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy too because my friend Jia Kee the blur queen came to JB to visit ME =) HAHA! I'm so honoured :) Actually she came to eat lo :( HAHAH! So we've been out a lot and talking this and that. It's been a while. I had fun going out with so many of them. I've stuck at home and with kids so much lately. So time for entertainment with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I've got my pay but I'm actually using it faster than i imagine. Looks like my dream of getting a DSLR is just impossible now :((( I need to pay for my yoga lessons and all. Sigh...Life is so hard without money $$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, me addicting to the song Billionaire. It's awesome ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then...ciaos people! Me wanna go watch a series and head to bed! See you people soon. Tale cares and xoxo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-335743792535501191?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/335743792535501191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=335743792535501191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/335743792535501191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/335743792535501191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-my-teaching-career.html' title='The end of my teaching career'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S-A24SZigcI/AAAAAAAADUM/FE64X0KbhGI/s72-c/IMG_0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2589062759926379813</id><published>2010-04-25T11:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:23:43.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future is near</title><content type='html'>As i was reminiscing back my life last year, I remembered that last year, this time, I was having the time of my life. Seriously...It may be hectic but i really did had so much fun. Well, having too much fun i must say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly last year March, the best event of my life that we had so much fun working together. Colour a child's dream. This event will forever be engraved in my mind. It was one of my first event in college that was so fruitful and just wonderful. It was so blissful. All of us were so close, and everyone was helping each other out and then we got so close with Gurru and all which ended us up till now. How amazing huh don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was the ACCA sports day when we got to know more people. I remember Dini getting close with Sufy back then. Like Aww... And getting to know so many more people and just cheering for Gurru and all for the tug of war. He was so lucky he had us there being his cheerleaders :) Do you guys still remember? You must have WG :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also the Amazing Race that we won the 2nd place right? And got myself the perfume which till now am using it. Seriously, i could still remember i can't even move the day after the race. My body was totally a wreck. Body aching from the top to the bottom. But still we had so so much fun. And seeing the 1st time how Desmond and Gurru got so angry. HAHAHA! Thinking back now, i felt more like laughing than being angry. It's just a game. Then we watched horror movie and Dini sitting with me was laughing her head off for a horror movie which did help me not to get scared. And WINSTON...HAHAHAH! Such a sissy with it. Covering his eyes with the popcorns. Good times huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, there was Earth Hour too with Mr. Ang. He belanja us doughnuts. How sweet of him. I wonder how is he now? Of course he must be earning a lot and may be got herself a gf. Earth Hour...well it was nothing much but it was an event that we did help a small part to save our world so it was worth remembering right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also my trip to Australia and you guys gave me a farewell trip in Dominos. Like seriously?! I was emotional for that moment, Wg was too. But i was more to worried for her. Australia....It was tremendous FUN of course! DUH! Hot guys, beaches and food :) I miss it so much there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking back all of this now. It's already been a year. Time really really flies so fast that we can't catch hold of it. Look at us now, how different we are, how we have change. Some became more mature, some became attached, some became so much more happy with life, some have graduated and in the working life, some has grown bigger and some just are the same. Whatever it is, we're all still together. We all appreciate what life gives us. Friends are given for a reason. They're like your sister, brother, partner in crime or even wing girl. All of us are meant to be friends no matter what. Our connection have been widen and look now the amount of friends we got to know. They're the ones that brightens up your day and gives you comfort when you need them. And I'm glad that i have known all of you people. I am just blessed to have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope after 10, 20 or 50 years later we're still friends. And when we have a gathering, we can talk about what we all have done as friends. And also hope those who are attached now, can grow old together :) It'll be awesome. I can just imagine,&lt;br /&gt;Dini will be the one being still so hyper  even she may have backaches now and being successful,&lt;br /&gt;Sufy still after working telling all those lame jokes, and may be bigger :)&lt;br /&gt;YT...of course being as sarcastic as ever, or go into politics, he may just say "eh brenda did you just got shorter," something like that :) more and more white hair will be grown on his head.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica will of course be a famous accountant. Not a surprise already.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine will be such an elegant mum and doing a lot of charity work,&lt;br /&gt;Desmond will be a successful dad but still when he sees me he will say to me, "Brenda i can't imagine you got pregnant! You look so funny!"&lt;br /&gt;As for PC, still being so short! HAHA! :) But well she'll of course be successful. May be in the food business since she loves eating so much!&lt;br /&gt;And Gurru of course earning big bucks and having a big house to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;Winston, he may be married to a girl which will be just as crazy as him. I wonder who?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Ho definitely will be successful and your son or daughter will be good in squash and may be working in ttc. All over again huh!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Tan will be married and will be career woman.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..of course Kee Hoong being the nerdy dad with his dream girl who is in the field of economics with his cute geekish little kids :)&lt;br /&gt;Jett Kyii well she'll be as thin as ever even after birth and i can imagine you being still so 38 :)&lt;br /&gt;Jiang Wen will absolutely be a cool mum but she will be strict as she's kinda scary at times and driving a big car :)&lt;br /&gt;And me... i hope I'll be one who can travel around the world and being a cool shorty mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on. In a blink of an eye, you'll see all of us all grown and old and having kids and having our own family. I hope we will still keep in touch and everything goes well for all of you. I wish all the best in everyone of you. And when we meet again in the future, smiles and flash backs will be on minds :) All of this we've been through will be an awesome memory lane that we'll have in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm thinking too much of the future now. I have to go now anyways. See you people soon. 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Pray. Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8qdQOa5neI/AAAAAAAADSo/dl8eOvWhTYc/s1600/eatpraylove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8qdQOa5neI/AAAAAAAADSo/dl8eOvWhTYc/s320/eatpraylove2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461350400214539746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot lately. And out of all books that i've read, i must say this book will be the BEST and the most INSPIRATIONAL one i've ever read. You can tell how much i love it when i changed my blog name to the title of this book. I'm not exaggerating but it's really a MUST book to read for me. All people should read this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It not only gets me to keep on reading but also i just feel like i'm on the journey like in the book and wanna experience and become the person the author have turn to.  So this book shall mark the BEST book ever written on my own opinion. It made me think so much about life and just want to have more to life than just what i have now. And of course it helped me in so many ways too. It's just simply awesome :) And that's why i just love reading nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm just amazed how the author, Elizabeth Gilbert have written this book. Basically, this book is based on a true story of the author. It's about how she had overcome so many obstacles in life. From her divorce with her husband after being with him from high school which she thought they're so perfect together. But after around 6 years of marriage, she ended it because she just doesn't feel right.  And how she fell in love with another guy and how she got her heart broken once again. And therefor after all this problems, she got into a depression and seem physcotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, she told her publisher to help her get together. Without a house, enough money, soulmate. just almost everything, she decided to go travel to 3 countries for a year and just find what she's been finding all along in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, she went to Italy which she found pleasure there. She just relaxed all she can there. I can say more to she really ATE so much of good food there. When i was reading, i had the urge saying, " I HAVE TO GO TO ITALY FOR ALL THE FOOD THERE!" It's amazing how she learn Spanish and just having meeting so many different people there and being able to relax which she hasn't been doing in a while. And stopping her medication for depression and gaining around 20 pounds in Italy which she should be gaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 4 months, she went to India for another 4 months. In India, she found the pursuit of devotion. She just meditated all the time and just healing her broken heart and telling herself she's not a loser at all. She felt the presence of GOD with her in India and there it taught her how to be strong even if she falls again in life. And there's not gonna be a thing tt would make her depressed. So, all of her problems, anxiety and sadness has helped her to vanished after meditating everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last place of all. Bali, Indonesia. This is the place she had been before with her ex-husband and she met a medicine man who predicted she would surely be back here alone and live with him. And so, she really went back to Bali and she found the medicine man and got to make so many friends there again. But most importantly, there she found the pursuit of balance. She found her lover even after all the heartbreaks. And how the love with this new guy was just so different with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, this tells the journey of the author. So be it the title of Eat. Pray. Love. After reading, i just wanted to go to this 3 places and experience what she did. But like she said, it's not going to these places tt would help you experience life. It's how you will take your life. There's like the presence with God she felt in India, I so am wanting to feel it too. But i've learn from this book, do not look the pass or future but present. She taught us to just whatever it's a bad or good day today, just write 5 things that made your day fruitful. Just live in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying so much of this book, you can tell how much i am into this book right :) I hope you people can go get this book and read it and feel the same amazement i felt for this book. GO READ IT! But it'll be out soon in movies anyways. Julia Robert is acting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK till then xoxo! Miss you guys a lot but i've been really loving whatever i am having now and i am cherishing it! See you people soon =)&lt;br /&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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8qdP57NcCI/AAAAAAAADSg/yHQyVpdn5CY/s1600/elizabeth_gilbert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8qdP57NcCI/AAAAAAAADSg/yHQyVpdn5CY/s320/elizabeth_gilbert1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461350394712911906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing author and don't she look amazing too :)&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/3522708215671304364-6392149592510259333?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6392149592510259333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=6392149592510259333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6392149592510259333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6392149592510259333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat. 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And it's just like that, I got myself an elder sister. They say having a sister is like having a best friend. But the difference of a best friend and a sister is that you will never get the chance to get rid of your own sister. She'll always be there. So, i'm blessed and glad that i have an elder sister, though i'm always complaining to my mum that i wanna have a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realized that having an elder sister has so much more advantage than having a younger sister. A living example is my sister having to put up with me as her younger sister. I may be such a nuisance sometimes but you may be one too :) I just feel GOD just gave the best sister ever. So i have the best brother, best sister of the whole wide world. Is that awesome or what?! Me being able to get all the loving attention from them. Like A-W-E-S-O-M-E (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister as i always say are totally different with me. Total opposite. Just by looking at us, you can see the difference. And by talking to us, you catch another difference. But we 're still tighter than tight no matter what. But well, i think somewhere inside both of us, we're the same. We have kind of the same thinking for some ideas of life. And may be it was different, and you know the baby sister always look up to the elder sister to search for their likeness. And i did search mine from her. I mean i wasn't an outdoor person at all until seeing my sister doing all the stuff and got me so interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister might think that i might be such a annoying thing for her. Since young, i remember i just will follow her wherever she goes. Literally...And now having her fetching me around all the time. But well she never complaint one bit of my troubles. She just shut up and did what should be done as an elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tattooed sister, volleyball player, event planner, excellent driver, sociable, great entertaintner, so just tell me now. ain't my sis the coolest? Just admit and be jealous of me right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still flaws in her. She ain't a shopping person at all and i'm so the opposite. So basically, i'll help her do her shopping sometimes. And she'll be wearing mine when there's an occasion. And of course, her spelling for English and Chinese. Sis, try harder to improve ok! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said so much, all i have to say on this day is a wonderful to start with. My dad was such a cutie when he called my sis. 1st thing he said was " Happy New Year" in Chinese. I went -    -" ! Then he sang her a birthday song. And even ask me what my sis would want for her birthday and all. I'm so jealous :( My dad din even say much on my birthday. Btw..sis what you wanted i'm settling now with dad. I'll persuade him to buy for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to my topic. So just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;SISTER :D I hope you'll soon see the card i send you which you will take some time in reading. I just thank GOD for giving me this wonderful sister and my family. Without her, i wouldn't believe what i'll be like. May be i won't even exist.So i do cherish a lot though i might not be doing ot saying like i care. But I DO :) Though sometimes we do argue and just get fed up with each other, but we still in the end patch up. That's what sisters does. No small fights, no FUN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a sister just solve every problem. You share your problems especially your love problem to each other. Helping each other doing their manicures, go on a diet plan together which will never work since we can't resist food, gossiping about people and just having someone to love as your real sister. So thanks for being an A++ sister jie, Thanks for every single thing you have done. It's just uncountable. If you don't have a sister, you're missing A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i'm expecting my sister coming back giving me this BEAR HUG and then kiss on the cheek which she always does to me and i'll be refusing. And calling me BABY! (she calls me that all the time) I'm the baby of the family ok. And then just smiles on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a sister? If you have you'll know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me and i love you :) xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8h6RrGdlaI/AAAAAAAADR4/5JugISFCK_Q/s1600/100_4987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8h6RrGdlaI/AAAAAAAADR4/5JugISFCK_Q/s320/100_4987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460748992232920482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8h6QJy8ndI/AAAAAAAADRo/aANlEP5xbO8/s1600/Image166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8h6QJy8ndI/AAAAAAAADRo/aANlEP5xbO8/s320/Image166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460748966112828882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;An older sister helps one remain half child, half woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5681487214764222760?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5681487214764222760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5681487214764222760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5681487214764222760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5681487214764222760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/tighter-than-tight.html' title='Tighter than tight :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8h6SfBGaOI/AAAAAAAADSI/RqLjMyU6bvY/s72-c/21-03-2010+12%3B06%3B26PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7269198453720808850</id><published>2010-04-15T14:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:45:21.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My term of being a Crazy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bLRkrmsdI/AAAAAAAADRg/6_WFOJ7hqIA/s1600/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bLRkrmsdI/AAAAAAAADRg/6_WFOJ7hqIA/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460275100998087122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greeting my fellow friends from the land of the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crime rates&lt;/span&gt;!  I've been very well if you guys  am concerned about me. Last week has been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; week for me. Ok..may be you think i am exaggerating but it was seriously one crazy one for me. My mum went for a retreat for like 4 days and you can say I'm home alone with dad all the time. My mum follows my dad almost everywhere because my dad needs the company. So ok Aww...But he's SO not a loner. I'll get to my point of crazy. Since my mum is busy, i had to accompany my dad instead around wherever he needs to go. And it's just crazy! Sitting in the car all the time. Sigh...it's so tiring to just sit the whole time. Now i know how tiring it is for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point of the crazy week is that. I have to follow my dad everywhere doing errands. But my uncle from Penang came down for the weekend. So went to the airport to fetch him which is a distance. Ok just CRAZY! My term of crazy is totally different than all of you. I know i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJUuzl7mI/AAAAAAAADQI/uFbdEQM_XN0/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJUuzl7mI/AAAAAAAADQI/uFbdEQM_XN0/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460272956232298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the crazy week turn out well when my mum said let's all go to Singapore to check out the new Sentosa which means the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universal Studio &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Casino&lt;/span&gt;. So hell yeah we headed off to our destination. Reach there in the afternoon and headed the first pit stop of the grand CASINO. My grandma was excited for it since it's her field and so is my uncle and mum. As for me, I'm just checking out this new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJU6T1LfI/AAAAAAAADQQ/ybmpuZCssX0/s1600/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJU6T1LfI/AAAAAAAADQQ/ybmpuZCssX0/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460272959320305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you people know, a person should be over 21 to enter the casino. Funny as it is, i got IN. Believe me, I was surprised too. The security was like checking my passport and handing it back to me like nothing was wrong. So i washed off my surprised look and went in like there's nothing wrong. So i was walking around and the adults carried on with their serious business. Looking at the people playing with the machines or on the table playing poker. It's interesting. But the place is so BIG and crowded with people and it made the place all look a little scattered. And i wasn't loving tt place. I helped myself with those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; drinks and thank GOD i did. You'll know why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized later that there's another room in the casino just for Singaporeans. Like why the hell do they need to do tt? As if Singaporeans wanna play with their people only. There goes as we say the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KIA SU&lt;/span&gt;" mentality of the Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few moments later, i was so bored and was sitting on a sofa with some other people whom mostly were dozing off, probably waiting for their wife or husband or son. Funny as it is, it seems there were more guys dozing off, and I'm guessing their wives or gfs are gambling and so they're just taking this place a place to rest. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Women gambles more than man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok so i was sitting and reading. And some people were giving me stares. I was like WHY? And i finally thought out why. Those auspicious Chinese might not like it cos i'm reading a book, in Chinese "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHU&lt;/span&gt;" means &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOSE&lt;/span&gt;. So i closed my book and then off i went out of the casino and explore other places which would interest me better off than here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJVUgEIbI/AAAAAAAADQY/h_uTfapoupo/s1600/IMG_0776.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJVUgEIbI/AAAAAAAADQY/h_uTfapoupo/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460272966350938546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bKol8iJrI/AAAAAAAADRQ/VV88sZCMYoY/s1600/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bKol8iJrI/AAAAAAAADRQ/VV88sZCMYoY/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460274396962891442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJVjp8LlI/AAAAAAAADQg/Wbe_UJQ3LT0/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bJVjp8LlI/AAAAAAAADQg/Wbe_UJQ3LT0/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460272970418892370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to the universal studio. No i did not went into the theme park. I just walked outside the compound which was really interesting too and hell a lot to look. Moreover i have no $ to get in. It costs $72 per day. That's just crazy right! Going to sentosa sucks a lot of money from your pocket. And ok i was exploring alone so no point going alone even i have the money. I rather save it up. It was not too bad. There's still construction going on there. And there's many activities going on there to attract people. I don't mind exploring all this alone, i just wished i had a DSLR camera with me to take gorgeous pics of the place which i intend to buy one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after around 45 minutes roaming around with myself, i decided to go back to the casino to meet up the adults. So i lined up to get back in the casino with my passport in my hand. And this time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;. When it came to my turn, they took a while and the security was saying "you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UNDERAGE&lt;/span&gt; miss." Immediately i was like "This can't be happening!" I know it's true. Just i was led to the side and the security wrote my name down in a book and was saying you can't go in. You're only 19. Blah blah blah. They made me feel as if i was some dumb kid who don't know her own age and could just gone in successfully with my "mature" face and height. But remember I DID?! And so i felt so embarrassed being treated like this. I just wanted cover my face. Fyi, There was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; line of people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was let off and i waited the adults outside which they din know since we said to meet inside. And there's no chair outside for me to sit so i was standing at 1st and waiting wishfully my dad or whoever would see me here. And after standing for like 20 minutes, my dad the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saviour&lt;/span&gt; whom is always worried for me saw me. And he was like "why are u outside? Come in!" I told him i can't. I was relieved after my dad knew i was there. Cause i can't call since my phone has no roaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally i sat at some pathetic edge which was basically not for sitting. Everyone was doing that. Not only me. And by sitting there, i got harassed by so many tourists to help them taking pictures. Sigh...i just wanted some quietness which is impossible of course because the place is packed with people.  Soon the security was like telling all of us that we can't sit there. Sigh...then my dad wanted to be my hero again and said "Brenda come let's go in, I'll bring you!" As if he was the prime minister of the country. And i refused and in the end i just agreed which was stupid. I thought i could enter with my dad there since the 1st time i got in, it was the same case. So i went in line &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; time. 3 is a charm huh? He checked my passport. And... there you go another humiliation. And adding to it, my dad was like "she's my daughter, why can't she go in? She's not gonna play. I just want her inside with me and all this blah blah blah again!" Sigh....laugh all you want! I am laughing at myself too. More like a humiliated laugh of myself. Again i was pushed aside and the security giving me a look like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You.never.learned do.you&lt;/span&gt;?" or " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't-you-understand-the-rules&lt;/span&gt;?" Sigh...just embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i just sat outside quietly reading my book and not taking anymore chances of going in anymore. So Thank God at least i drank in the casino the 1st time. If not rugi la..It was free. HAHA! Accountant minded. I was so tired till i sat on the ground waiting for the adults. I know it's so pathetic. Once again. I'm not the only one doing this. I will not do this kind of things alone. Believe me. Finally they all came out and i was like YEAH in my heart! And then they headed to the toilet. After tt, my grandma and uncle went back in to continue their play. They came out from the toilet cos the toilet in there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt;. -    -" So not the end of my waiting again. My parents went off roaming for something else. Me being a Pathetic soul again and again. Until it was like 7 plus, they realised they were hungry and came out and then only we headed out of that place and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;, a much better place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, only my mum won a little. And the journey back to JB was LONG cause my dad got lost of his way. So more sitting in the car now. Waiting for dinner to arrive. It was already 10 when we ate our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of my day. So you tell me, was it a good thing for me going to explore the new thing and getting embarrassed of myself for so many times. Seriously...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT-A-DAY&lt;/span&gt;! I know you guys might feel embarrassing myself is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Winston being so retarded'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PC being so gross&lt;/span&gt;'. Just so normal right :/ HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was again the same rountine. Went to school to teach. I am getting really tired of it already but everytime i felt tired, just may be at least one of them will say something to brighten up my whole day. Kids are just adorable. Don't you just love them! I have the "Aww" feeling everytime i am with them. I am quitting soon anyways to concentrate on my studies and i'm really gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh ya..adding to it last week has been crazy because some things happened to one my friend and i was so worried for her and have been calling her non-stop and others the whole day. So i've been talking on the phone a lot last week. Like at least 30 minutes for each call. But one thing that made me happy was talking to those whom i just haven been hearing their sexy/unsexy voices for some time. It's just great talking to all you people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMMD&lt;/span&gt; :) I called just for Winston the other day. How honoured he must be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i think this post is long enough with all my stories which may not be as interesting but just try reading all right. Ok then...till then xoxo. Take cares and God bless people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bLRViKK6I/AAAAAAAADRY/MaN096SKowM/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bLRViKK6I/AAAAAAAADRY/MaN096SKowM/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460275096931937186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-7269198453720808850?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7269198453720808850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7269198453720808850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7269198453720808850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7269198453720808850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-term-of-being-crazy-week.html' title='My term of being a Crazy week'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S8bLRkrmsdI/AAAAAAAADRg/6_WFOJ7hqIA/s72-c/IMG_0732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5314778753612917401</id><published>2010-04-08T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:28:44.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown up?</title><content type='html'>I've been so tired lately. I don't know why but i'm just T-I-R-E-D. I need some rest. I am longing for the weekend. And YES tomoro is FRIDAY! So yea i'm one of those who is in the working environment now who longs for a long weekend.  I so get what it feels like working 5 days a week. I'm only working half day now and am complaining so much of it. What about the future from 8 to 5 plus OT. Gosh i just don't wanna imagine it now in my head :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... work has been all right. Kids been good. There's improvement and i am just glad! I feel that i talk like a teacher too often nowadays. The people i communicate there mostly either children or the older teachers there. So you can see why. But it's not a bad thing. It helps me see things in a different perception. But being a teacher now, i must always be careful with my language particular with the kids. I'm not so bad myself all right. Just need to be sure of myself sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...some friends are thinking that i'm talking like i'm so grown up. I guess may be but i really don't think so. May be a little from what i am doing lately and what has happened. But honestly, i actually feel just the same. Just looking things in a wider concept now. It's hard to explain. I just want things to be best for everyone around me and i love the silence nowadays. I just love sitting by myself and just read a book or just looking at the ceiling and do some thinking silently. It feels great. If you say i've grown up?! Well i can't totally agree now but i do hope i will be in the next few months and be someone i hope to be and really do reach what i aim for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, i met a few friend the other day and did some talking and eating. It was not too bad. At least i did go out to meet friends. I hardly do that nowadays. I just feel like being at home more often. Just having the ME time all the time. You can say i'm a loner if you want but i don't feel it's that bad for now. I still feel all right. Nothing is wrong with it. I mean for NOW only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zlLD8sKI/AAAAAAAADPw/WF0we8hUsuY/s1600/13323_372119202433_548487433_3680232_1881647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zlLD8sKI/AAAAAAAADPw/WF0we8hUsuY/s320/13323_372119202433_548487433_3680232_1881647_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457786143392968866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat. Pray. Love. The current book i'm reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zmKdRRgI/AAAAAAAADQA/O_ShBRL1nro/s1600/13323_372119227433_548487433_3680237_7196624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zmKdRRgI/AAAAAAAADQA/O_ShBRL1nro/s320/13323_372119227433_548487433_3680237_7196624_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457786160410609154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you see me eating&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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zkTIJC6I/AAAAAAAADPo/uV-NASDulYg/s1600/13323_372119072433_548487433_3680214_7745541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zkTIJC6I/AAAAAAAADPo/uV-NASDulYg/s320/13323_372119072433_548487433_3680214_7745541_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457786128378170274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zlqXbWCI/AAAAAAAADP4/zm6E7oceE1Y/s1600/13323_372119332433_548487433_3680250_1371591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zlqXbWCI/AAAAAAAADP4/zm6E7oceE1Y/s320/13323_372119332433_548487433_3680250_1371591_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457786151796168738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and eating... AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. I should head off to the land where dreams happened. Ok see you people soon! Miss you guys as always :) Update me pls you KL ppl if there's anything new going on. I'm so out of touch. I need some news or even gossip =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5314778753612917401?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5314778753612917401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5314778753612917401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5314778753612917401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5314778753612917401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-to-be-update.html' title='Grown up?'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S73zlLD8sKI/AAAAAAAADPw/WF0we8hUsuY/s72-c/13323_372119202433_548487433_3680232_1881647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4577981713813211902</id><published>2010-04-03T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:06:37.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>This whole week has been a holy week. For Christians, well you should know. I've been spending in church more than i always does. This whole week, i went 4 times at least to church. Count me in, I'm HOLY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was GOOD FRIDAY. It's when Jesus has died on the cross for us. The service was like 2 and a half hour long yesterday and the church was just crowded. They did a play of how Jesus has suffered and died for our sins. And it was really touching. And they showed the movie Passion of the Christ to us and the scenes were just brutal. There were a few moments that my tears just were gonna shed. And it's just painful to see the sight of Jesus being tortured to death for us. It was a sad day. And it's funny that every year without fail, it'll rain on Good Friday. I don't know about elsewhere, but here it always does. It will be really sunny and then there'll be rain falling down. It's just hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, is Easter. So HAPPY EASTER everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S7bLya-oj3I/AAAAAAAADPY/3KMeGxZivnQ/s1600/egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S7bLya-oj3I/AAAAAAAADPY/3KMeGxZivnQ/s320/egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772065701859186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get those chocolate eggs on Easter, then when i grew older i made them and now i just don't get any. Easter is celebrating for Jesus has risen from the dead and an egg symbolises a new life, rebirth. It's a great day today. And I'll be heading to church at night and will be singing in the choir. It'll definitely be a great night. I am positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all this church holy week. I am still busy with my little children in school. I can't say little. Now i am also coaching some of the bigger ones. Like 12 to 14 years old may be. It's just weird for me to teach them. I just don;t feel as comfortable teaching them as the kids. I don't know why. It's just the odd feeling. The kids still amuses me and brightens me up each day. This job may not pay me much but i think i really get to have some experience from this. Because i see, listen and just witness all those different background of children and some are just so sad to hear. I am just blessed with whatever I'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I'm gonna go off now. Till then, xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-4577981713813211902?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4577981713813211902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4577981713813211902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4577981713813211902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4577981713813211902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S7bLya-oj3I/AAAAAAAADPY/3KMeGxZivnQ/s72-c/egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4564943620759351525</id><published>2010-03-26T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:41:01.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel better :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S6y63PxP20I/AAAAAAAADOw/10uMENOpKGg/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S6y63PxP20I/AAAAAAAADOw/10uMENOpKGg/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452938707127491394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys. I'm getting kinda stress of my work recently. I don't know how to help some of the kids who is terribly weak. If you're weak, well all right. But when you don't concentrate, and some keep their mouth shut all the time or all they know what to do is nudging their shoulders when you ask them a question. I mean i am tired all of this. I don't think i'll be able to be a teacher now. So not my field. Kids are just uncontrollable. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers I GET IT! I'm sorry mummy for acting this way some of the times. Well...May be all the time. But i'm over this stage now. It's just madness :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been online much. I do online like on fb like everyday. Still a MUST. But msn and all, i rarely on it for too long. I've cut down a lot of all of it. I just find i have better things to do. I mean after teaching, i come home have my nap. Then i rather read a book, clear my room, jogging and watch tv rather than going online. So basically it's better this way to me. Rather than facing the box all the time which i used to do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i try to go jogging every evening in the gardens if the weather allows me or i don't feel too tired and if i have the car to go. It becomes one of my favourite place in jb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S6y638951XI/AAAAAAAADPA/XoO6uRynhUo/s1600/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S6y638951XI/AAAAAAAADPA/XoO6uRynhUo/s320/IMG_0663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452938719260169586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S6y63qnjqpI/AAAAAAAADO4/Rc3plI9c2JY/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S6y63qnjqpI/AAAAAAAADO4/Rc3plI9c2JY/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452938714334603922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite hide out place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take cares you people i  much love&lt;br /&gt;xoxo!&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/3522708215671304364-4564943620759351525?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4564943620759351525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4564943620759351525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4564943620759351525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4564943620759351525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-better.html' title='I feel better :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S6y63PxP20I/AAAAAAAADOw/10uMENOpKGg/s72-c/IMG_0659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-3938328332048548639</id><published>2010-03-22T20:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:14:37.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher Brenda :D</title><content type='html'>Hello humans. It's been a while. It's been fine here. Raining almost everyday now which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm back to work. I don't know if i have mention but i am working as a teacher now. Yup you're not seeing anything wrong. Brenda is literally a teacher now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i actually started a while back for a week. And it's actually like the probation week so not confirming anything yet but now yes it's CONFIRM, Lock and load :) So i can totally get what you people may be thinking now. "Brenda, you working as a kindergarden teacher is it?" HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I wish i was. Cause if i was one, i do not need to do anything but just taking care of them and playing with them. It'll be awesome since i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm more to a primary teacher. It's not like i need to prepare materials and read up anything for the class or mark any papers. I go on one to one basis, and i just need to teach the kids to read properly. So yeah it's not a tough job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week it was really interesting and i love the school. Btw, i teach in a private school and it's a christian school. The way of teaching is more like home schooling. And it follows the US program called SAT if you know about it. It has 12 grades and yeah bible knowledge is a compulsory subject. Ok so it went well the first week. Looking at all the children just brightens me up. You know i do i love kids. And when i started teaching them, i got all the drive to teach them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. today i went to teach. I somehow loss a little of it. I got a little impatience which i should not be. I thought i would be cut off being a teacher for the kids but now i realise, nah i don't think i can do it for a long term thing. I just get irritated sometimes when i teach them so many times of the word and they still don't get it. Don't worry, i don't scream or shout like Ms Rozi. I'm still really nice to them. I mean like the word HER. How can a child of 10 don't know tt word. So i just need to like really teach this kind of weak students. And i feel so sorry for not doing a good job by being impatience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of that, everything seems fine. There's a girl who's my age there. But well i don't get along with them. I don't teach higher grades. And she's the oldest there so it may look like she's the DAI KA JIE there. And i feel they'll be hard to get along with me. Kids totally fell in love with me on the first day already. It's in my blood i know :) And of course the help of my height. One girl actually ask the principal if i was a new student?! I was like "OK...I get it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea i get paid like rm150 per week and tt means rm5 per hour. It's an average price for a student but my mum was like i think she is underpaying you. She's paying you like you work in McD but you're not working like in McDs, you're TEACHING! Lol.. I wasn't thinking a lot on it.  Cause my mum is teacher there as well and she get paid like 5 times more than me. HAHAHA! My mum talked to her and she'll consider a higher pay for me. But whatever it is, i just go there to pass my time and see if i could help the kids. If not i'll be so bored at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is actually fun. They have like praise and worship every Friday. And everyone joins in. There;ll be drums, guitars and a mini stage where the older ones will lead all of them. And kids of different grade will go on the stage and read out a verse from the bible they remember. And a boy, he's so cute that when he went on stage, he forgot his verse. So he looked at his teacher, and his teacher was like telling him from far away. So he couldn't hear clearly. And with the microphone in his hand, he went " HUH?!"  freaking loud and all of us went LOL! That little boy is seriously cute. Still in kindergarden. I expect much from him when he grows up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that's about it what I'm actually doing for my months of living here. Working as a TEACHER. It's so weird being called TEACHER BRENDA by the kids now. I mean i so do not look like a teacher. HAHA! Just weird. I hope i can take up drum lessons if it's not too expensive and may be go for yoga lessons. Just feel like doing more productive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been jogging quite a bit in the gardens here. And i wanna jog more just to feel better. I can jog like a really big round for about 25 to 30 minutes without stopping now. So it's good. I  just need to train more and may be beat my dad. I'm losing out a little now. I was so much worse back then. I can't even finish one whole round. So yeah jogging baby! And when i jog i tend to breathe extremely loud and it's not a good sign. It's as if i smoke and my lungs are not strong. But well it's getting better now. I wanna be like my brother. He's totally fit. When he jog, he even can talk normally. Not even a breathe that he sounds tired when i am there sounding like i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I think this post is long enough with all my crap and updates of myself. So i see you people soon. Still missing everyone. Take cares. xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-3938328332048548639?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3938328332048548639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=3938328332048548639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/3938328332048548639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/3938328332048548639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/teacher-brenda-d.html' title='Teacher Brenda :D'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-1835947075923191978</id><published>2010-03-18T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:01:07.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>I've been having some thinking lately and i keep telling myself some things. The TWO words that keep appearing in my mind which will be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if i never failed and did put in all my heart and soul in my first attempt?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if i never have entered this course?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if i was more outspoken back then?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if this was not the right thing for me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if i studied in overseas?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if i did listen to my parent's advice back then?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if this all might end  up in a clutter for me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yeah WHAT IF? What if for this and that. Don't you think you will at least say it or think of this everyday in your life especially when something bad turn up. Yeah obviously right? Well it's kinda like our reflex action in our brain to think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do we always like to play this What If game when we know it does not even have a slightest possibility to turn back time and undo the what if? It's just so annoying sometimes. I don't wanna think about it but it just pop out in my mind and bites you in the ass and make you feel all emotional. I'm NOT now. Just having a lot of thinking lately. Just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just unavoidable for us to think this way and it's not always a bad thing. Well i like to think so. And I've learn that God doesn't like playing games. So just do the right thing. I do hope so i did everyday of my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, as i like to think that way, Never take life too seriously because you never get out of it alive. Hence live like you're dying everyday. Ok i know damn lame :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm done writing for the day. I've just watched AI and i have a feeling this year round the winner shall be a girl. It's time for a girl. It's been a while. But i do like the guy Lee. He's not very cute but he has his own style which is kinda charming and that's why i like him. And the girl crystal yea i think she's good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tutored recently. It's kinda weird being tutored at home one to one with the teacher. I mean it's been a while i've done that HERE at home. It's like Deja Vu! It's for the better right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then till then&lt;br /&gt;xoxo &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-1835947075923191978?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1835947075923191978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=1835947075923191978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1835947075923191978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1835947075923191978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7953379325343767787</id><published>2010-03-14T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:43:02.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lovely bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5yhWxnP9aI/AAAAAAAADOg/Za1iT2lkflY/s1600-h/watch-the-lovely-bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5yhWxnP9aI/AAAAAAAADOg/Za1iT2lkflY/s320/watch-the-lovely-bones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448407061858612642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just read the book " The Lovely Bones". It's about girl being murdered and how the family slowly seperated just because of the incident and slowly get back together too. And the girl who got murdered was looking after them in heaven but she still can't just move on because her death was too sudden but whatever she still needs to move forward so tt her family could too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i thought it was a good book. I was glued on it at few parts. And it's in the movies too and i've watch it! Definitely not as good as the books as always. Some characters that i was yearning to see in the movies was not in it. But still it was all right. Not awesome just all right.But the girl who acted is pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got myself 8 new books. There was this BIG popular sales. So i was there to check out and there i bought like 8 of them for like rm 80+ for everything. And some books were like 2 or 4 bucks only. I even asked the cashier if it was the right price, So unbelievable but yea good buy for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gtg now. See ya people soon :) Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-7953379325343767787?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7953379325343767787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7953379325343767787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7953379325343767787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7953379325343767787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/lovely-bones.html' title='The lovely bones'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5yhWxnP9aI/AAAAAAAADOg/Za1iT2lkflY/s72-c/watch-the-lovely-bones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4963170363907087918</id><published>2010-03-11T15:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:38:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the one! CHOPSTICK :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5ijtiw74eI/AAAAAAAADMU/JZKj6gVuOzc/s1600-h/26795_1356546146576_1019159539_1097923_1561714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5ijtiw74eI/AAAAAAAADMU/JZKj6gVuOzc/s320/26795_1356546146576_1019159539_1097923_1561714_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447283752126112226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krystal Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom  i'm so familiar and comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of the first few i got to know in my high school and never drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who has the longest silky hair that you can imagine being in those Sunsilk advertisement in school and therefore many people noticed her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who joke about me all the time until NOW but yet i'll never get pissed nor angry of her because we're too tight to get even angry for such little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who my parents will remember her name correctly everytime and as if i've only have this only friend. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who helped me in my drawing in high school from alphabets to a beaker since everyone knows that i suck nuts on it. But i've improve people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who would sing along with me in class when everyone doesn't follow me along as if i'm someone who's sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who drove me around from the age of 17, from the gold wira till the new myvi now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who i can tell my problems and definitely someone i can lean onto but you too tall for me and i too short for you la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who seen all my embarrassing scenes since 13 till now and still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one whom she comes to my place and drive me out without knowing to go where yet we just feel comfortable with tt even if we're not talking in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who brings me around everywhere and then take cares of me cause she's too afraid she will not be able to find me among all the people. You shall know why :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who got called CHOPSTICK and you know why :) Classic la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who hated to study her history and got herself 10 marks each time and in the end getting an A1 for it in SPM and prove everyone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who seen me from my craziest moment to my darkest moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who try her best to advice me on everything but i'm not sure if it's the BEST =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one i gossip about everything with and whom i can share my secret with. And yeah we share a lot in eating too :) Cos we're just food lovers! Aren't we :) TAROBALL :( I miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the  one who i call to when i need help andshe doesn't hesitate to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who worries more than me in getting a boyfriend for myself. And yes i worry for you now. I will help you ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who still comes look for you even if she got herself a bf. She never leaves you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's more than a friend, just like a sister i've never had till now. We've been through so much ups and downs together for this 7 years. And well we made it till now. How awesome are we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said, our friendship has been 7 years and still counting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being always there and being such a lovely friend. All the crying part on your day was so not expected. I'm sorry to have made you cry too on your day. But thanks for being so awesome that day. Although it wasn't a good day for all of us but it's still a great day for us to remember after all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will go "Aww...How sweet of you!" after reading all of it. And YES indeed i am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! Am missing you here and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you're 20!!! Wahahahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon ok! Faster come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and kisses* &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22.2.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a day we shall all remember for the rest of our life for the better or worse-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5ijtxW6lKI/AAAAAAAADMc/2Hme5saujTI/s1600-h/26795_1356546226578_1019159539_1097925_8200154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5ijtxW6lKI/AAAAAAAADMc/2Hme5saujTI/s320/26795_1356546226578_1019159539_1097925_8200154_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447283756043506850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5iju4LQSOI/AAAAAAAADM0/NY39YUcKZjw/s1600-h/26795_1356546506585_1019159539_1097932_8315492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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CHOPSTICK :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S5ijtiw74eI/AAAAAAAADMU/JZKj6gVuOzc/s72-c/26795_1356546146576_1019159539_1097923_1561714_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4511075561230594596</id><published>2010-03-06T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:36:53.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheering ME ON =)</title><content type='html'>When we are faced with a physical challenge, be it a race to the finish line or a climb to the top- we give it our all but we realize that at times it is just not enough. Our feet burn, our hands tire, we fall, we tumble and our bodies say "No more please. Stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those times when we are just about to throw in the towel when we hear a voice that says, "Don't give up! Push through the pain! You can do it!" This voice spurring us on could be a friend, another racer, a stranger even perhaps it is our own inner voice. And we surprise ourselves by pushing through the pain and actually finishing, so thankful to that voice that made us not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and i are indeed on the greatest climb of our lives! The mountain is high and the stakes are higher. We took our first step the day we confessed Christ as the Son of God, He gave us His harness- the Holy SPirit. In our hands he placed a rope- His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first steps are confident and strong, but with the journey comes weariness and with the height comes fear. We lose our footing.. We lose our focus. We lose our grip and we fall. For a moment, which seems like forever, we tumble wildly. We are out of control. Disorientated, dislodged and falling. Now, where's that voice of strength&gt; Where's our cheerleader?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give up seems the only logical, practical option. But then, we feel the rope tighten and the tumbling ceases. The harness is strong. We grasp the rope and hear that magical voice of our cheerleader, shouting enthusiastically the words we need to get us through. We can fight through the pain and discomfort. The journey resumes...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we are a little wiser. We have learned to go slowly. We are more careful. Yes, we are cautious but also confident. And though we cannot see our cheerleader, we know him, we hear him. We know he is strong and is able to keep us from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the last few steps to the top are the hardest. So whatever you do, don't quit! Though your falls are great, our Lords's strength us far greater. We can make it. We will see the summit. We will stand at the top. And when we get there, the first thing we'll do is to join all the other who made the climb and sing praises to the cheerleader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...whenever i feel like giving up or losing faith in myself. I go to church for my service, i read the newsletter, it always give me the motivation and just what i needed to hear and know about. I mean how cool is GOD :) Literally ok! He's just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah now i tell myself " Brenda, you even could made it to the peak of the highest gunung of Selangor, so what you're going through now you'll definitely be able to conquer it!" ;) So yeah...it's like to humour myself sometimes you know on a total non-related subject. Ok...miley cyrus's "The Climb" is in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...I have something in mind to do now for the moment. But it's not a sure thing yet so i'll shall not say it out loud now. When it's a YES, i'll tell you guys about it what i'll be up to with my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days actually was fruitful. I dove the most. Like almost the whole day all around with my mum and dad. They're trying really hard to teach me right. And i went jogging today though it was freakishly HOT out there. The weather is just Ku Ku *high pitch*! And then church and dinner, shopping and all. So it was fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. I shall stop here. I'm tired already. See you guys tomorrow :) xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-4511075561230594596?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4511075561230594596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4511075561230594596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4511075561230594596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4511075561230594596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheering-me-on.html' title='Cheering ME ON =)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2546369799483055958</id><published>2010-03-04T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:50:25.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was web browsing and i found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S4_R9HRYfSI/AAAAAAAADMM/PdHL-hU69vE/s1600-h/tumblr_kx6mlt8dU81qzmnlso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S4_R9HRYfSI/AAAAAAAADMM/PdHL-hU69vE/s320/tumblr_kx6mlt8dU81qzmnlso1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444801322368400674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Emily woman has balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute to her awesome-ness! I wanna be like her man :)&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/3522708215671304364-2546369799483055958?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2546369799483055958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2546369799483055958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2546369799483055958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2546369799483055958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/salute.html' title='Salute!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S4_R9HRYfSI/AAAAAAAADMM/PdHL-hU69vE/s72-c/tumblr_kx6mlt8dU81qzmnlso1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-214001338739888736</id><published>2010-03-04T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:55:07.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DROVE YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE GOT KILLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER BORING AND UNFRUITFUL DAY OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD&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/3522708215671304364-214001338739888736?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/214001338739888736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=214001338739888736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/214001338739888736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/214001338739888736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-199242668471070527</id><published>2010-03-03T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:54:59.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S44GSdG66gI/AAAAAAAADME/Fi_VYWUPRmI/s1600-h/51b6efa94783b4fe55da9bbccd22d4b7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S44GSdG66gI/AAAAAAAADME/Fi_VYWUPRmI/s320/51b6efa94783b4fe55da9bbccd22d4b7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444295913658575362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my 3rd day back in JB. What else can i say than the word BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss KL life a lot. I don't know how many times i've mention this, but i'm still gonna say it cause i really do miss my life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so yeah today i woke up ate breakfast and then watch tv. It's been the same these few days. And after a while lunch and then i'll do a little study then online. blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so mundane my life now. Sigh... I'm seriously like home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just told me he'll take me to drive around later in the evening. He wants me to learn up driving. But i can see even when he personally asked me to drive, behind that face of his is really terrified of me driving. I can feel it :) Yeah i know i know. I'm just terribly BAD at driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mum on the other side keep wanting me to finish up my Grade 8 theory since i'm back in JB and doing nothing much here. But i still don't really feel like it now. I feel like learning a new skills. Other than driving, cooking, gardening...I don't know what i wanna do for my free time now. I will most probably go jog everyday but other than tt i have no idea what i shall do? I can't be studying all the time right! I'm NOT a nerd like kee hoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well...let's see how my driving will fair later on. I will TRY my best to be extra careful on the road. And oh yeah. I've scribbled my whole study table with words and stuff in liquid paper! How bored can i be right. But it turn out to be not too bad actually :) It's quite artistic to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I webcam with shorty yesterday night too :) It was kinda funny. She said my voice sound like a cow! Such a biatch! And we both were wearing specs and all...Quite funny lo but fun. Cause i got see the shorty's "pretty" face right! *smiles* At one part i was laughing too loud cos of her "pretty face", my dad came to my room and asked me what was i doing? I was damn shock ok. All your fault la PC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My uncle will be back for the weekend so THANK GOD! My saviour from being not too bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata...will blog tomorrow too! Since i've nothing better to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-199242668471070527?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/199242668471070527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=199242668471070527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/199242668471070527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/199242668471070527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/3rd-day-of-boredom.html' title='3rd day of boredom'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S44GSdG66gI/AAAAAAAADME/Fi_VYWUPRmI/s72-c/51b6efa94783b4fe55da9bbccd22d4b7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-8173283090596535168</id><published>2010-03-02T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:27:26.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>For some of you may know i'm a show addict. I practically watch every series i'll be able to. So from watching, i normally go check out quotes that i find interesting. So yeah here are some of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From GLEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sue&lt;/b&gt;: You know, there's a question I get asked a lot. Whether I'm accepting an honorary doctorate or performing a citizen's arrest, people ask me, "Sue, what's your secret?" Well, I'll tell you my secret, western Ohio. Sue Sylvester's not afraid to shake things up. You know, I'm tired of hearing people complain, "I'm riddled with this disease!" or "I was in that tsunami!" To them, I say "Shake it up a bit! Get out of your box! Even if that box happens to be where you're living." I'll often yell at homeless people. "Hey, how's that homelessness working out for ya? Give &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; being homeless a try, huh?" You know something, Ohio? It's not easy breaking out of your comfort zone. People will tear you down, tell you you shouldn't have bothered in the first place, but let me tell you something. There's not much of a difference between a stadium full of cheering fans and an angry crowd screaming abuse at you. They're both just making a lot of noise. How you take it is up to you. Convince yourself they're cheering for you. You do that, and someday, they will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite amazing in the show huh! One of the best character in the show GLEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Grey's anatomy :) ( one of the best show ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith: We all remember the bed time stories of our childhoods. The shoe fits Cinderella, the frog turns into a prince, sleeping beauty is awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time and then they lived happily ever after. Fairy tales, the stuff of dreams. The problem is, fairy tales don't come true. It's the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. It's the nightmares that always seem to become reality. - The person that invented the phrase "Happily ever after" should have his ass kicked, so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith: Once upon a time, happier ever after. The stories we tell are the stuff of dreams. Fairy tales don't come true. Reality is much stormier. Much murkier. Much scarier. Reality it’s so much more interesting than living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....Meredith may be one sad soul in the show all the time but still i love her as she's always the one saying all those amazing quotes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From One Tree Hill =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitey: I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past and recognize that everyday won't be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember: It's only in the black of night, we see the stars, and those stars will lead you back home. So don't be afraid to make mistakes, stumble and fall, because most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wished for. Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you? The road is long, and in the end, the journey is the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,,,I love whitey a lot in the show. And i thought YT's name was as in WHITEY when i just got to know him at first! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Gossip Girl   (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gossip Girl:&lt;/b&gt; You know, it's kind of funny, how you can find meaning from things you wouldn't think to look at. Like on a TV show- The truth always comes out, it's one of the fundamental rules of time. And when it comes out it can set you free, or end everything you've fought so hard for. Another way the truth comes out - when you don't even mean it to, or when, without saying a word, it's still heard loud and clear. But the worst thing the truth can do? Is when you finally tell it, it doesn't set you free, but locks you away forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think i'm so free that i can blog everyday now! It's not a very good thing to me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3 months!!!!&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/3522708215671304364-8173283090596535168?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8173283090596535168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=8173283090596535168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8173283090596535168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8173283090596535168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7236580367992031823</id><published>2010-03-01T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:50:27.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REHAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S4vGGMS6WPI/AAAAAAAADL8/LVjKWqZ2s9I/s1600-h/it__s_a_new_day_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S4vGGMS6WPI/AAAAAAAADL8/LVjKWqZ2s9I/s320/it__s_a_new_day_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443662384289437938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where i'll be rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is it. No more hiking, outing, playing, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's there to complain, i choose to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's MY life for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BYE KL life.&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/3522708215671304364-7236580367992031823?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7236580367992031823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7236580367992031823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7236580367992031823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7236580367992031823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/rehab.html' title='REHAB'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S4vGGMS6WPI/AAAAAAAADL8/LVjKWqZ2s9I/s72-c/it__s_a_new_day_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4053533182753144472</id><published>2010-02-24T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:03:46.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday.</title><content type='html'>It's been hard once again. I did cry my eye balls out once again and it's worse this time. And i believe i never slept well at all for the last 3 to 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's it is it. I can't change all of this. This is my destiny and i have to accept somehow or rather. And yes after this few days, i'm settling down much better. Not crying after every text message or looking at photos from fb. I am an emotional person. I guess every single one of you should know after seeing me like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many reasons for me to cry this badly. I mean firstly of course is failing it again by 2 marks which felt worse. And afraid of facing the music. And i felt so lost and i don't know what my future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just not all of it. And having to be back to JB for good made it worse of worse. I like it here but you know what i mean. Actually my parents din force me to study back here. They did when they just knew bout it and was furious about the news. But after settling down, they still let me decide where i wanna study. Of course i feel much comfortable in KL but after all of this, i guess it's time for me to change environment to study for this last paper and staying there for another 3 months for a paper is a bit too expensive. I know my parents won't mind if it's my own good but i still feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tt is why i chose to study back here in JB so tt my concentration level would be better. It's like a place of rehab for me here. And one of the many reasons i cried was also not being able to be with all of my friends in KL. I know i place my friends in a very important role in life. And i just can't bear living without them. Thinking bout it makes me cry always. Cause i feel so alone here. For worse, i have so so many close friends there, and then i just got to know some friends which i can stick to be close to and now i have to be seperated from them. I know it's for my own good after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got the news, my friend and i was looking each other in my room crying hysterically. Tt moment is classic but seriously heartbreaking. I know i've said the last time never wanting to feel this way again and all tt. I don't wanna repeat saying it but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in KL is much of a distraction of course. There's so much entertainment there which i can't resist so it would be better off here. Finally i've made up my mind taking my last paper of audit here in JB. I'll self study here and just ask around as many ppl as i can for help. I'll call all the smart ppl back in KL too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, my parents has agreed to me that i can still study my ACCA back in KL if i pass my last paper of CAT. I've been wasting too much time on this and i feel so useless. Not only time and money too. So i'll have to work double of everything now. If i passed you'll be seeing me back in KL, if not, well i'll still be here and doing a total different course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all i have to say. Last sem i wrote freaking long after all of it. And i sound too drama the other time. I know i get it. This time i'll not get to there. I'll be going up to KL again tomoro and shift out and terminate my stay back in KL. It's gonna be hard to go back and say goodbye once again. But this is life and it sucks. Shit happens right. And it's been happening to me all the time recently. My luck should be changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all i have to say. I'm much better now of course. So don't worry i'll be strong and be fine. So you guys out there take cares too. I'll miss you much. I hope i can be reunited with all of you after all of this. It's not tt long so wait for me all right. And thanks so much for everything. It meant a lot to me. I just can't stand being all alone after all of tt. So thanks for who has been there. especially those few, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the mean time, sorry your birthday planner is not on working schedule anymore. I told you i'm retiring so you see now. But no worries although i'm not physically there, i'll do what i can on whoever's birthday. Find another suitable candidate. Kelly ho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS :D xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-4053533182753144472?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4053533182753144472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4053533182753144472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4053533182753144472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4053533182753144472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday.'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5718494507211529164</id><published>2010-02-20T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:45:22.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S385eCFdwpI/AAAAAAAADL0/if1L6zljWsw/s1600-h/Hide_and_seek_by_thomaskrauss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S385eCFdwpI/AAAAAAAADL0/if1L6zljWsw/s320/Hide_and_seek_by_thomaskrauss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440130063005500050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's play hide and seek on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You count and I shall hide :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to face it i know but it's HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days and soon will me hours and minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrifying just to think about it and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have the feeling of deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it'll be all good and then i can concentrate on what i'm suppose to NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i shall party all night with my bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh Why must we go through this mental stress every 6 months which makes us all go gaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to end this all very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray hard but it's no use since God only help those who help themselves so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crossing fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5718494507211529164?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5718494507211529164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5718494507211529164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5718494507211529164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5718494507211529164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and seek'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S385eCFdwpI/AAAAAAAADL0/if1L6zljWsw/s72-c/Hide_and_seek_by_thomaskrauss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2947189296065437692</id><published>2010-02-16T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:36:08.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sinful season *gulp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3l_7fAdj-I/AAAAAAAADLc/UeKe-TUekwo/s1600-h/21053_104065859620994_100000527410524_108868_5331611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3l_7fAdj-I/AAAAAAAADLc/UeKe-TUekwo/s320/21053_104065859620994_100000527410524_108868_5331611_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518684939030498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3l_7DZk_0I/AAAAAAAADLU/NBsH2zpPLO0/s1600-h/18055_104067456287501_100000527410524_108924_961210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3l_7DZk_0I/AAAAAAAADLU/NBsH2zpPLO0/s320/18055_104067456287501_100000527410524_108924_961210_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518677528182594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLO BLOGGERS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving back to my JB for my CNY i celebrated two guys birthdays that i treasure as friends. Well it was a good one. I was worried and emo at first, don't ask me why! Long story...But it all turn out well :) And so i'm elated! I feel so much like a mother. I feel so happy when i see the birthday person being all happy after the whole celebration. If he's happy i'll be happy too. It applies to everyone! I know i'm so motherly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat was great but freaking HOT! We got damn high when the people there started shouting yum seng! Hahaha! It was crowded but we all did have fun. I hope the birthday boys did have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now back in JB for CNY. It's been good till now! Reunion dinner was very simple. Just eating and chatting. Seriously nothing much. I din expect much either. Just tt my family and others are all there and everyone is having a good time, it's good enough. I can't say i had a lot fun. Truthfully, i'm not very close to some of my cousins from my dad side and so we din talk much. Just played with the young one. So yea...you know how it turn out to be. But still i love them as my family no matter what. I think we just need to communicate more and tt's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the dinner, we left to my mum's side for some chit chat and gambling. And i feel so much comfortable there with them. I'm so much closer to them. I mean they're real fun though i have only 3 cousins there and all others are my uncles and aunts, we still have fun being together. They're like awesome cos they're so sporting and funny and tt's why i love them much :) We had fun just by talking and gambling session was a short one so din win nor lose much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3mFvU9EsXI/AAAAAAAADLs/-qdtjiEsXpk/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3mFvU9EsXI/AAAAAAAADLs/-qdtjiEsXpk/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438525073151799666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3mFu4iYTvI/AAAAAAAADLk/dM_z7U9cEZg/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3mFu4iYTvI/AAAAAAAADLk/dM_z7U9cEZg/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438525065523646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the first day of new year, well i woke up late and after tt i just helped my mum with all the chores as there'll be guests coming. So eating BIG time begins!!! Friends and family came in and yea my house was filled with people! It feels good and i was laughing so much when Aunty Emily told me all about the recent events happening in my high school! OMG my ex- teachers are oh-so-hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went for football session! We rented a field like every year and play football with the normal gang! And yea i DO SUCK at it! I treat it as my jogging session. Just running anf trying to avoid the ball. At one point, my dad who's my opponent came forward and push me when i was having the ball! Sigh...my dad even get aggressive when playing a game with his own daughter :( How sad! hahaha! So yea just burn the calories so we can eat more!!! The winner team gets to spray the snow spray or spring spray kinda thing on the loser team and yea i'm in the LOSER team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great! Awesome actually! Ate freaking a lot and yes i do feel so sinful :/ And then the gambling session starts! It was with all the rich kids. *raises eyebrows* I was the chongke( i have no idea how it's spell) with my cousin. And we started with a capital of 15 and we did great. Was losing at first and after tt we made a profit of around rm70 and called it stop! Hahaha! You should know when it's time to stop! After all of tt it's around 2am and went back home and slept straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well today....nothing much...more family came and so more ang pao comes in. And just eating eating and eating! Sigh what else right! And then had quite a talk with one my pilot cousin to be :) hahaha! Thanks for the chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i guess this will mark my CNY till day 2. Most of my family members has gone back so now it's time to visit friends to get more ang paos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya people! Have fun :) xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-2947189296065437692?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2947189296065437692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2947189296065437692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2947189296065437692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2947189296065437692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/sinful-season-gulp.html' title='The sinful season *gulp*'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3l_7fAdj-I/AAAAAAAADLc/UeKe-TUekwo/s72-c/21053_104065859620994_100000527410524_108868_5331611_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4334735856121645927</id><published>2010-02-11T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:12:21.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seafood Brother's Birthday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MQK0_1UxI/AAAAAAAADLM/xUpNB3zCsTI/s1600-h/7520_165168730745_647235745_3615916_1456028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MQK0_1UxI/AAAAAAAADLM/xUpNB3zCsTI/s320/7520_165168730745_647235745_3615916_1456028_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436706953377436434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY &lt;s&gt;BEST&lt;/s&gt; SEAFOOD(LALA) BROTHER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi World :D I'm finally kinda free to blog. I'll be back to my hometown tomoro for CNY! Suddenly i feel so good to be home! I MISS HOME :(  I miss my dad and mum but i am also in a very heavy mood to see my father as i think he's still angry with me for my phone bill. He's not been calling me for some time and i think he's angry. Sigh...hope he's not :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleep deprived recently! I've been out and about with exams, out with friends for yum cha and shopping and this and that so i am so drained out! My sleeping time for this week is around 3am to 5am so tell me about it! Sigh...i know I ask ask for it myself. But one of my best friend, Pauline was so careless that she hit her head and got herself 10 stiches and so all of us has been there for her. Be careful my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways birthdays are all around the corner like nobody's business. I mean money will have to be spent, time and effort once again! Sigh...every year there'll be like so so so so many friend's family's birthdays and i sometimes can't take it anymore. Once a year but birthdays has been spent hell a lot since last year somehow or rather. There's plenty of them since last year. It's a good or bad sign? You say it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so well last week was my non-related Brother's Desmond's 20th birthday. Well he don't look 20 i know. Looks so much older. I know i know. Obviously right! So we spent with him at Italianies since he kinda like that restaurant. It wasn't a surprise but he was surprise by what Elaine did for him. It was really sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was touched at a moment as he said. We all did a birthday video for him and Elaine edit all of it and it was real funny and good :) I'm sure my brother is really touch by that. Cause it was by Elaine and WE in it =) lol... You guys can check it out in FB! It's really funny especially Winston! LOL! the dancing part! I'm literally laughing again thinking of it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Italianies was good. All of us had fun and good to catch up with everyone and loving all the pics we took. I love you KELLY HO &amp;amp; mostly your CAMERA! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the company is the most important where all of us are together and just sit and chit chat and do some crazy stuff without feeling embarassed and posing in front of the camera like nobody's there! So yea i had fun with all of them! I MISS ALL OF YOU! :) Good friend doesn't make you do stupid things....ALONE right ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tell a thousand words so here is some of it :)&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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHCJF5VZI/AAAAAAAADJc/E6aQ3-qA3pU/s1600-h/20639_286083876308_569156308_3556153_5146577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHCJF5VZI/AAAAAAAADJc/E6aQ3-qA3pU/s320/20639_286083876308_569156308_3556153_5146577_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436696908548101522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I truly truly love my only WG and shorty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHC3Tz9mI/AAAAAAAADJs/x98ouXzyZAI/s1600-h/20639_286126076308_569156308_3556272_1299441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHC3Tz9mI/AAAAAAAADJs/x98ouXzyZAI/s320/20639_286126076308_569156308_3556272_1299441_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436696920954500706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww...love them so much too :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHCluRTpI/AAAAAAAADJk/DuNBVo9KEdA/s1600-h/20639_286107011308_569156308_3556199_2587998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHCluRTpI/AAAAAAAADJk/DuNBVo9KEdA/s320/20639_286107011308_569156308_3556199_2587998_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436696916233637522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHBom8w7I/AAAAAAAADJU/xoXxRiJfU3w/s1600-h/20639_286083851308_569156308_3556151_7711292_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHBom8w7I/AAAAAAAADJU/xoXxRiJfU3w/s320/20639_286083851308_569156308_3556151_7711292_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436696899828368306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIQEMBkhI/AAAAAAAADLE/3uURAD5NGwM/s1600-h/20639_286069361308_569156308_3555955_6061429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIQEMBkhI/AAAAAAAADLE/3uURAD5NGwM/s320/20639_286069361308_569156308_3555955_6061429_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698247261426194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIPxXps2I/AAAAAAAADK8/VnQ7grZlw9c/s1600-h/20639_286126106308_569156308_3556276_7278781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIPxXps2I/AAAAAAAADK8/VnQ7grZlw9c/s320/20639_286126106308_569156308_3556276_7278781_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698242209919842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So wrong but i LIKE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIPSI9hkI/AAAAAAAADK0/HWD4sQgeoBY/s1600-h/20639_287862751308_569156308_3561211_2197079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIPSI9hkI/AAAAAAAADK0/HWD4sQgeoBY/s320/20639_287862751308_569156308_3561211_2197079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698233826805314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIPIOrmOI/AAAAAAAADKs/s9Dce2kKx8c/s1600-h/20639_287863266308_569156308_3561260_2606027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIPIOrmOI/AAAAAAAADKs/s9Dce2kKx8c/s320/20639_287863266308_569156308_3561260_2606027_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698231166441698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIO0G1NqI/AAAAAAAADKk/w5q8VFFXq5Y/s1600-h/20639_287863246308_569156308_3561257_2509405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MIO0G1NqI/AAAAAAAADKk/w5q8VFFXq5Y/s320/20639_287863246308_569156308_3561257_2509405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436698225764808354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHce7z4wI/AAAAAAAADKc/b3ZPCnv2Hrk/s1600-h/20639_287863326308_569156308_3561266_3878132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHce7z4wI/AAAAAAAADKc/b3ZPCnv2Hrk/s320/20639_287863326308_569156308_3561266_3878132_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436697361087980290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHbx5vfxI/AAAAAAAADKU/sc4D6JKwqYo/s1600-h/20639_287863101308_569156308_3561241_5967916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHbx5vfxI/AAAAAAAADKU/sc4D6JKwqYo/s320/20639_287863101308_569156308_3561241_5967916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436697348999708434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHbqlJAII/AAAAAAAADKM/O-d6tk3eo94/s1600-h/20639_287862826308_569156308_3561217_5684015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHbqlJAII/AAAAAAAADKM/O-d6tk3eo94/s320/20639_287862826308_569156308_3561217_5684015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436697347034251394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHbX1ukGI/AAAAAAAADKE/9G9oIpuGVyE/s1600-h/20639_287862791308_569156308_3561214_6659186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHbX1ukGI/AAAAAAAADKE/9G9oIpuGVyE/s320/20639_287862791308_569156308_3561214_6659186_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436697342003548258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tripod reunited :) But someone so action recently :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHa1rRIxI/AAAAAAAADJ8/lTeFK3hZX18/s1600-h/20639_286126256308_569156308_3556290_540609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHa1rRIxI/AAAAAAAADJ8/lTeFK3hZX18/s320/20639_286126256308_569156308_3556290_540609_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436697332832871186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHDAzvHmI/AAAAAAAADJ0/w8YV6LbU5Kc/s1600-h/20639_286126136308_569156308_3556279_2928797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MHDAzvHmI/AAAAAAAADJ0/w8YV6LbU5Kc/s320/20639_286126136308_569156308_3556279_2928797_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436696923504320098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea i tip-toed can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Happy 20th brother,&lt;br /&gt;Hope this year gives you abundance,&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue being your best sis :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy working soon!&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/3522708215671304364-4334735856121645927?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4334735856121645927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4334735856121645927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4334735856121645927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4334735856121645927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/seafood-brothers-birthday.html' title='The Seafood Brother&apos;s Birthday :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S3MQK0_1UxI/AAAAAAAADLM/xUpNB3zCsTI/s72-c/7520_165168730745_647235745_3615916_1456028_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-859578094568792813</id><published>2010-01-30T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:04:56.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're different! She gets the throne of blur queen :)</title><content type='html'>Hello people! So well last week has been a hectic schedule for me. It may be not much for some of you people but it's already kinda a tiring week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes as usual. one word BORING! But i've learn the art of sleeping soundly in class and not getting caught by the teacher. So yea the week went by with classes and then Friday it was my NEW friend's 20th birthday. Well i just got to know her and she's ..... As you can see, i'm even lost between words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First her name is ONG Jia Kee. Hahaha! She may be 20 but she don't act like one! I can't believe she's the oldest one in my group but her action doesn't speak like a 20 year old. How amusing. When i just got close to her, my other friends said that we are meant to be friends because we're the same level of people. I don't get it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, i'm starting to see signs tt we kinda seem to a little alike in our behaviour. May be we're the BLUR type. And we talk of the same stuff so yea now they always put me with her. Poor me! I'm so much better than her. I don't get bullied as much as her. I'm more alert than her and i can definitely more scary than her! So we're DIFFERENT. We should never be put on the same page :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXDqk5wcI/AAAAAAAADIU/2HFk-DeuRfE/s1600-h/19570_1317682175001_1019159539_997859_7299065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXDqk5wcI/AAAAAAAADIU/2HFk-DeuRfE/s320/19570_1317682175001_1019159539_997859_7299065_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432562770995954114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXn3myk3I/AAAAAAAADJE/mkqZLqqA-WE/s1600-h/19570_1317681654988_1019159539_997847_7008335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXn3myk3I/AAAAAAAADJE/mkqZLqqA-WE/s320/19570_1317681654988_1019159539_997847_7008335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432563392968823666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXC-89gJI/AAAAAAAADIE/Gw2bHHoN7_w/s1600-h/19570_1317680694964_1019159539_997824_7564777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXC-89gJI/AAAAAAAADIE/Gw2bHHoN7_w/s320/19570_1317680694964_1019159539_997824_7564777_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432562759285702802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXD2LRe3I/AAAAAAAADIc/n9uMwJb4QnQ/s1600-h/19570_1317689895194_1019159539_997918_3899621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXD2LRe3I/AAAAAAAADIc/n9uMwJb4QnQ/s320/19570_1317689895194_1019159539_997918_3899621_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432562774109682546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXEJt3RTI/AAAAAAAADIk/y5XLjSVB1Kw/s1600-h/19570_1317689535185_1019159539_997910_6203740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXEJt3RTI/AAAAAAAADIk/y5XLjSVB1Kw/s320/19570_1317689535185_1019159539_997910_6203740_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432562779355039026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXnpz0R_I/AAAAAAAADI8/GVyZObNA5cQ/s1600-h/19570_1317688255153_1019159539_997878_7340810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXnpz0R_I/AAAAAAAADI8/GVyZObNA5cQ/s320/19570_1317688255153_1019159539_997878_7340810_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432563389265364978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday to countdown her birthday we had bah kuh teh for dinner and then headed to KLCC to countdown for her as a surprise. As some may know the KLCC tower off their lights at 12am so we surprised her with a slice a cake and sang for her. Too bad we can't chill there long cause of those snobbish guards! But still we did take quite a lot of pictures! The birthday girl was surprised but did not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXof1mupI/AAAAAAAADJM/w6zREpvtm8Y/s1600-h/19570_1317696255353_1019159539_997972_771285_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXof1mupI/AAAAAAAADJM/w6zREpvtm8Y/s320/19570_1317696255353_1019159539_997972_771285_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432563403768380050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXDPyGVTI/AAAAAAAADIM/RS8Fd6Q4Ghk/s1600-h/19570_1317696455358_1019159539_997977_122853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXDPyGVTI/AAAAAAAADIM/RS8Fd6Q4Ghk/s320/19570_1317696455358_1019159539_997977_122853_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432562763803546930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXnEF_BoI/AAAAAAAADIs/-4Jyrvba_xg/s1600-h/19570_1317697495384_1019159539_998003_1314957_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXnEF_BoI/AAAAAAAADIs/-4Jyrvba_xg/s320/19570_1317697495384_1019159539_998003_1314957_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432563379141019266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXndUwfTI/AAAAAAAADI0/E7044tEjVzQ/s1600-h/19570_1317698495409_1019159539_998026_1390030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXndUwfTI/AAAAAAAADI0/E7044tEjVzQ/s320/19570_1317698495409_1019159539_998026_1390030_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432563385913867570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, i headed home around 3am already so yea was dead beat! But the next day, had another of her celebration. It was supposed to be another surprise for her dinner at the appartment at the curve! Once again, because of her blurness, we got her surprised! What an easy target to be surprised. We actually spend the whole day with her. How nice of US but Krystal would get most of the credits for planning it. Totally get how she feels when being the planner! Stressful as hell :/ So the day ended and i went over to PJ and rested for the Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week once again classes started and again boredom. I've watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Toothfairy &lt;/span&gt;and it was funny. Not awesome but funny. The young boy is gonna be so HOT when he grows up. But "the rock" was really funny. OMG! The huge him in tutu and wings! LOL! So yea been out this week too! Going around to eat and yum cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us finally meet too! PC, WG and me! We talked like we had not met forever. And it was like old times. And i've missed it terribly! We should try doing it after CNY again! Out stories are never ending you know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, went shopping with the girls in KL! And it was so freaking tiring after all of it. We practically walk the whole day. So shopping is really a good form of exercise. So much of walking till i can't feel my feet. I think thr shorty was gonna faint. Hahahaha!! We din buy much actually but still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week shall begin my PT week and i'm so NOT ready! Sigh....I don't have the mood for everything. As in for m y PT , CNY and everything else. And i'm not ready to face the day when the result is out. And it will be on Krystal's birthday. How scary is that! I'm gonna celebrate with her but still have to face the torture of reality. I hate it and i am really afraid. I am even NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed. What lies ahead i will not know but i really hope it'll be a good one  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm craving for snowflakes now :( The weather is freaking hot and i hate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-859578094568792813?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/859578094568792813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=859578094568792813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/859578094568792813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/859578094568792813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-different-she-gets-throne-of-blur.html' title='We&apos;re different! She gets the throne of blur queen :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S2RXDqk5wcI/AAAAAAAADIU/2HFk-DeuRfE/s72-c/19570_1317682175001_1019159539_997859_7299065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2787565594589915714</id><published>2010-01-26T12:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:26:19.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's begin the DRAMA!</title><content type='html'>So, hey people :) What's down? Well for me i'm totally down cos i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh-so-broke&lt;/span&gt;! Ok i know you ppl might wanna kill me cos i've been saying tt i'm broke practically for consequently few days already. But i'm seriously broke what! :( That's why i'm so emo. I wanna buy so many more things which i haven got the chance to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven finish my CNY shopping list. I wanna buy a really RED top or dress. Then heels, blazer, flats, skirts, bags, dresses, dresses, dresses! And so this is why i'm heading to KL once again to shop for some dirt cheap stuff with my college friends. I'm so excited to go with them! Haven been there with all of them :) Total excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also birthdays coming up. Like 4 i guess. It's a lot of money spending on it already so yea you know i feel now huh! It's not like i wanna spend or what but it's just happen naturally you know. The demand for money is always not enough for everyone. So it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've been doing some thinking lately. Life is so much like a drama. Literally. I mean recently i've been seeing, listening, experiencing some drama in life. So if you really think it's so nice to have a drama life, think twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16E6cWnDTI/AAAAAAAADHE/1djT47X4Em4/s1600-h/normal_photo_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16E6cWnDTI/AAAAAAAADHE/1djT47X4Em4/s320/normal_photo_025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430924340233702706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like those family politics drama scenes you can always watch on all those Hong Kong series like the famous"Moonlight resonance" and yeah i've been recently listening some family drama and experiencing some of it myself. And frankly speaking it's not much difference, just scrap away may be the killing and without the dramatic hong kong music serenading in the middle of the drama. Then there goes all the shouting, and crying. Sigh....And just like tt our life is not much difference i can say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16E62NocQI/AAAAAAAADHM/VE9XSKiFNY4/s1600-h/blair_waldorf_jenny_humphrey_gossip_girl_closets_on_bluefly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16E62NocQI/AAAAAAAADHM/VE9XSKiFNY4/s320/blair_waldorf_jenny_humphrey_gossip_girl_closets_on_bluefly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430924347175366914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other end, there may be some drama action going on in our own college like "Gossip Girl". Just we're not living at the upper east side of Manhattan but living at the kinda the "prestigious" Sunway college as they say. Well drama action in college normally happens more between girls i guess. Girls giving the "STARE" when we know it's NOT a normal and nice stare at all. Gossip, bitch talk then starts.  And cat fight may happen and there goes girls not talking to each other. Even if they are they might just be pretending. Guys going after a girl, girl rejecting then the third party comes in. It's kinda the same procedure all the time.  This is totally so Blair v Serena or for now may be Jenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right! Tell me about it! Sometimes i feel why we girls must be that sensitive, confusing and complicating. But think the other side, i guess God just made us this way. And we can't blame ourselves and it's not all the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16IsD3dagI/AAAAAAAADH0/ESOaT6MEdNA/s1600-h/dean+and+sam+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16IsD3dagI/AAAAAAAADH0/ESOaT6MEdNA/s320/dean+and+sam+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430928491188939266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16IrudSOLI/AAAAAAAADHs/s6zr5NEl0O4/s1600-h/mark-is-king_360x550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16IrudSOLI/AAAAAAAADHs/s6zr5NEl0O4/s320/mark-is-king_360x550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430928485442009266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well at least we're not in one of the drama in Supernatural or Ghost Whisperer. It would scare the shit out of me. It's not like it's real or something but still if you were in their shoes for real it would be too cool yet too freaky! Well i might not wanna be in Grey's Anatomy either. Cutting people and all the long hours. Totally NOT my thing! But i might sacrifice just to be with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh-so-HOT&lt;/span&gt; guys! Mcsteamy, Mcdreamy, &amp;amp; Dean :)) Sorreh...my current obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16IrMqWWUI/AAAAAAAADHk/LlTavo-1Bz8/s1600-h/how_i_met_your_mother5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16IrMqWWUI/AAAAAAAADHk/LlTavo-1Bz8/s320/how_i_met_your_mother5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430928476370000194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day, come to think of it, all this kinds of drama is like part of a parcel of life. We can't get away from it. No one has a total perfect smooth life. If there is well he/she is just the exception! But i'm still happy with my life though there's some minor cracks here and there but it's still good enough for me. I still get the drama of laughing with friends and families after cracking up some lameest/dirty jokes. It reminds me "How i met your mother", "Friends" and "Two and a half men". I never fail having a BIG LOL after watching every episodes of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, our life ain't tt sucky at all if you try looking at the brighter side. Everyone of us will always have someone who will be there for us all the time. And that's most important even you just face your most terrible, darkest, or DRAMA day of your life. You'll somehow know you have your friends and family waiting and welcoming at the other end for you with the brightest smile and warmest hug =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16K5JijQsI/AAAAAAAADH8/kgECkk33eXM/s1600-h/barney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16K5JijQsI/AAAAAAAADH8/kgECkk33eXM/s320/barney2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430930915073409730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers!&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/3522708215671304364-2787565594589915714?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2787565594589915714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2787565594589915714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2787565594589915714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2787565594589915714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-begin-drama.html' title='Let&apos;s begin the DRAMA!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S16E6cWnDTI/AAAAAAAADHE/1djT47X4Em4/s72-c/normal_photo_025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-709838755443602549</id><published>2010-01-20T08:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:25:11.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fauiled Morning Jog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S1ZL8CIOBbI/AAAAAAAADG8/UGVD4Cmgvmo/s1600-h/Tuesday_afternoon_by_immacule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S1ZL8CIOBbI/AAAAAAAADG8/UGVD4Cmgvmo/s320/Tuesday_afternoon_by_immacule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428609895577290162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45am class but i woke up at 7.30am. Well it may seem impossible for me to have woken up this early for a MORNING JOG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea i've been feeling like to jog for this whole week but i am too lazy to wake up and shy to jog alone in the Sunway field. Later i bump into someone familiar or whoever. Hahaha! Damn shy ok :/ But i still decided to go for a jog whatever it takes but when i went down. It was freaking drizzling! Damn! Just as i wanted to jog and woke up personally for it. It's so nice to be sleeping. So unlucky ok :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to join the gym but sigh once again i have no $$$! And this sem it seems i can't join yoga anymore cause of my classes which would clash with it. So yeah pathetic. I wanna exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to MOTIVATE me. I think i should just join the gym may be for a month to try out. Sigh...this is so disturbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be ME for now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i wanna go back to bed since i can do nothing else but tt now! Good Morning ppl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-709838755443602549?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/709838755443602549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=709838755443602549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/709838755443602549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/709838755443602549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/fauiled-morning-jog.html' title='The Fauiled Morning Jog'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S1ZL8CIOBbI/AAAAAAAADG8/UGVD4Cmgvmo/s72-c/Tuesday_afternoon_by_immacule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5215974232151683187</id><published>2010-01-13T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:43:41.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S0yl5azlvoI/AAAAAAAADG0/IruSqnbnv74/s1600-h/1133571898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S0yl5azlvoI/AAAAAAAADG0/IruSqnbnv74/s320/1133571898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425894056941436546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Airports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane. This song is singing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a love-hate relationship towards the airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it when you're traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when you need to send someone you're close to off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's always it. Last week i was happy and loving the airport as i was traveling and now i hate it because i have to send my brother off where he will be back for good. I did not really send him off at the airport, but talking on the phone with him this afternoon already made me had tears in my eyes. Every now and then i think of the happy times we had together for the past 3 weeks, I'm really missing every single detail of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not like i won't see him again. Just that he's my only brother and the bestest one you'll ever have so yes i'm sad for him leaving! Yea i know i'm writing as if i will not see him again. You see i'm actually quite emotional towards certain things. You can compare me with Izzie in Greys Anatomy. I'm a bit like her in some ways where the emotional part comes in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People Always Leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's true and i hate it. We face it every now and then. It's just a phase we have to go through. It may be sad, sometimes hurtful and painful to bear but somehow or rather we will face the reality that people always leave. And somehow or rather by some time we'll get use to it and accept it. Hence, like i always say, reality sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my brother is better off there. And he belongs there for now and i hope he'll just live happily and healthy there! I hope i can visit you soon kor :)  I love it when you're here with us and thanks for everything and i really am proud and lucky to have you as my awesome brother and will always love you as you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life. It’s loss. It’s change. And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime. That’s how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s how you survive. By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won’t feel this way. It won’t hurt this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty. The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it. The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. The very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again. And always, every time, it takes your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bargaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Acceptance. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post may seem to be a little emo but no i'm not emo, just felt like writing something emo you know :) I wrote the part about the grieving part is from the show Grey's anatomy. That's what i love about Grey's. Their quotes and lines are just amazing! It's just really emo which i really like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then i think it's time for bed. Time is ticking! and class has started!  See ya people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, xoxo! Mwah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3522708215671304364-5215974232151683187?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5215974232151683187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5215974232151683187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5215974232151683187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5215974232151683187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/grief.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S0yl5azlvoI/AAAAAAAADG0/IruSqnbnv74/s72-c/1133571898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-1344579613577135724</id><published>2010-01-11T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:08:15.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainless</title><content type='html'>Hello World :D I have no idea what you're turning into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously....Burning down churches?! This is so way out of hand. I mean literally! What are these people thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why we can't use the word "ALLAH"! It's the same meaning, just a different language! I know i'm kinda slow in reacting this news. It's not my fault. I was in Vietnam and when i came back...BOOM~~ with all this news all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...to me it's just stupid! Like all said, what One Malaysia we'll talking about when all this people are doing such thing. These people are juts out of their mind. What kind of country are we living in! Even if i'm not a christian, i will so against all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so pissed to see this news everytime and people talking about it practically everyday now! My church priests told us not to care about what's happening. Some ppl may got the msg of not hanging rosaries outside the church but who cares! I'm not scared of this and this will definitely not stop me from going to church every week. Whatever is happening is just for the time being i guess. And i know God will help us through all this disruption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia. I'm starting to not loving this country anymore for what has happened. It makes me feel even more disgusted by all this doings and wanting to migrate to another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when i'm saying this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-1344579613577135724?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1344579613577135724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=1344579613577135724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1344579613577135724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1344579613577135724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/brainless.html' title='Brainless'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5235201070523775382</id><published>2010-01-04T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:22:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010 Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S0Fsw-M8CMI/AAAAAAAADGs/mzq-Xfnt78s/s1600-h/22664_219496492433_548487433_3071059_2522214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S0Fsw-M8CMI/AAAAAAAADGs/mzq-Xfnt78s/s320/22664_219496492433_548487433_3071059_2522214_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422735014917572802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year people! Yea i know i kinda slow cos i'm really lazy to blog even if i'm really free as in mostly everyday! So my new year celebration was kinda....let's just not talk about it! Not really much to talk about since it's kinda BAD and BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...2010 huh! Mean i'll be 20 in 11 months! Crazy wei...Entering the digit 2 makes me feel so OLD :( I still wanna feel like I'm 6 years old but i practically do act like a 6 years old often. Yea childhood deprived you see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking some of my new year resolution. Well the utmost 1st will be i hope i will not screw up my ACCA! And i hope i'll be able to adopt a child from the world vision campaign. I think may be from Africa. Just rm50 per month. You know kinda have the feeling to do some good work here :) Other than that i hope i can save up some money and buy a DSLR camera of my own! How i wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is gonna start real soon and i'm so not looking forward to it. Like seriously! But what to do...we have to face reality and this is my LIFE! I don't have a choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i wanna start my class soon is of course looking forward to see my college mates! I know i miss my shorty so much! Of course there's so many others too! And i NEED to shop like seriously shop till i drop! Cos it's been a while since i shop and CNY is coming real soon so i HAVE to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'll be leaving to Vietnam on the 6th for a short holiday with my family before saying goodbye once again to my beloved brother! Sigh...I don;t know how bad i will cry this time again! It's ok...I'll save up my money and go visit him one of these days. Moreover i can go check out all the hot looking white guys :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. FYI...I have the WORSE no.1 EVER! actually i had only one before so he's just the WORSE whatever it is. How dare he prank call me and scare the hell of me! You watch out! Wait till i see you! Your gf is so much better than YOU! hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then till then i'll see you college people on the 11th. Real soon! xoxo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5235201070523775382?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5235201070523775382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5235201070523775382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5235201070523775382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5235201070523775382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010-goodbye-2009.html' title='Hello 2010 Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/S0Fsw-M8CMI/AAAAAAAADGs/mzq-Xfnt78s/s72-c/22664_219496492433_548487433_3071059_2522214_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5013946623207774615</id><published>2009-12-29T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:30:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong! It's Christmas :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SznHm6veliI/AAAAAAAADGk/udQXHnPyq-E/s1600-h/20547_217031412916_520772916_3162540_5275467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SznHm6veliI/AAAAAAAADGk/udQXHnPyq-E/s320/20547_217031412916_520772916_3162540_5275467_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420583097934452258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since i updated my blog but seriously i'm lazy to even blog but currently i'm bored to death so here i am blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's obviously holiday season and once again my all time favourite season of the year. Nothing can beat Christmas. I'm serious. Literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who doesn't love christmas! At least nobody hates it right. And yea i am so happy and in love in this holiday season. I was so busy with christmas shopping, helping a very minimum of baking of christmas cookies and cakes for my mum. And last but not least my favourite activity will be caroling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun once again with all the same and familiar people and kids. Christmas is not just about having fun it's about sharing, loving and caring. So we went to old folks home, orphanage and other home bound people who can't come to church to hear us sing. I always feel so fortunate everytime i see them. We don't sing fantastically but at least we take time and effort to go to them and sing to them and make them happy. It really tears my heart to see those old folks in the homes who cried after we all sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most memorable will be the one year we went to an old aunty house where she was home bound and when we went to her house and sang she recorded with a tape and she said she listen to it everytime and she cried when we left after singing. It was so heartbreaking. And if i'm not wrong, the aunty passed away a few years back. Sigh...i will never forget that year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SznHmlQDSWI/AAAAAAAADGc/AobzVXJwAVc/s1600-h/IMG_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SznHmlQDSWI/AAAAAAAADGc/AobzVXJwAVc/s320/IMG_2848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420583092165495138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than caroling, I spent my Christmas at Cameron Highlands and KL with my family. Camerons was so much fun with my extended family. We spent so much time at the eve of Christmas laughing, dancing, singing, and counting down to Christmas! Oh my it's just AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were force to perform since it was their tradition to do it every year. And guess what we performed a dance from the wonder girls- Nobody! Like OMG! I'm starting to love drinking wine. I drank quite a bit before performing so i could like...you know :) But we did like the scoop version. It was really funny. There was 5 girls and 1 guy(my brother). He sacrificed to break dance when he doesn't even know how to dance at the 1st place. So fyi, my family is kinda noob in dancing. SO yeah..you can imagine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SznHmAK2wMI/AAAAAAAADGU/F62udNCL9FE/s1600-h/IMG_2871.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/SznHmAK2wMI/AAAAAAAADGU/F62udNCL9FE/s320/IMG_2871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420583082211590338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a part where it was the climax of the performance where it was Moulin Rouge. The grandmothers did it. They were all smoking HOT! I mean you must look what they were wearing. And an granduncle was so sporting where he wore make up, high heels and wore a dress and dance to the song "lose control". We all got so freaking high. Sorry i have the pictures but no posting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In KL there was another party where my aunty prepared sumptous dinner. There's turkey, spaghetti, ham, cheese cakes, etc...All the good food :) Had good time being bullied by my cousins. And just talking and talking. In the end went back to the hotel at like 2am already. So dead tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, met up with my shorty and driver. Had lunch with them at Jaya 33 but yeah nothing much. Just some catching up since haven seen them in a while :) And dinner with my other aunty and it was ok. Nothing much on tt day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then off back to JB, and Kelly Ho came back with me cos she wanted to explore JB since she heard it was an AWESOME city with AWESOME ppl living here like ME :) hahaha! And i brought her to eat ice kacang, quite nice ok! I wanted to bring so many other places for food but there's not enough time. So yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these few days have been staying at home sleeping and watching movies. It's great. I'm just waiting for NYE! I hope i'll be able to spend in Singapore with some friends. And then i shall leave on a jet plane to Vietnam on 6th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone :) Spend a blast for 2010! Till then xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5013946623207774615?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5013946623207774615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5013946623207774615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5013946623207774615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5013946623207774615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/ding-dong-its-christmas.html' title='Ding Dong! It&apos;s Christmas :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SznHm6veliI/AAAAAAAADGk/udQXHnPyq-E/s72-c/20547_217031412916_520772916_3162540_5275467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2657199121098673754</id><published>2009-12-17T16:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:29:15.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is HERE!</title><content type='html'>Well well well... Exams are freaking so OVER for the time being :) Hence, for now, it's time to ENJOY! Scrap all those emo shit! Christmas, Family &amp;amp; Friends, every single thing, I'm so on it! I'm gonna have an awesome Christmas I'm telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my lovely brother is back for holidays from Australia :)&lt;br /&gt;And guess what he got me the 5th generation Ipod nano baby :)&lt;br /&gt;Well will be meeting up friends up here very soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Caroling session is this weekends :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play paintball this coming Saturday too :)&lt;br /&gt;Family gathering at Camerons at Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;Awesome dinner party at KL with my big gang of family :)&lt;br /&gt;Might be going into Singapore for SHOPPING :)&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Ho is coming to JB! OMG! lol...&lt;br /&gt;WIll be leaving for a short holiday trip to Vietnam on January before my sem starts again :)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna exercise and burn some calories :)&lt;br /&gt;Eating all the delicacies at home :)&lt;br /&gt;Sleep all day long without worrying anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, *SCREAMS* for HOLIDAYS man! All of this is gonna be so GREAT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY life now is great, everything is going so right and i hope it will be since it's christmas season now :) Omg, don't you ppl just love Christmas! I would kill for having christmas everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SynzysueXYI/AAAAAAAADEE/TLUX4iJ6VGY/s1600-h/11435_203457306308_569156308_3186921_3834015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SynzysueXYI/AAAAAAAADEE/TLUX4iJ6VGY/s320/11435_203457306308_569156308_3186921_3834015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128079214828930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SynzzOmtidI/AAAAAAAADEM/ZxvuhqmnG1E/s1600-h/11435_203457346308_569156308_3186924_7856187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SynzzOmtidI/AAAAAAAADEM/ZxvuhqmnG1E/s320/11435_203457346308_569156308_3186924_7856187_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128088309074386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just after our exams, we girls have our own ritual of having out Secret Santa game where each of us get a present for a person among us without knowing who it is. And it was so fun. I had so much fun with the girls. Like totally ok :) It was time to release all our stress and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SynzzfKBOkI/AAAAAAAADEU/ia1UiMkwB8w/s1600-h/11435_203457581308_569156308_3186951_7690536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SynzzfKBOkI/AAAAAAAADEU/ia1UiMkwB8w/s320/11435_203457581308_569156308_3186951_7690536_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128092752132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Synz0Oq8kmI/AAAAAAAADEk/vy1bsuQbLvA/s1600-h/11435_203457671308_569156308_3186961_6040511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Synz0Oq8kmI/AAAAAAAADEk/vy1bsuQbLvA/s320/11435_203457671308_569156308_3186961_6040511_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128105506706018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0HXCjTCI/AAAAAAAADE0/ZRAAxRPZe4E/s1600-h/11435_203457641308_569156308_3186956_7838240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0HXCjTCI/AAAAAAAADE0/ZRAAxRPZe4E/s320/11435_203457641308_569156308_3186956_7838240_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128434170711074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1RlZapHI/AAAAAAAADF0/UkvSc6FA35c/s1600-h/11435_203457591308_569156308_3186952_11300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1RlZapHI/AAAAAAAADF0/UkvSc6FA35c/s320/11435_203457591308_569156308_3186952_11300_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416129709335028850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at TGIF and i was so freaking FULL when i shared a 2 course meal with shorty. I mean literally i can't like eat anymore at that moment! But what;s important is the company and we're all happy being together and have all the fun we can :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1RaVOmVI/AAAAAAAADFs/7y4T_lE1S6E/s1600-h/11435_203457666308_569156308_3186960_3686122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1RaVOmVI/AAAAAAAADFs/7y4T_lE1S6E/s320/11435_203457666308_569156308_3186960_3686122_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416129706364672338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1Qs8QzpI/AAAAAAAADFc/n63L5VER-pY/s1600-h/11435_203458116308_569156308_3187009_4533631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1Qs8QzpI/AAAAAAAADFc/n63L5VER-pY/s320/11435_203458116308_569156308_3187009_4533631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416129694180363922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0HD1cTTI/AAAAAAAADEs/8mLXLPAxyz8/s1600-h/11435_203457711308_569156308_3186965_7591598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0HD1cTTI/AAAAAAAADEs/8mLXLPAxyz8/s320/11435_203457711308_569156308_3186965_7591598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128429015452978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the dinner, shorty and me went to get the presents for the game. We were thinking some time and she was like what to get when she don't know who the hell she'll be getting. She said if it was me, she'll surely buy a soft toy which was like my imaginary car. But in the end she bought a cup which was simple and nice so everyone can use it no matter what. And i got a small little pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0IG3myQI/AAAAAAAADFE/uHESFWBBAu0/s1600-h/11435_203457791308_569156308_3186974_873986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0IG3myQI/AAAAAAAADFE/uHESFWBBAu0/s320/11435_203457791308_569156308_3186974_873986_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128447009704194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1pkD6h6I/AAAAAAAADGE/RpgGPb3Dk-0/s1600-h/11435_203458251308_569156308_3187025_3529391_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1pkD6h6I/AAAAAAAADGE/RpgGPb3Dk-0/s320/11435_203458251308_569156308_3187025_3529391_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416130121293268898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1QdhQV-I/AAAAAAAADFU/PCYZ7lsML2g/s1600-h/11435_203458066308_569156308_3187004_1666252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1QdhQV-I/AAAAAAAADFU/PCYZ7lsML2g/s320/11435_203458066308_569156308_3187004_1666252_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416129690040555490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1pRHQq2I/AAAAAAAADF8/RwPJ_H0N1Eo/s1600-h/11435_203458161308_569156308_3187015_4010965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1pRHQq2I/AAAAAAAADF8/RwPJ_H0N1Eo/s320/11435_203458161308_569156308_3187015_4010965_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416130116207029090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now you can see what's so obvious, i need to unlike this pic :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, it's some jinx i think! Lol...just joking! I got Dini, PC got ME! Like seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 3 of us! And when i got my present i was so "excited" since i "din know" what was it right! LOL. I know i was damn sarcastic la and i even forgot to take it back home a few times. hahah! Sorry shorty., will use it to drink my coffee ok :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0HogPigI/AAAAAAAADE8/5mdZyVsaC5Q/s1600-h/11435_203457931308_569156308_3186990_6300920_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0HogPigI/AAAAAAAADE8/5mdZyVsaC5Q/s320/11435_203457931308_569156308_3186990_6300920_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128438858648066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take that my disgusted look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0Ie3cCsI/AAAAAAAADFM/Z_WUlxEIju8/s1600-h/11435_203457936308_569156308_3186991_3219914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn0Ie3cCsI/AAAAAAAADFM/Z_WUlxEIju8/s320/11435_203457936308_569156308_3186991_3219914_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416128453451451074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still love it..i mean have to right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was a great fun. Everyone has their own share of happiness which i am very sure :)&lt;br /&gt;Great food, Great company, great fun. So just live. laugh. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1p_TqfkI/AAAAAAAADGM/r-udfbc1GD4/s1600-h/11435_203458001308_569156308_3186997_403635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Syn1p_TqfkI/AAAAAAAADGM/r-udfbc1GD4/s320/11435_203458001308_569156308_3186997_403635_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416130128607084098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, exams is over so just screw it for now :) And just have all the fun we could as our course don;t really give us much holiday right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i gtg go now ppl, wanna go do some exercise and off to caroling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-2657199121098673754?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2657199121098673754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2657199121098673754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2657199121098673754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2657199121098673754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-here.html' title='Christmas is HERE!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SynzysueXYI/AAAAAAAADEE/TLUX4iJ6VGY/s72-c/11435_203457306308_569156308_3186921_3834015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-8225587593071640407</id><published>2009-12-08T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:32:39.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sx5cCiGzxNI/AAAAAAAADD8/NfgDy-LsBPk/s1600-h/3288_194174035723_703560723_6860139_8068462_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sx5cCiGzxNI/AAAAAAAADD8/NfgDy-LsBPk/s320/3288_194174035723_703560723_6860139_8068462_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412865000730772690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss everything of those days.&lt;br /&gt;The togetherness,&lt;br /&gt;Being so blissful without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at every lame jokes we make,&lt;br /&gt;Trusting and helping one another,&lt;br /&gt;Getting know each one better each hour,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling like we really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;Good times, and that's what i'm missing so much.&lt;br /&gt;When did life became so complicating and stressful.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know yet but life shouldn't suppose to be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish we could rewind time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yea i'm being all EMO again! Tell me about it. When do i ever stop being emo. I think I'm PMS-ing cause of the exams. No. I don't think, It is and must be. All this exam shit is making all of us stress out and wanting to kill ourselves. That's why i'm so emo. That's when i started looking through pictures in Facebook and being all so nostalgic. Already i'm so emo cause of the exams, looking through the pictures made it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know somehow or rather i feel the i had so much more fun back then than now. Not say i'm not having any fun now but it's just different. And i can't really describe how different it is. It's just hard to put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this exam shit is making all of us go out of mind. And while i was sober from facebook and away from my beautiful laptop for 2 days. I trap myself in my room. Tell me if i'm right. When you're enclose in a room all by yourself, you tend to be feeling very depressed the whole time. Seriously, i can't live in my room all day long without human interaction. I seriously will become depressed. I can't even imagine. So like kee hoong being the only child, I feel you and it sucks! Never will i let my child be the only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank GOD, human created MUSIC! It saves souls. I mean literally. Music is like LIFE to me. So NOT overrated ok! If it wasn't it, i probably die in my room right now. So i found out my ex room mate, left her radio behind and so i saw a "light" shining upon it. And so i went forward to tt light and get it where i found dust all over it. I cleaned it like a treasure to me and my room is so much brighter and livelier with it now.  JJ &amp;amp; Ean are so funny. Seriously. I'm listening to everything they were talking on the radio this few days. So the radio literally save my life. Kinda dramatic but still it's all TRUE. The radio is so important to me now. *sniff* I don't know if my ex room mate will be reading this, if she will be, Thanks for the RADIO! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly saying, late last night, i had a terrible nervous breakdown. Seriously...Even if there's music and everything, i just suddenly felt my chest being so heavy. I mean failing your papers and resitting it again isn't an easy feeling at all. I thought it will be all right but tears just fell without hessitation. I don't know what got into me. I just felt like crying out loud. And so i did. By the time, i don't know why, there were like million of things rolling in my mind but one thing specifically i was thinking and made me cry out really loud was my favourite dog, Micky who died last year. I don't know why the hell i suddenly thought of it. I just really miss him so much all of the sudden and so it explains the tears and everything. I was just feeling so emotional. Told ya i am PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just can't be explain. Hence, no point figuring it out why and all. Things just happens. Shit happens too. So not knowing everything isn't a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries. I'm all good now. Going shopping tomorrow with another shorty and getting my new specs. So everything is good for now. Still i have start being emo all over again for AUDIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear AUDIT,&lt;br /&gt;Pls make me love you more and understand you better and then let you go and so i will be able to ditch you off for a moment. I know you'll be back soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall end here now. Time to go have some rest and may be i'll go into my audit for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3522708215671304364-8225587593071640407?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8225587593071640407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=8225587593071640407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8225587593071640407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8225587593071640407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-pms.html' title='MISS PMS'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sx5cCiGzxNI/AAAAAAAADD8/NfgDy-LsBPk/s72-c/3288_194174035723_703560723_6860139_8068462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-8085582505445442817</id><published>2009-11-30T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:21:11.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>I know i know, What am i doing here when i just said that i'm not going to blog anymore before my finals. Ok....I'm just BORED all right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you people out there who is taking ACCA exams just like me, i think either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. You'll be damn nervous, having nervous breakdowns, laughing/talking to yourself in your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. You'll be just demotivated or restless to study anymore till you'll just surf at facebook or guys just play their DOTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm either at A or B. i have certain timing being at A and at times being at B. I'm just so lost. Anyways i'm pretty sure that i'll be at A very soon. ACCA just sucks! They're just like vampires, killing each of us one by one by sucking so much. Omg. I'm damn lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talking about vampires, i'll just continue the topic into the lastest movie, New Moon. Btw...I haven got the chance to watch it but i heard reviews that it's bad but some says it's not too bad. For girls, i think the only attraction of the movie this round is Jacob's awesome body right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a surprise when a boy only 17 years old has such a drooling HOT body right! Well...I'm actually not much of a fanatic fan of him, neither for Edward. But i must agree he has a very HOT body. I don't drool for him like all the girls now. I swear everyone in college, facebook, friends are talking about how hot he is. I mean girls la. If guys, damn gay wei :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find there's so many other guys are hotter than Jacob, he's just the hot topic now. There's like Channing Tatum,  Jensen Ross Ackles from supernatural, Ryan Reynolds, Josh Duhamel, Johnny Depp, Jake Gyllenhaal. Sigh most of them are married guys :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, i think i should stop drooling for hot guys and get back to my books for this instance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you people after my finals! It's gonna be soon! Wish me luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.posh24.com/jake_gyllenhaal"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-8085582505445442817?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8085582505445442817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=8085582505445442817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8085582505445442817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8085582505445442817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-6471284065200182207</id><published>2009-11-24T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:24:56.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Review</title><content type='html'>Reminder to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SELF&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; emoness&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST have full concentration for my finals and then get through everything this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO more lingering around doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO more sleeping long hours anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT from Facebook/ blogging etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging the whole day is an essential thing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO more watching all my favourite series :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days more till  nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what more am i wasting time on blogging...Damn I'm just so restless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELF&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; enlightenment &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is nearing and so my best time of the year is HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress free after the nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with friends, cousins, family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch all the series that i have outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 days till freedom of exams, 21 days for the return of my brother, 30 days till christmas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see my beloved brother soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating christmas with family at Camerons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a family trip very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having caroling again...Yes...the best thing i can do is just SING :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....there seem to be more enlightenment to myself just so i won't be emo over my finals. I'm just comforting my poor soul here :( Damn sad right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...this will be the last post before my exams so i will see you guys then and i'll be back with FULL spirit for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all excited for Christmas? You better watch out cos Santa is coming to twon :) Let's play Secret Santa. I want presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall stop now before anyone start saying i sound like some retarded child here :) I think all of you already think i am right now... Ok bye world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-6471284065200182207?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6471284065200182207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=6471284065200182207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6471284065200182207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6471284065200182207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-review-audit-again-wtf-lol.html' title='Self Review'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7492638394744511418</id><published>2009-11-17T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:54:33.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awesome last teen of a fun size :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;: Super LONG post for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey World! I'm finally 19 :) Though i may be fun size ( not SHORT!)  who might be mistaken to be only 6 or 7 of age, but hell yeah I'm 19 already! Oh well...My last teen was really awesome with all my cool &amp;amp; awesome friends! I'm not lying, they're all A-W-E-S-O-M-E! ( don't get jealous la PC, you're still the the awesome of awesome ok! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the day before I went for class and back to my hostel and in the night Pauline asked me out to accompany her to snowflakes. So nothing really special. Krystal said she was holidaying in Bali and so i had to wait for her to come back to celebrate with her. Sigh...what kind of bestie right! But the story is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, the first to called was awesome again :) You damn awesome right! Then was Huixin who called and talked for quite a bit. By then messages were coming in. I got Pauline's message 1st. Then, Dini Wg, Sufy, &amp;amp; Kui San's messages came in all at once. Such a coincedence! What you guys doing la! lol.. While then, Krystal msg me, i was kinda touch la since she said she was in "Bali" right! And Kelly Tan, Jonathan, Kelly Ho, Elaine, Desmond, Vivian, Christopher, etc...messaged but i slept like after replying Elaine i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the funny thing is Sufy's message was amusing as he made a point to test if i'm smart enough to scroll down his msg where he started off with his lame stuff 1st and at the end he wrote the wishes. And yea he got me! I din scroll it down :( And my no.1, he msg me saying Some ppl get taller on their birthdays and everyone gets older. So i have no choice but to get older! I get it ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning my Birthday, i actually wanted to skip my class but feeling guilty for not going, i dragged my heavy body to class. I was late so din bother to wear my contacts and just clipped my hair to class. I thought i was gonna go back to my hostel straight after class. As a  matter of fact, my idea was crushed when Ivan pulled me to the foyer for some reason. And yea i knew tt they were gonna do something by then in my heart. I went to the toilet, after i came out, never knew i tt so many of them were there singing with a cake and 2 balloons! You know it's in foyer, where so many ppl hangs out and i was embarrassed but still happy la! They wanted to surprised me in class but lucky thing they did not, if not i'm gonna be so damn shy wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so shy cos i was wearing my ugly-nerdy glasses and yesh i kinda hate it and it was my bad hair day. I din wanna take pictures but still had to. So wearing the ugly-nerdy glasses of mine, pinned up fringe, holding the dini and pc( angel &amp;amp; demon) balloons,  jessica's home made butter cake, &amp;amp; everyone's singing to the Birthday song. It felt good cause it's with all your friends that you much love. I remember Sufy was damn semangat wei. Singing damn freaking loud. Thanks la! So excited huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfDO9nnuI/AAAAAAAAC90/UmDdb-zuSCE/s1600/11143_174725749261_565704261_2976776_2289843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfDO9nnuI/AAAAAAAAC90/UmDdb-zuSCE/s320/11143_174725749261_565704261_2976776_2289843_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705536982097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfEL8AssI/AAAAAAAAC-M/dMf3kYy41aQ/s1600/16137_196260785745_647235745_3913629_7509649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfEL8AssI/AAAAAAAAC-M/dMf3kYy41aQ/s320/16137_196260785745_647235745_3913629_7509649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705553349915330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFgAKAvROI/AAAAAAAAC-k/dldACzRCok8/s1600/11143_174730649261_565704261_2976791_3162302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFgAKAvROI/AAAAAAAAC-k/dldACzRCok8/s320/11143_174730649261_565704261_2976791_3162302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404706583625024738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfD86m-6I/AAAAAAAAC-E/JGdFfjoSfns/s1600/11143_174735669261_565704261_2976817_5189744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfD86m-6I/AAAAAAAAC-E/JGdFfjoSfns/s320/11143_174735669261_565704261_2976817_5189744_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705549317503906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfDUi4TdI/AAAAAAAAC98/DjXIrxQn6no/s1600/11143_174730634261_565704261_2976789_1592857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfDUi4TdI/AAAAAAAAC98/DjXIrxQn6no/s320/11143_174730634261_565704261_2976789_1592857_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404705538480557522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFgAg_zFtI/AAAAAAAAC-0/pEP-Iu33YV4/s1600/11143_174735629261_565704261_2976810_6343121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFgAg_zFtI/AAAAAAAAC-0/pEP-Iu33YV4/s320/11143_174735629261_565704261_2976810_6343121_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404706589795096274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFgAdjhAGI/AAAAAAAAC-s/ZUZW9pHdaOY/s1600/11143_174735654261_565704261_2976815_3573213_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFgAdjhAGI/AAAAAAAAC-s/ZUZW9pHdaOY/s320/11143_174735654261_565704261_2976815_3573213_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404706588871164002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFf_9nSHkI/AAAAAAAAC-c/PeWHsfPXEHo/s1600/16137_196260925745_647235745_3913646_5997635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFf_9nSHkI/AAAAAAAAC-c/PeWHsfPXEHo/s320/16137_196260925745_647235745_3913646_5997635_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404706580297031234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did all this just so to make me feel there ain;t gonna be a surprise at night anymore for me. Gosh..they really did too much! It was suppose to be pc, dini, and me for the night only. We went to our famous Medan for lunch and seriously Jessica's cake was really good :) And Elaine and Des said they're not coming for the party at night as Des has class. So yesh i believed them. You know Elaine has a ability to make us believe her so easily :) Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all tt, i went back to my hostel to get my rest and prepare for the girls to come over to shower. And tt was the day when i talked to my room mate the longest wei! Like 2 hours man! Fyi...she's leving this thurs for good! Haha! See good timing right :) Btw..after talking to her, i went to shower and by then i can sense with my six sense tt they were here already. So i dressed up and there were them in there the second time without me welcoming them! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was so suprised once again what was on my bed! Now Don't get the wrong idea of anything. No stripper anything for me this year! Quite dissappointed ok :) Anyways there was this board and there were pictures of me and mostly dini and pc! Aww...how sweet of them right! *heart melts* They spent their time in McD the day before to do this! I am seriously so touched for all this! You have no idea. Btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFwHa7sXKI/AAAAAAAAC-8/9CDkS5x5vnc/s1600/11238_339049870723_703560723_9865675_8099571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFwHa7sXKI/AAAAAAAAC-8/9CDkS5x5vnc/s320/11238_339049870723_703560723_9865675_8099571_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404724300612394146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFwHhLnB4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/rlbjGb09JEM/s1600/11238_339049875723_703560723_9865676_8378262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFwHhLnB4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/rlbjGb09JEM/s320/11238_339049875723_703560723_9865676_8378262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404724302289766274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFwIFvYvEI/AAAAAAAAC_U/sVdnAdGDYwg/s1600/16137_196260975745_647235745_3913653_6266842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFwIFvYvEI/AAAAAAAAC_U/sVdnAdGDYwg/s320/16137_196260975745_647235745_3913653_6266842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404724312103500866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;We girls got ready and then what else Camwhore la! We camwhored in my room like nobody's business. Not surprised. You know right how it feels all you ppl out there! I guess all of you do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxsau198I/AAAAAAAAC_c/MwY9qfHymOw/s1600/16137_196261000745_647235745_3913656_655842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxsau198I/AAAAAAAAC_c/MwY9qfHymOw/s320/16137_196261000745_647235745_3913656_655842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405077879446173634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxsu7BQBI/AAAAAAAAC_k/VCnsW2E_Ytg/s1600/16137_196261020745_647235745_3913659_1174192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxsu7BQBI/AAAAAAAAC_k/VCnsW2E_Ytg/s320/16137_196261020745_647235745_3913659_1174192_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405077884865953810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxswtdCtI/AAAAAAAAC_s/Avz3uMhuiEY/s1600/16137_196261100745_647235745_3913671_831987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxswtdCtI/AAAAAAAAC_s/Avz3uMhuiEY/s320/16137_196261100745_647235745_3913671_831987_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405077885345925842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxtKw7paI/AAAAAAAAC_0/tmlR0ho7YBI/s1600/16137_196261070745_647235745_3913667_2845058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxtKw7paI/AAAAAAAAC_0/tmlR0ho7YBI/s320/16137_196261070745_647235745_3913667_2845058_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405077892339836322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxtQM_pAI/AAAAAAAAC_8/mnXOoUb5Zjs/s1600/16137_196261065745_647235745_3913666_3805901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKxtQM_pAI/AAAAAAAAC_8/mnXOoUb5Zjs/s320/16137_196261065745_647235745_3913666_3805901_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405077893799715842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Hence, off to a destination which is not told. Surprisingly, on my birthday it din rain at all! Btw...while we were in the car, PC actually purposely msg me to say the surprise is after the dinner. I was like reading the msg as if i din see it and kept quiet. The place we went for dinner is called treehouse bistro near OU. I went up to the elevator and was shocked to see so many people once again! I mean i expected people being there but not so many. I was just speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy3ibAsPI/AAAAAAAADAE/h_AiX0dAado/s1600/16748_175759201308_569156308_3001747_3724425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy3ibAsPI/AAAAAAAADAE/h_AiX0dAado/s320/16748_175759201308_569156308_3001747_3724425_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405079170000662770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy4joaLUI/AAAAAAAADAk/DzQZ-0skRMs/s1600/16748_175761921308_569156308_3001774_3317587_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy4joaLUI/AAAAAAAADAk/DzQZ-0skRMs/s320/16748_175761921308_569156308_3001774_3317587_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405079187505163586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy4S3RbZI/AAAAAAAADAc/RoNK5B379Ks/s1600/16748_175761956308_569156308_3001779_5520110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy4S3RbZI/AAAAAAAADAc/RoNK5B379Ks/s320/16748_175761956308_569156308_3001779_5520110_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405079183004102034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy4HLLNLI/AAAAAAAADAU/lOMQmIteLDU/s1600/16748_176053636308_569156308_3003704_1941116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy4HLLNLI/AAAAAAAADAU/lOMQmIteLDU/s320/16748_176053636308_569156308_3003704_1941116_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405079179866354866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy35K0OtI/AAAAAAAADAM/bhXyC_mYSEM/s1600/16748_175761891308_569156308_3001768_8126528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKy35K0OtI/AAAAAAAADAM/bhXyC_mYSEM/s320/16748_175761891308_569156308_3001768_8126528_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405079176106752722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Another cake came out and me wishing again! When i turned my back, guess who i saw! Krystal and Pauline! Ya right she went to her Bali trip. But i was happy to see them no matter what :) I went around thanking everyone cos i was so surprised to see everyone. I never knew you guys would turn up. Elaine and Des of cos turned up in the end :) Slowly, no.1 came, best friend, thira, ben, buddy jieyan, sean tan and all came along. I am really thankful for everyone who came! It's seriously so nice of all of ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1fqldLwI/AAAAAAAADCc/Kpsk0CtjLQw/s1600/11464_176840311308_569156308_3008895_4080485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1fqldLwI/AAAAAAAADCc/Kpsk0CtjLQw/s320/11464_176840311308_569156308_3008895_4080485_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405082058409979650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1fTKeEhI/AAAAAAAADCU/L3kHs2BnS3A/s1600/11464_176840296308_569156308_3008893_7084342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1fTKeEhI/AAAAAAAADCU/L3kHs2BnS3A/s320/11464_176840296308_569156308_3008893_7084342_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405082052122776082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1eh82QvI/AAAAAAAADCM/S-9IPrbI0PQ/s1600/11464_176803226308_569156308_3008663_7651668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1eh82QvI/AAAAAAAADCM/S-9IPrbI0PQ/s320/11464_176803226308_569156308_3008663_7651668_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405082038912303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1eXYxaVI/AAAAAAAADCE/l3_aiY2M9Rc/s1600/11464_176803211308_569156308_3008661_6870292_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1eXYxaVI/AAAAAAAADCE/l3_aiY2M9Rc/s320/11464_176803211308_569156308_3008661_6870292_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405082036076636498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1d5HoXNI/AAAAAAAADB8/C4Xciwrgw8I/s1600/11464_176803196308_569156308_3008660_8327839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK1d5HoXNI/AAAAAAAADB8/C4Xciwrgw8I/s320/11464_176803196308_569156308_3008660_8327839_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405082027951676626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2Xx4RMkI/AAAAAAAADCk/kG2dDMQHgmI/s1600/11464_176840301308_569156308_3008894_8325101_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2Xx4RMkI/AAAAAAAADCk/kG2dDMQHgmI/s320/11464_176840301308_569156308_3008894_8325101_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083022440608322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2YKJ8GtI/AAAAAAAADC0/1kWIowBOflY/s1600/11464_176840286308_569156308_3008891_2817785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2YKJ8GtI/AAAAAAAADC0/1kWIowBOflY/s320/11464_176840286308_569156308_3008891_2817785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083028957174482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2X9EeKLI/AAAAAAAADCs/p0jN1zse5g0/s1600/11464_176840416308_569156308_3008911_3254704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2X9EeKLI/AAAAAAAADCs/p0jN1zse5g0/s320/11464_176840416308_569156308_3008911_3254704_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083025444579506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3F-9GNFI/AAAAAAAADDc/k3WRW-cHsn4/s1600/11464_178168391308_569156308_3022483_7048265_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3F-9GNFI/AAAAAAAADDc/k3WRW-cHsn4/s320/11464_178168391308_569156308_3022483_7048265_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083816224502866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;It was supposedly Jere's surprise party too as we din get to celebrate with him too. His one was before mine and so Elaine (his gf) had the hard time to drag him to go and in the end i can totally see he was surprised! I mean he's touched too of cos just like me :) Another birthday song and cake sang out again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the surprise, there goes the time of talking, crapping, camwhoring, and eating! There are too many pics! Thanks Kelly Ho for uploading. I know it's a hard time to upload all of it and it's annoying sometimes but still Thanks abundant ok :) Of cos...Jett Kyii for tagging all of us as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKzfZmiPiI/AAAAAAAADBM/CyYf3DcMVqs/s1600/16748_176053671308_569156308_3003710_6487168_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKzfZmiPiI/AAAAAAAADBM/CyYf3DcMVqs/s320/16748_176053671308_569156308_3003710_6487168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405079854827847202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwKzfMw8eeI/AAAAAAAADBE/B_xVPzB3nww/s1600/16748_176053696308_569156308_3003713_6697135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK0ygqQo8I/AAAAAAAADBU/XV_qFPTWBfg/s320/16748_176053716308_569156308_3003716_4498746_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405081282651661250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2YiP0h2I/AAAAAAAADDE/953ixDmsGiA/s1600/11464_178162036308_569156308_3022452_5874161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2YiP0h2I/AAAAAAAADDE/953ixDmsGiA/s320/11464_178162036308_569156308_3022452_5874161_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083035424294754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2YbTE6EI/AAAAAAAADC8/aWFmzWKm6Y4/s1600/11464_176803276308_569156308_3008669_919789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK2YbTE6EI/AAAAAAAADC8/aWFmzWKm6Y4/s320/11464_176803276308_569156308_3008669_919789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083033558902850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3Fu5FewI/AAAAAAAADDU/SL3BccBWe9I/s1600/11464_178162001308_569156308_3022447_3822367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3Fu5FewI/AAAAAAAADDU/SL3BccBWe9I/s320/11464_178162001308_569156308_3022447_3822367_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083811912710914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3Fd4SI1I/AAAAAAAADDM/34CYDKmTorQ/s1600/11464_178168361308_569156308_3022478_6290130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3Fd4SI1I/AAAAAAAADDM/34CYDKmTorQ/s320/11464_178168361308_569156308_3022478_6290130_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083807345943378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Oh ya...my friends gave me a perfect surprise party and of cos presents ! I got a necklace i always wanted from them and it's just beautiful :) I also got a tee from my no.1 saying I park like an idiot! Wow...Thanks! A roxy purse from Krystal and all! Of course a card from my awesome friend. I went home reading it and i was laughing and yet feeling so touched =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3GAX8GJI/AAAAAAAADDk/E3n3WA3zQd4/s1600/11143_174762559261_565704261_2977169_8057653_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwK3GAX8GJI/AAAAAAAADDk/E3n3WA3zQd4/s320/11143_174762559261_565704261_2977169_8057653_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083816605522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I don't know how much I need to thank you guys. I know I've been like the planner for Birthdays for this whole year for everyone but it's kinda awkward when it comes to you being surprised. May be it's been always for others and now it's comes to me, I'm not used to it. No doubt, I will be planning once again for birthdays next year but till 21 the most la. By then should change the usual plan and it's time for the birthday person doing all the job of belanja-ing! *hint* *hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna say is how much i love you guys out there for making time and effort for doing all this for me. Especially, Dini, PC &amp;amp; Kelly Ho all right! I love ya guys so so much! It's coming from my true heart :) I had so much fun and love from all of you. I am glad to have known all of you. Thanks for those who came that night once again! And those who text me and wrote on my wall in fb or called me :) I appreciate all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been an awesome 19th birthday. It's one of my best day again. You people just know how to make my day do you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the longest post for me so i gotta stop right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and kisses* &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/3522708215671304364-7492638394744511418?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7492638394744511418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7492638394744511418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7492638394744511418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7492638394744511418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/aesome-last-teen-of-fun-size.html' title='The Awesome last teen of a fun size :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SwFfDO9nnuI/AAAAAAAAC90/UmDdb-zuSCE/s72-c/11143_174725749261_565704261_2976776_2289843_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-1760798217065241215</id><published>2009-11-08T18:15:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:11:35.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva_YL5lTiI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aTNe6eJ0ZIM/s1600-h/11067_164205512433_548487433_2763518_1805500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva_YL5lTiI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aTNe6eJ0ZIM/s320/11067_164205512433_548487433_2763518_1805500_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401715225309564450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend is someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvbDVlk0UCI/AAAAAAAAC9s/yv8sg0FouPE/s1600-h/15854_1255123891083_1019159539_816486_6382482_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvbDVlk0UCI/AAAAAAAAC9s/yv8sg0FouPE/s320/15854_1255123891083_1019159539_816486_6382482_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401719578708693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They go through life and death situation with you. *hint*&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9dqkdOBI/AAAAAAAAC9M/KnhmBN7s-Uo/s1600-h/11067_164202092433_548487433_2763502_4459177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9dqkdOBI/AAAAAAAAC9M/KnhmBN7s-Uo/s320/11067_164202092433_548487433_2763502_4459177_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401713120418543634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We believe and share our times together.&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/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva0xlLAppI/AAAAAAAAC8U/WlDcB7rxdf0/s1600-h/11067_164202117433_548487433_2763505_4876741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva0xlLAppI/AAAAAAAAC8U/WlDcB7rxdf0/s320/11067_164202117433_548487433_2763505_4876741_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401703566962370194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We laugh hysterically together over gossiping of everything :)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvadNNpH9iI/AAAAAAAAC8E/bb0ThQXXrjA/s1600-h/13934_160140752433_548487433_2718790_7646359_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvadNNpH9iI/AAAAAAAAC8E/bb0ThQXXrjA/s320/13934_160140752433_548487433_2718790_7646359_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401677653403498018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They will be there to...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva7_XvyzII/AAAAAAAAC80/PusO-mozbWY/s1600-h/15854_1255125411121_1019159539_816523_8205164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva7_XvyzII/AAAAAAAAC80/PusO-mozbWY/s320/15854_1255125411121_1019159539_816523_8205164_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401711500458118274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; capture your so called "emo" moments. lol! wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvabAkrPRGI/AAAAAAAAC6M/np71862NzSc/s1600-h/11036_1179539328978_1242992122_30542894_14630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvabAkrPRGI/AAAAAAAAC6M/np71862NzSc/s320/11036_1179539328978_1242992122_30542894_14630_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401675237224825954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You will never&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Svac3dNZhsI/AAAAAAAAC7c/58Vl8x_uaeE/s1600-h/15854_1255124451097_1019159539_816500_2073377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Svac3dNZhsI/AAAAAAAAC7c/58Vl8x_uaeE/s320/15854_1255124451097_1019159539_816500_2073377_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401677279625053890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feel shy in front of the camera with them!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvabAVmSOHI/AAAAAAAAC6E/iI5Yk7XvZSg/s1600-h/11036_1179539128973_1242992122_30542889_2052597_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvabAVmSOHI/AAAAAAAAC6E/iI5Yk7XvZSg/s320/11036_1179539128973_1242992122_30542889_2052597_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401675233177516146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They wouldn't mind if you act silly in front with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvackAXnwoI/AAAAAAAAC6k/ctAMsqvD7uI/s1600-h/15854_1255123651077_1019159539_816480_7998205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvackAXnwoI/AAAAAAAAC6k/ctAMsqvD7uI/s320/15854_1255123651077_1019159539_816480_7998205_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401676945465787010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because they might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Svack78dAfI/AAAAAAAAC60/syWei48PUvc/s1600-h/15854_1255123691078_1019159539_816481_806481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Svack78dAfI/AAAAAAAAC60/syWei48PUvc/s320/15854_1255123691078_1019159539_816481_806481_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401676961457963506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be just as silly as you :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Svaal9nEqbI/AAAAAAAAC5k/S3RnlJnaCk8/s1600-h/15854_1255124011086_1019159539_816489_4432989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Svaal9nEqbI/AAAAAAAAC5k/S3RnlJnaCk8/s320/15854_1255124011086_1019159539_816489_4432989_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401674780061772210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You feel comfortable whenever you're with them...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva50dPjZ-I/AAAAAAAAC8c/5UI_qvCdL4s/s1600-h/15854_1255124811106_1019159539_816509_4506535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva50dPjZ-I/AAAAAAAAC8c/5UI_qvCdL4s/s320/15854_1255124811106_1019159539_816509_4506535_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401709113931687906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We somehow or rather&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvadMpdC1UI/AAAAAAAAC7s/zRztaw9xII8/s1600-h/11067_164205502433_548487433_2763516_6670794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvadMpdC1UI/AAAAAAAAC7s/zRztaw9xII8/s320/11067_164205502433_548487433_2763516_6670794_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401677643689153858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will eventually&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva7td8T7VI/AAAAAAAAC8k/73yhfJEuWnQ/s1600-h/15854_1255124051087_1019159539_816490_6332280_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva7td8T7VI/AAAAAAAAC8k/73yhfJEuWnQ/s320/15854_1255124051087_1019159539_816490_6332280_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401711192883588434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no matter what,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva7thiOQvI/AAAAAAAAC8s/fnydyNLZtjw/s1600-h/15854_1255125771130_1019159539_816532_4159097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva7thiOQvI/AAAAAAAAC8s/fnydyNLZtjw/s320/15854_1255125771130_1019159539_816532_4159097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401711193847907058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; show our true self&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvadZUjGPBI/AAAAAAAAC8M/0whOicSCL8k/s1600-h/15854_1255125211116_1019159539_816518_1467900_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvadZUjGPBI/AAAAAAAAC8M/0whOicSCL8k/s320/15854_1255125211116_1019159539_816518_1467900_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401677861415697426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in front of each other without hessitation (:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9dB06PxI/AAAAAAAAC88/43pRzy2sRHU/s1600-h/15854_1255123611076_1019159539_816479_1422939_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9dB06PxI/AAAAAAAAC88/43pRzy2sRHU/s320/15854_1255123611076_1019159539_816479_1422939_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401713109481701138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bright smiles will be on our faces when we meet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9eIiRRaI/AAAAAAAAC9c/hFbP4N_hjYQ/s1600-h/11036_1179538768964_1242992122_30542880_7030376_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9eIiRRaI/AAAAAAAAC9c/hFbP4N_hjYQ/s320/11036_1179538768964_1242992122_30542880_7030376_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401713128462435746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We seize our time by hanging out with each other&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9d95jZ2I/AAAAAAAAC9U/nUMnNJdLrGE/s1600-h/13934_160140792433_548487433_2718793_5305381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9d95jZ2I/AAAAAAAAC9U/nUMnNJdLrGE/s320/13934_160140792433_548487433_2718793_5305381_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401713125607303010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And capturing every precious moment as memories!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9daflT7I/AAAAAAAAC9E/SIG-OsJ7IWE/s1600-h/15854_1255123571075_1019159539_816478_3217021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva9daflT7I/AAAAAAAAC9E/SIG-OsJ7IWE/s320/15854_1255123571075_1019159539_816478_3217021_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401713116103135154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why we're all friends for whatever it takes and through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;We'll be friends forever =) *loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.10.09&lt;br /&gt;1.11.09&lt;br /&gt;It's good to meet up with old friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are born, not made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3522708215671304364-1760798217065241215?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1760798217065241215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=1760798217065241215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1760798217065241215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1760798217065241215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-this-is-it.html' title='So this is it'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sva_YL5lTiI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aTNe6eJ0ZIM/s72-c/11067_164205512433_548487433_2763518_1805500_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-6161744551873749795</id><published>2009-11-07T09:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:55:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvTTP4410RI/AAAAAAAAC5E/_1-cUp0yuKo/s1600-h/242514925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvTTP4410RI/AAAAAAAAC5E/_1-cUp0yuKo/s320/242514925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401174123046359314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I believe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for still letting me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still hope for everything tt has happened to me&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/3522708215671304364-6161744551873749795?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6161744551873749795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=6161744551873749795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6161744551873749795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/6161744551873749795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-still-believe.html' title='I still believe'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvTTP4410RI/AAAAAAAAC5E/_1-cUp0yuKo/s72-c/242514925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4971622642337952642</id><published>2009-11-05T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:15:15.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed!</title><content type='html'>Life is complicating. It always is. My 19 years of life has been great, but seriously it has not been an easy year for me this year. I have to say it's the worse of worse. 2009 marks the worse year of my life. I don't know what's happening to me lately. Nothing's going right for me. I mean everything! So FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the news of failing of my papers and then nothing were going right. So, i failed my paper and it's been one of my darkest moment already. I was seriously down and believe me it wasn't easy for me at all. So thanks to everyone i love, i got back on my feet and i was ready to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, i was fine and getting back to my usual self. Then comes trouble once again when I went hiking with my friends without my parent's blessings. I thought it was not gonna be so bad, just may be a little nagging. But it was seriously bad. They threatened me to go back to JB and take my course and not giving me allowance as my dad thinks tt i choose friends more than family. So basically i was so devastated once again after all my dad's lecturing and scolding. Seriously, when my dad's angry, he's one scary person :/ *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought everything will be all right. Exams are coming soon and so i was studying really hard. And my birthday is nearing. Hence, everything feels right until TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how the hell my wallet got lost. I couldn't find it anywhere. Like wtf! I search every possible area i have been and none and be found. I was freaking dripping cold sweat. I don't want my dad giving me another hell! Till now...no news tt it's found. I am really praying hard tt it'll be found. I mean how can all of this nightmare happen to me! And all so recent. My wallet has a sum of money and let's just skip the money part, all my documentation is in there and i have to do it all over! It's gonna be troublesome and Urghhh!!!! I don't really intend to tell my parents bout it. If i can do it all by myself, i'll do it. I can't put myself at stake again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after telling you all this, you might be mocking, teasing, sad or happy or whatever you might be feeling for me. I am depressed here! I mean all this while i have been a happy girl with so much love and support and kinda everything in my life and ALL THIS crush me down in one freaking year. SO FML for now! I dunno whoever or whatever is cursing me! May be it's karma too. I know karma is a BITCH! Pls just let me go. What have i done to deserve all this! Just praying hard everything will be better after all this stormy days of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i am pissed about everything now. Pissed about me and everything around me. I mean why must this happen to me right! I don't deserve all this. I'm not a perfect nor a obedient child i may say but not to the extent to be a black sheep of my family or friends. So i really think i don't deserve all this. It's isn't fair for me. This jinx is just killing me slowly and it's torturing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always comfort myself, saying everything will be better after this. But it doesn't seem this way. They say every cloud has a silver lining. I say bullshit for it now. I don't feel any of it now. Bear with me, i'm just so pissed! Just pissed at myself for sucking so badly at everything. I just hope and pray everything will be better as i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be better for sure. Don't worry. I still believe in my GOD has his plans for all of us even if it's good or bad and that everything happens for a reason and everything will be solved when the times right. I'm sure everyone has their bad times so here's mine. I will not cry as i've done too much crying this year and i hate myself crying. So it's enough! I will be strong. One day you'll see everything will be fine and i'll learn all this as a lesson from GOD and a better ME will appear. Just one fine day. We'll all see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo even if i'm pissed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-4971622642337952642?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4971622642337952642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4971622642337952642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4971622642337952642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4971622642337952642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-its-karma.html' title='Cursed!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-1651130571255110524</id><published>2009-11-04T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:31:42.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvDWmS6s8xI/AAAAAAAAC4s/46FR8aXQvAU/s1600-h/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvDWmS6s8xI/AAAAAAAAC4s/46FR8aXQvAU/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400051906618651410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 2nd of November, it was my mummy's birthday and my dad had given my mum a vacation to Macau as a gift for her birthday :) Therefore, i was kinda home alone for like 3 to 4 days! And it was so awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my mum came back on her birthday and i was planned to bake her a cake or cupcake something for her birthday. So in the end i baked a chocolate cake. Awesome am i :) But i just bought a premix and it was freaking easy. It's still can be eaten ok...Don't worry. PC ate so much when she was in my hostel wei :) I'm so proud of myself *pats head*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvDWlWuIClI/AAAAAAAAC4c/MrhNMsAv4aQ/s1600-h/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvDWlWuIClI/AAAAAAAAC4c/MrhNMsAv4aQ/s320/IMG_2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400051890459773522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvDWl-raVsI/AAAAAAAAC4k/vNnfaCGWxS8/s1600-h/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvDWl-raVsI/AAAAAAAAC4k/vNnfaCGWxS8/s320/IMG_2812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400051901185808066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was home alone, and the cars are not in use in my house, and the car keys are at my house, so what do you think i will do? Well...whatever you're thinking in your head, i think you're right! I drove my mum's car when they told me not to and i am telling you it was literally awesome! Eh...it's a BIG deal for me to drive if you guys know me well ok :) Again...I'm so proud of myself *pats head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, i drove to buy breakfast just up my house. Damn near my house only. it's just i was so lazy to walk and i just drove. The second i went to yum cha with my friends but i asked Krystal to sit beside me when i'm driving. When i was at the main road, i got honk so much wei! And a few times i was gonna kiss the car beside. My gosh, it was scary but well i was kinda lucky :) But krystal wa freaking scared, She was actually on the phone and when i was so bad at driving, she just end the call straightaway. Thanks girl, your life was at stake but hey i still manage to drive safely back and forth the destination =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days in JB was kinda good. I went out a lot with friends and met up with a few of close friends. I'm just elated. And i went to graveyard to pay a visit of my ancestors and my deceased grandparents. Eh...people, JB is seriously not tt bad. We have so many places to yum cha and the ambience is so good! So don't discriminate my lovely town :) I will upload some photos soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back in KL now, and have to hard core studying now! I have to pass this round and get rid of this papers or else something real bad gonna happen to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then xoxo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-1651130571255110524?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1651130571255110524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=1651130571255110524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1651130571255110524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1651130571255110524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SvDWmS6s8xI/AAAAAAAAC4s/46FR8aXQvAU/s72-c/IMG_2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4191064252164684594</id><published>2009-10-28T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:50:27.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuhoM-c69TI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Lck4Ko801MA/s1600-h/AA_29_updtd_by_scarabuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuhoM-c69TI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Lck4Ko801MA/s320/AA_29_updtd_by_scarabuss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397678725535561010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said – “You can have anything in life if you’re willing to sacrifice everything else for it.” What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you’re willing to lose. Too often going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right. And letting someone in means abandoning the walls you’ve spent a lifetime building. Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don’t see coming. When we don’t have time to come up with a strategy to pick sides….or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that’s when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through life like bulls in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there. Doing damage to ourselves, to other people. The problem is trying to figure out how to control the damage we've done, or that's been done to us. Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. Sometimes we think we can fix the damage. And sometimes the damage is something we can't even see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all damaged, it seems. Some of us, more than others. We carry the damage with us from childhood, then as grownups, we give as good as we get. Ultimately, we all do damage. And then, we set about the business of fixing whatever we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-4191064252164684594?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4191064252164684594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4191064252164684594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4191064252164684594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4191064252164684594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/damages.html' title='Damages'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuhoM-c69TI/AAAAAAAAC4U/Lck4Ko801MA/s72-c/AA_29_updtd_by_scarabuss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4269959468075434003</id><published>2009-10-26T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:00:21.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd and last for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPDkO3UOI/AAAAAAAAC4M/7ezHWnQYsBE/s1600-h/7417_162641529261_565704261_2863086_2557902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPDkO3UOI/AAAAAAAAC4M/7ezHWnQYsBE/s320/7417_162641529261_565704261_2863086_2557902_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877019901808866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPDRtRSgI/AAAAAAAAC4E/GSF6pCa0Gas/s1600-h/7417_162641524261_565704261_2863085_3585174_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPDRtRSgI/AAAAAAAAC4E/GSF6pCa0Gas/s320/7417_162641524261_565704261_2863085_3585174_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877014929066498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPC6i3kgI/AAAAAAAAC38/hrOaWOeGINo/s1600-h/7417_162641519261_565704261_2863084_7238665_n.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPC6i3kgI/AAAAAAAAC38/hrOaWOeGINo/s320/7417_162641519261_565704261_2863084_7238665_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396877008711422466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPCSrPSJI/AAAAAAAAC3s/0xuw7v3oOv0/s1600-h/7417_162636684261_565704261_2863068_5783573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPCSrPSJI/AAAAAAAAC3s/0xuw7v3oOv0/s320/7417_162636684261_565704261_2863068_5783573_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396876998009112722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I just went hiking Gunung Nuang which mark my 3rd time this year round. Amazing but true. I guess I'm really in love with hiking. Though it may be tiring but i feel real good when i come close to nature :) What can i say, I'm a nature lover here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, basically i wasn't allowed to go by my parents. But the rebel me, I just went ahead without their blessings. I just felt bad not going as I asked Kelly ho to join and in the end i can't go. This will be so unfair to her. But if i went, I'll get screwed by my parents. So i really din know what to do and what choice to make at tt time. I was so lost as my parents sounded really serious and my couscious will kill me if i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry if you guys were annoyed by me who kinda wanna change the plan and being so emo at the camp site. It's just tt i feel so bad going without my parent's blessings. I seriously was so scared till i broke into tears. So yea, I'm really sorry if you din get what i was doing and saying. Just try putting in my shoes. I wouldn't have be like tt if my parents allowed. I will be damn hyper as usual :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still i had fun with you guys. It was not as tiring but still it was all right. And you guys din get to go to the peak, it's ok there's another time. And it was seriously dangerous and i wouldn't want anyone getting hurt. So just go next time when it's a sunny season :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my mum called when i was hiking down and luckily there was line already. And i din tell her i went hiking but said i was out. But i kinda feel she knows, just don wanna bring it up. Thank GOD! I hope they won't bring it up ever! It's gonna make me emo again! And i was so urgent to pee so i hike down alone so i walked faster to reach the toilet. It sucks to have to hold ur urgent pee and worsen everything i was having the girl's monthly problem! So it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything was good till i saw the ice-cream man and release my high tight. The ice-cream did make my day :) And after tt went for KFC, i wonder is it useless after hiking so much and eating tt much! Sigh..don care la! Food obviously just make me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm aiming for Gunung Kinabalu next. I really wanna go there and experience how tough is it! Who's up for it? I'm so going if my parents allows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, loving hiking now! And let's plan for Gunung KK next pls :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-4269959468075434003?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4269959468075434003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4269959468075434003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4269959468075434003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4269959468075434003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/3rd-and-last-for-now.html' title='The 3rd and last for now'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SuWPDkO3UOI/AAAAAAAAC4M/7ezHWnQYsBE/s72-c/7417_162641529261_565704261_2863086_2557902_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-5962216024608901499</id><published>2009-10-22T04:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:20:01.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/St99M7s4bTI/AAAAAAAAC3c/J-2DfStdkxE/s1600-h/grown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/St99M7s4bTI/AAAAAAAAC3c/J-2DfStdkxE/s320/grown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395168539750985010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; things you might need to know about me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might be vertically deprive but hey don't think i may be soft in voice. I am loud everywhere i go and feel free to be embarrassed by me :) And I believe in karma. And karma is a bitch most the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;2. I may sometimes act immature but still at times i love being like a mother among friends and try looking after them which i failed almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bcos&lt;/span&gt; I'm the youngest in my family and everyone just treat me like a baby so i kinda wanna know how it feels like taking care after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; and being independent than being taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dream of marrying a hot white guy at some beach or garden and the song "Iris" by the goo goo dolls MUST be played on the day and i will dance along with my future husband to be and we will have some awesome mix looking son and daughter. Yea i dream far and kinda really impossible to reach right! I believe in fate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love outdoor activities but i don't look like one who loves it. I am not some spoilt brat who can't stand a little of sun and dirt or scream over everything. I really can't stand this kind of girls or even worse guys. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I have mood swings. Not so bad but i do have mood swings. Sometimes i will just become really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; cos I think I need some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; times  even when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; at all. We can't be happy and hyper all the time right! Russell Peters will be my best medicine to my sadness almost all the time :) Take it and go~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can be said to be a 2 face person. Don't be mistaken. I am not what you may be thinking me of like a back stab bitch or whatever. I just may be the noisiest girl in my group of friends but when it comes to mixing with either my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sis's&lt;/span&gt;, cousin's, or church's group of friends i may end up being the quietest girl among all. I just somehow just being a different person. I have no idea why too :/ I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; weird :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I just can't resist food, all kinds of food and that is why my diet plan will never work. Sadly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not much of a choosy eater.  Trust me, diet plans never work on me. I know you guys trust me on this for sure. Quite sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. From young, I don't know why I'm always really reserve with talking with all the guys. I just don't really feel comfortable with guys. Hence, the reason why i kinda have not many guy friends. But now...i might have change but still sometimes i just still don't feel comfortable with guys. May be they just creeps me out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm curious of loads of stuff. Mostly for some rebellious act. I'm always curious how a cigarette taste like and why do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; get addicted to it so fast. But i will never have the guts to try it. I never taste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shisha&lt;/span&gt; too before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! Other than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;, I'm curious the feeling of getting wasted but don't really have the guts to try it too. And many more....the list goes on and some should not be written her *wink* Still, I'm an obedient child here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nothing for this. I just wanna announce 11 will always be my lucky number as you all may know i was born on 11.11.1990 and by 11.11.11' i will be 21. Awesome right! I'm actually pretty proud for my birth date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. This post was written just because for the 1st time in my whole life i am having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt; right now. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, it's already nearly 6.30am now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt; sucks big time! I feel like i'm experiencing lots of 1st time in my life recently...and it all sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-5962216024608901499?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5962216024608901499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=5962216024608901499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5962216024608901499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/5962216024608901499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/11-of-me.html' title='11 of me'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/St99M7s4bTI/AAAAAAAAC3c/J-2DfStdkxE/s72-c/grown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2653728561829056528</id><published>2009-10-20T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:58:35.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/St2JsCATKQI/AAAAAAAAC3U/3E7Di9xBoNM/s1600-h/665e7eb19bfcc35fd84621b3d6c70d21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/St2JsCATKQI/AAAAAAAAC3U/3E7Di9xBoNM/s320/665e7eb19bfcc35fd84621b3d6c70d21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394619318205098242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had the guts to be more rebellious back when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had more time spent with my grandparents and get to know them more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i never steal my mum's money when i was really young.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had paid more attention to my surroundings back then.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had the confidence to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had more fun with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had a special talent or have been determine of what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had the strength to kick ass back then.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was not too shy back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things i wish that i could turn back time and do it all again so i may not have any regrets now. Everyone surely have their own regrets and i have so many. Thinking of my life back then, i do not detest it but i just wish i can change a few things here and there. Then may be now my life would be different. Might be better or worse. I will not know but i do regret that i din have the courage to challenge myself to go for the road not taken by me. I just feel there's so many things out there that i have not challenge and tried and my life now seem so predictable and blunt. I just need to add some taste and sparkle in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be sometimes i just don't feel like facing the reality and just live in denial. I don't know what, how or why. Some days i can just sit on my bed the whole day and just daydream about my whole life. The irony is mostly what i dream did not come true. But that it why we call it dreams. It's so hard to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, we still surely will manage to face the reality and survive it through. May be the dream i had long for has not arrive, the time may not be right yet and God may have a plan awaiting for me and for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll just have to wait for my glorious day to come like Chuck if you people do watch Chuck. If not, go watch it, and you'll know it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-2653728561829056528?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2653728561829056528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2653728561829056528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2653728561829056528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2653728561829056528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/St2JsCATKQI/AAAAAAAAC3U/3E7Di9xBoNM/s72-c/665e7eb19bfcc35fd84621b3d6c70d21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-8605848046889853546</id><published>2009-10-18T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:32:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's the number of floors i climbed today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time in my history tt i climbed so many floors and it's BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...here's a really disadvantage when you stay so high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking exhausted and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda things better not happen to me ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall now have a good rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's good too cos it's for my training to Gunung Nuang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and burning all the calories of what i ate today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-8605848046889853546?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8605848046889853546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=8605848046889853546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8605848046889853546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8605848046889853546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2503569091929377762</id><published>2009-10-17T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:05:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StnPKz-bigI/AAAAAAAAC3E/YbdbrZVw7fY/s1600-h/Musically_Inclined_by_girltripped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StnPKz-bigI/AAAAAAAAC3E/YbdbrZVw7fY/s320/Musically_Inclined_by_girltripped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393569813410580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's imagine that you want to learn to dance. Being the rational, cerebral person you are, you go to a bookstore and buy a book on dancing. After all, a book helped you to learn to program a computer.a book taught you accounting - surely a book can teach you shuffle your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the book home and get to work. You do everything it says. The book says sway; you sway. The book says shuffle; you shuffle. It says spin; you spin. You even cut out paper shoe patterns and place them around the living room floor so you'll know where to step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you've got it! You polp exhausted on the couch. All the reading, learning and practicing has resulted in you perfectly executing the dance. Yes, indeed you executed it - you KILLED it! You bought the book. You learned the rules. You laid out the pattern. But hey now, you forgot the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We master the doctrine, outline the chapters, memorize the dispensations, debate the rules and stiffly step on the dance floor of life with no music in your hearts. We measure each step, calibrate each turn and flop into bed each night tired from another day of dancing without music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing without music is tough. Emotion without knowledge is as dangerous as knowledge without emotion. There's got to be a balance. So don't worry about the steps, just follow the music. You'll learn to realize that the 'music' is in YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-2503569091929377762?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2503569091929377762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2503569091929377762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2503569091929377762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2503569091929377762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-music.html' title='Follow the Music'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StnPKz-bigI/AAAAAAAAC3E/YbdbrZVw7fY/s72-c/Musically_Inclined_by_girltripped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7842716393022167932</id><published>2009-10-11T18:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:26:41.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 is the number</title><content type='html'>I have always been saying how much i wanna go travel around the world when i have earn enough of money in the future. However, I think I'm seriously a really blessed child who did travel quite a bit from young. Thankfully of my parents tt i get to go all this places but I have to say traveling with parents is fun but still it won't be as nice as with your friends or just the young generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Traveling with parents has the advantage of not needing to pay for everything but it's not gonna be as fun as with the young ones. I know I'm quite a bad child who doesn't wanna tag along with family for holidays unless for the money and everything i will :) Don't tell me you don't have the same thinking as i have cos i'm pretty sure our feelings are mutual! However, definitely when i'm older and earning my money, i will not use my parents money to travel around. I'm still not a spoilt brat ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDCG5G50I/AAAAAAAAC0c/n7uxJxZlSyY/s1600-h/DSC06647.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDCG5G50I/AAAAAAAAC0c/n7uxJxZlSyY/s320/DSC06647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391304669916489538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so much cuter back then! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's see, I've been to many countries actually. I definitely been around Malaysia quite a bit not i've never been to Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak which i will want in the future. When i was like 5-6 years old i actually was fortunate to have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt; Trip. But i was like freaking 5 only and i can't really remember a thing back then and won't appreciate what i do and saw back then. So there's no use for me. I will wanna go there once again and have another of my own Euro Trip :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDAj04_aI/AAAAAAAAC0E/rEPx8fchf2A/s1600-h/100_0417.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDAj04_aI/AAAAAAAAC0E/rEPx8fchf2A/s320/100_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391304643323690402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDBg0B64I/AAAAAAAAC0U/Pa07ioxhHG4/s1600-h/100_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDBg0B64I/AAAAAAAAC0U/Pa07ioxhHG4/s320/100_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391304659694644098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDBF1IRXI/AAAAAAAAC0M/MTwf1UpRRbM/s1600-h/100_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDBF1IRXI/AAAAAAAAC0M/MTwf1UpRRbM/s320/100_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391304652451497330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDCsOjpII/AAAAAAAAC0k/9Xc0IKwdSVU/s1600-h/100_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDCsOjpII/AAAAAAAAC0k/9Xc0IKwdSVU/s320/100_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391304679938565250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea...don't be shock. I look kinda geek back then. Or i can just say i'm really ugly! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next trip i had was when i was like 13-14 years old. I went to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; New Zealand&lt;/span&gt; and it was an awesome trip. But you know you were still young and din know how to appreciate the thrill of outdoor activities. I wished i had the chance to try out the bungee jumping back then. Who might know, i might have been taller from now if i really did that :) But it was really a good trip where i seriously started to love the Western country and lovin the guys there. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was 15 i think i went to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thailand&lt;/span&gt;, Bangkok with my parents if i'm not wrong. It was quite a bad trip back then. Long story. You know with family and some stupid things might happen and there goes crushing the holiday mood. But i went Bangkok twice. The other time I went without my parents. It was so much more fun. It was also a family trip but with all cousins ;) We went to Bangkok and Chiang mai for backpacking trip and from then it already got me interested in backpacking. I went by train the olden days style and were in the train for 24 hours. Though it was kinda boring but it was a good experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnJCVndXI/AAAAAAAAC00/FeLFQIHmMcM/s1600-h/100_4303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnJCVndXI/AAAAAAAAC00/FeLFQIHmMcM/s320/100_4303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391344371371570546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHri7QyqeI/AAAAAAAAC1s/v93nPHk9V_c/s1600-h/PC220155+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHri7QyqeI/AAAAAAAAC1s/v93nPHk9V_c/s320/PC220155+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349214195395042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHriZUjiHI/AAAAAAAAC1k/7uNnV5qFOMo/s1600-h/PC220150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHriZUjiHI/AAAAAAAAC1k/7uNnV5qFOMo/s320/PC220150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349205084375154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHrh5wurOI/AAAAAAAAC1c/1zVfgFcWatQ/s1600-h/PC220119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHrh5wurOI/AAAAAAAAC1c/1zVfgFcWatQ/s320/PC220119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349196612611298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnJtXMN_I/AAAAAAAAC08/gIon7Xnqg08/s1600-h/PC200066+-+Copy.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/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnJtXMN_I/AAAAAAAAC08/gIon7Xnqg08/s320/PC200066+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391344382920898546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnKE_oWVI/AAAAAAAAC1E/fD3kt0R8AsM/s1600-h/PC210087+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnKE_oWVI/AAAAAAAAC1E/fD3kt0R8AsM/s320/PC210087+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391344389264529746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnIpo8bOI/AAAAAAAAC0s/hpWMQSwfFvM/s1600-h/100_4365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHnIpo8bOI/AAAAAAAAC0s/hpWMQSwfFvM/s320/100_4365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391344364741749986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i was 17, I got the chance to celebrate my Christmas in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;. The country is kinda nice and i really had fun there. We went island hoping, tried M16 gun shooting, mud bath, taste diff kind of food. So it was really entertaining and all of my family had so much fun and i have a video of my dad a little high after drinking on Christmas night saying how much fun we had. It was hilarious wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHrjlMx0ZI/AAAAAAAAC10/NS3k85qrIhI/s1600-h/P4170072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHrjlMx0ZI/AAAAAAAAC10/NS3k85qrIhI/s320/P4170072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349225452851602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHzX2NHyNI/AAAAAAAAC28/Pn1mBx_zmls/s1600-h/100_5083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHzX2NHyNI/AAAAAAAAC28/Pn1mBx_zmls/s320/100_5083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391357819952285906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last trip will be the one and only&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Australia&lt;/span&gt; which i much love :) I love that country so much. I seriously wanna go there right now if i really have the money. You don't know how much i love i have for the place there. The people who knows me will know eventually. Cos i always self proclaim tt i'm an Australian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i know i'm kinda fortunate to have been all this countries. But i wanna go more more more places and get to know different people and experience different culture. Don't you think it's so much fun :) So my other half should be adventurous and will willing to explore the world with me by backpacking. But first and foremost, he must be RICH! Lol! Omg..i'm so money-minded! Just such a typical girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those holiday times were the times i miss so much which i will beg to go back in time now. I'm aiming for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt; next and then Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak :) I need to save some money which is the biggest threat for me =( My parents are traveling so much without us. I'm so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...i have no idea what else to write now so i shall end here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-7842716393022167932?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7842716393022167932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=7842716393022167932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7842716393022167932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/7842716393022167932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html' title='5 is the number'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/StHDCG5G50I/AAAAAAAAC0c/n7uxJxZlSyY/s72-c/DSC06647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-2655202799503423793</id><published>2009-10-09T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:18:23.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Ss4SHI0knvI/AAAAAAAACzk/CelbY5PbAxI/s1600-h/P4160014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Ss4SHI0knvI/AAAAAAAACzk/CelbY5PbAxI/s320/P4160014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390265717845434098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my REAL brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was here, it'll be great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll always know tt i have a big brother to protect me from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish he's here with all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T . T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be tt's why sometimes i might sound desperate to find a real brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take care of me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever can stand a sis like me pls do inform me and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i can have like a real bro here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can have a getaway trip to Australia right now!&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/3522708215671304364-2655202799503423793?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2655202799503423793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=2655202799503423793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2655202799503423793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/2655202799503423793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Ss4SHI0knvI/AAAAAAAACzk/CelbY5PbAxI/s72-c/P4160014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-3334725588228044769</id><published>2009-10-04T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:42:40.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SshfE0IDneI/AAAAAAAACzc/AuDSLo1cFTE/s1600-h/No__no__no_by_ainukiw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SshfE0IDneI/AAAAAAAACzc/AuDSLo1cFTE/s320/No__no__no_by_ainukiw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388661490465349090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny it is, when it comes to share something embarrassing moment of your life, I will be the one of the few who can share with you all my embarrassing moments without even need to think as there's too many to list down and i won't be able to do it in one day i guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i am just trying to say tt I'm always either embarrassing my friends around me or myself so practically you can say my life is kinda sad :(  I can practically list down here and now a few things i have done tt is embarrass already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lock myself outside my own hostel room as i left my own keys inside the room for nearly 5 times this year and once i really had to sleep in the living room as my room mate was out and the worse part was the day after i have exams. It was seriously torture wei!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sing and shout everywhere i go and i don't care who i'm with and it might not sound good for the others but i'll still happily continue singing and oh ya i spit too :) This doesn't really embarrassed for me but for others i guess =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can miss a bus when i was at the bus station waiting an hour earlier :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have fallen by learning bicycle last year for a few times and the scar can still be clearly seen . And i fell in front of everyone. That was embarrassing for me too :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't drive and yesh i'm a bad driver. I failed taking my car license for 2 times. What do you expect huh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc...etc..etc...more to come too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But whatever it is, all this can't beat my embarrassment from yesterday. It's a total  O-M-G! I just wanna hide somewhere after that. I mean there was nothing seriously but i dunno why this happened to me. Believe me, i have no idea :(  All i can is just SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just to make me feel better, why take life so seriously when all of us do not get out alive right :) So we at least may be do some embarrassing stuff before we die right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout it, yesterday, some of us did make a list of things to do before we die and some of their list were kinda hilarious and kinky may be. PC you shall know huh! What you wrote...hmm:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then..i have to go now so ciao ppl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-3334725588228044769?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3334725588228044769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=3334725588228044769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/3334725588228044769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/3334725588228044769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/emrrassment.html' title='Embarrassed'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SshfE0IDneI/AAAAAAAACzc/AuDSLo1cFTE/s72-c/No__no__no_by_ainukiw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-8046294115156777786</id><published>2009-09-29T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:25:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SsIKkSw6pHI/AAAAAAAACzU/Xj7E8_yfwrA/s1600-h/Brenda+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SsIKkSw6pHI/AAAAAAAACzU/Xj7E8_yfwrA/s320/Brenda+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386879722917110898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe it or not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting Yoga classes soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like one of the person who has the most stiff body ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'm deciding to take up yoga classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my muscles will get all sore up by the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think it will all worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-8046294115156777786?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8046294115156777786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=8046294115156777786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8046294115156777786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/8046294115156777786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SsIKkSw6pHI/AAAAAAAACzU/Xj7E8_yfwrA/s72-c/Brenda+9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-3035830887320143821</id><published>2009-09-28T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:49:33.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine...</title><content type='html'>Oh hi people. Sorry for not updating for so many days due to my internet being such a nut case. Anyways I'm back in KL now and i've been mugging. Although it has been a month or so since i got this bad news of me failing my papers, sometimes i still can't accept or face the truth. It's not that i can't but i just sometimes wanna live in denial you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's all in the mind. My mind really do think, dream and imagine loads of unnecessary problems that have arise and may arise in the future. I mean I've once picture myself really failing this sem before i even got my results and while imagining tt myself, I just felt and ache in my stomach and then i will just divert my attention from it before i get any depression or whatever. And now in the present, I really did fail. How ironic huh! Believe it or not, girls just do have good six sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did feel embarrassed at first but now i've already face the fact and i always think that everything happened for a reason and this is just God's sign as a wake up call for me. ACCA is definitely not an easy going course in fact it's a bloody hard course to start with for sure and that is why i need to put in extra effort and work and freaking everything in it. And i do at first was afraid what others might think or will they mock me or whatever, but now i know why care? It's not like I'm taking the papers for their sake. So basically it's not about others now that i can't face the truth. It's just all ME! I just don't know if i'm ready for all this or if i ever can finish this challenge. I know I can if i want to so i'll just have to focus and achieve my goal and shoot for the stars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of my darkest moment and yea i've been through people mocking and talking but all these come to an end for now cause i do not care much of them or i can say i don't give a damn and so i am back on my feet. No worries =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this storm of mine, I'm still coping everything quite well and I am determined to just finish off everything this sem and not delay anymore time. I know I'm still young but young is also time and money. I do have so many unfulfilled dreams. I do wanna learn so many other things and adventure and try out something new in life. So many so many but not much time. There's me wanna learn the guitar which been forever, learning photography which i will in the future, having a band or just singing in some place that ppl might like it, hiking, diving, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may know that I do love white guys in particular. I'll drool when i see some HOT white guy in alert =) That is not only the reason for loving the western country. I really do love the way the people live there particularly in Australia but i do love the British accent though :) Anyways, I love the weather there, people, food, scenery. I always picture myself lying on the green grass, cooling weather and just read or talk there. I mean how we ever have such nice grass here. Even if we sit on it, it's not as nice and soft compared to theirs and we might just get bitten by something from the grass or get some rash out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's so many activities that i wanna try out which can't be find here. There's like bungee jumping, sky diving. And most importantly, i really wanna learn diving. I mean there's so much to see under the water. I just feel there's wonders under the ocean and the nature God gave us is so amazing. I will definitely have to learn diving and see those beautiful fishes and corals. It's a MUST for me before i ever die. I know there's diving here in M'sia but Hello, it can't be compared. The corals and fishes there must look so beautiful and the water must be so blue. The imagining of that is just so breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all I've said there, I'm not being bias here to Malaysia or not loyal. I still love my country but sometimes i just need some changes. I wanna see different places. Seriously i still dunno if i can ever cope to live in the western country. I'm all saying but i've never tried. I just been there and longest i've ever stayed is just 2 weeks. I've always been thinking of migrating to Australia but yet i'm really afraid that i can't adapt the life there and the people there. I'm always being frickle minded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I do not have to think of all this now and just do what i have to do for now and by then the future will come and i'll decide my life :) Imagine me in any of the Western country being so fun size and always being covered by the crowd. Lol...that must be hilarious but i'm actually already experiencing here but at least i have company like PC and Kui San :) Hey you might not know, may be someday i'll marry some freaking tall guy in Australia or British country :) Imagination going wild again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm being such a whinny person in this post. Once i start to write and think, i just can't stop so just bear with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, xoxo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Gossip girl, One tree hill, Greys, Heroes, How i met your mother, Big bang theory, 2 and a half men, are all out finally! Gossip girl ain't so nice but one tree hill i think it's getting better. The girl and guy is HOT! Others we'll see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-3035830887320143821?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3035830887320143821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=3035830887320143821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/3035830887320143821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/3035830887320143821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/imagine.html' title='Imagine...'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-8550472727265263307</id><published>2009-09-22T15:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:40:03.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday LL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Srh_Qb8anhI/AAAAAAAACzM/T-x1y3W1LRw/s1600-h/7222_140781751709_703291709_3031763_7083369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Srh_Qb8anhI/AAAAAAAACzM/T-x1y3W1LRw/s320/7222_140781751709_703291709_3031763_7083369_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384193274877222418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week we celebrated our LL Kelly Tan's Birthday. It's her 21st one and we were planning for it like long before. We did invitation cards, sketch book, banner, etc. There was so many things to attend to but we still manage to get everything done on time and i can say our plan for her surprise party was much of a success :) although i did ruin a little of it much beforehand when i msg her instead of Kelly Ho about something of her birthday but no worries, our plan still worked out well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we gave Kelly Tan her invitation card tt was to karaoke which she loves but we din invite her for her surprise party dinner. We coordinate with her bf to help us to surprise her and he did a good job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the karaoke room, it was so FUN! We had so much fun. We practically sang our lungs out. And at one point i can feel my veins all popping out and not having enough oxygen to breath. That was the extent. We were all so HIGH! There was a part where we were singing some emo songs and some of them started crying. So i had to just had to change the mood of songs we all chose. I was kinda worried when LL cried when Elaine walked in. I was scared tt she wasn't please or have enough fun on her 21st but the after party did make everything better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party we ran to the dinner place to fix everything where we bump into Kelly Tan again but she seem to not realise anything either so we just continue our work. We tape papers onto each person's back saying "Happy 21st Bday!!" And when she walked in we all sang the birthday song and turn our back. We can all tell she was really shocked and happy at the same time. Elaine then later brought in a Baskin Robin cake which was another surprise for her. So she had so many surprises tt day and i am glad tt she's please with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the food for damn bloody long and the service was'nt tt good in Thai Thai. I was starving for food but all we can be doing back then was camwhore. And there's like 100s of pics of all of us. I mean there's 2 DSLR cam, 2 digital cams flashing everywhere at you. We all just feel like we're superstars and they're just paparazzis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you enjoyed your day tt day LL and i think you did. Sorry if you felt dissapointed at first bit if you're not the surprise party we planned wouldn't work right ;) And don ever feel we don't care for ya cos it's your 21st and it means a lot to all of us! Love ya! 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It's not with studies this time but BIRTHDAYS! Seriously, the month of September is just one crazy month as there's friends everywhere having birthdays and the worse is most of them are close friends and we have to attend birthday parties or organizing one. It seems tt parents like having babies on the month of Sept. Anyways, it was one hell of the 2 weeks. But we all had so much fun and everything turn out AWESOME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's start from the 1st birthday we celebrated on Sept which will be Sean Goldfish's birthday. We had a simple one for him and had lunch together at Zanmai. We celebrated a belated one for him as they were having test and everything so we had to delay his birthday celebration. So, it was one simple yet warmth birthday celebration for him i guess :) And i heard you've been messaging with a girl or whoever it is. Better tell us one day cos you need to get my approval 1st =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrclbjwF9NI/AAAAAAAACu0/4TIySp6CeMs/s1600-h/8417_275895670723_703560723_8875813_3623335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrclbjwF9NI/AAAAAAAACu0/4TIySp6CeMs/s320/8417_275895670723_703560723_8875813_3623335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383813034928370898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrclcKieokI/AAAAAAAACu8/T84-vmDfxWw/s1600-h/8417_275895705723_703560723_8875818_7834026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrclcKieokI/AAAAAAAACu8/T84-vmDfxWw/s320/8417_275895705723_703560723_8875818_7834026_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383813045340250690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrclbI8XheI/AAAAAAAACus/lCii8AkeEAM/s1600-h/8417_275895665723_703560723_8875812_2988147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrclbI8XheI/AAAAAAAACus/lCii8AkeEAM/s320/8417_275895665723_703560723_8875812_2988147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383813027732096482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, the next birthday i celebrated will be my cousin's. It was at his house and there were so many guests. There were BBQ food and doughnuts and a total of 5 cakes. The party was actually really awesome as there was dance floor and it played loud music with a disco ball and slowly everyone went dancing on the dance floor and everyone totally got real high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there was another part where some can hide away the loud music and there'll be jazzy music being played there. It was kinda a spot for those to rest after drinking too much. So it was one hell of a party where so many got wasted and puke all over and the party went all till 4 in the morn. But i was out like at 2am. Hence, i guess it was just one hardcore party for all those who came for it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrcynUvCbnI/AAAAAAAACvE/Kn7r7aosgWE/s1600-h/10430_267375965197_815155197_8915689_2916233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrcynUvCbnI/AAAAAAAACvE/Kn7r7aosgWE/s320/10430_267375965197_815155197_8915689_2916233_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383827530707005042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Srcynw2ityI/AAAAAAAACvM/1n6ImawG3EU/s1600-h/IMG_2665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Srcynw2ityI/AAAAAAAACvM/1n6ImawG3EU/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383827538254673698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, there's the Aaron 21st Birthday Party at his house. This guy practically got drench with cream cake, thousand island source, chilli source, flour, eggs and it was such a mess. But his friends did a pretty good job and aaron's family were so supporting us on doing it. And everyone were dirty as well but whatever it is it was so fun to see the birthday boy get so dirty although we already know he is always a dirty minded fellar! I think he should try reducing watching his TVB series. And all the best for the girls you added in FB =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...your niece or cousins are damn cute and you can see how fast i can click with them right :) I'm good with little kids but now i can't remember their names already!  I think they don't feel intimidated by me. LOL! I really like them a lot and they love Hannah Montana just like Aaron :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrczbbYxCMI/AAAAAAAACvU/1EDMJMrJ7O4/s1600-h/10622_135483174261_565704261_2622574_3453525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrczbbYxCMI/AAAAAAAACvU/1EDMJMrJ7O4/s320/10622_135483174261_565704261_2622574_3453525_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383828425845835970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrczcdmKuRI/AAAAAAAACvk/4GHUBvy74BU/s1600-h/10622_135483149261_565704261_2622569_5827669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrczcdmKuRI/AAAAAAAACvk/4GHUBvy74BU/s320/10622_135483149261_565704261_2622569_5827669_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383828443618785554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrczbmjE7cI/AAAAAAAACvc/2MDU7dUCfKY/s1600-h/10622_135483179261_565704261_2622575_7792789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrczbmjE7cI/AAAAAAAACvc/2MDU7dUCfKY/s320/10622_135483179261_565704261_2622575_7792789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383828428841872834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, told you there was too many birthdays. 3 days in a row is just too much! But whatever it is, it was my no.1's 20th birthday so how can i possible not go for it. I'm such a loyal no.1. We all planned it well but in the end the Adrian, man of the day ruin our surprise for ya. But i think you still had fun bcos of US =) We're such great companies. But sorry you may thought of having a candlelit dinner with specifically someone but i know you guys have your own plans right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the serious note, you've been a great no.1 friend to me. You've been there when i'm up or down. I'm seriously proud of you being able to pass all papers in one go. All i wanna say is just you've been an awesome no.1. And i wanna see you wearing tt jershey we bought for you one fine day. So thank you no.1 for being a great friend. We'll still continue hanging out together ok! You know it's gonna be hard to get rid all of us *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0TAZNuHI/AAAAAAAACvs/AblJpcsI1LI/s1600-h/8417_282437830723_703560723_9002737_7788779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0TAZNuHI/AAAAAAAACvs/AblJpcsI1LI/s320/8417_282437830723_703560723_9002737_7788779_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383829380672632946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0UUV4nKI/AAAAAAAACwE/Vl-fXoZbpOU/s1600-h/9026_133496886308_569156308_2617426_2516138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0UUV4nKI/AAAAAAAACwE/Vl-fXoZbpOU/s320/9026_133496886308_569156308_2617426_2516138_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383829403207244962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0UFszSSI/AAAAAAAACv8/RKzZBxEfpkA/s1600-h/10622_133995539261_565704261_2608011_5752536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0UFszSSI/AAAAAAAACv8/RKzZBxEfpkA/s320/10622_133995539261_565704261_2608011_5752536_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383829399276833058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0TuYhHGI/AAAAAAAACv0/oQ4vAoqkf9M/s1600-h/10622_133995719261_565704261_2608024_4889938_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Src0TuYhHGI/AAAAAAAACv0/oQ4vAoqkf9M/s320/10622_133995719261_565704261_2608024_4889938_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383829393017740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also Kelly Tan's 21st Birthday just celebrated not long ago. I'll just blog it in another post cos there's too if i'll do it in this post, it'll be damn long:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this mark down the amount of birthdays i have spent this month with this people. And i am really scared of birthdays for the moment. Usually i will be the one really excited for it and the one planning for it but now i need a rest from all of tt! And when i see a cake i don't have the mood to eat bcos i had enough already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in KL only on Thurs. So till then, enjoy your holidays everyone. I'll see you all when i get back. JB is so FUN ok =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522708215671304364-1392742216017608073?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1392742216017608073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=1392742216017608073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1392742216017608073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/1392742216017608073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-babies.html' title='The September Babies!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/SrclbjwF9NI/AAAAAAAACu0/4TIySp6CeMs/s72-c/8417_275895670723_703560723_8875813_3623335_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-4217904812941765405</id><published>2009-09-12T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:16:04.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sqp2oN_1n9I/AAAAAAAACug/B0jOKWZG-KQ/s1600-h/100_5338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sqp2oN_1n9I/AAAAAAAACug/B0jOKWZG-KQ/s320/100_5338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380243138171740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my long sausage puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not been long but i still am sad for losing you 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be happy in heaven with Micky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't check you out to see how long you can get which is such a pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you two :(&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/3522708215671304364-4217904812941765405?l=brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4217904812941765405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3522708215671304364&amp;postID=4217904812941765405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4217904812941765405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522708215671304364/posts/default/4217904812941765405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenda-the-blurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh,,,'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02985442270567672105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/TDSDm9tN-OI/AAAAAAAADdw/iBT72D3cgkM/S220/IMG_0998.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sqp2oN_1n9I/AAAAAAAACug/B0jOKWZG-KQ/s72-c/100_5338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522708215671304364.post-7249504411420616594</id><published>2009-09-09T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:53:53.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sqc0Lgfk9MI/AAAAAAAACuY/G54Dl_p7qxg/s1600-h/m_xx_151_by_scarabuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cldAQl5z_I/Sqc0Lgfk9MI/AAAAAAAACuY/G54Dl_p7qxg/s320/m_xx_151_by_scarabuss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325652222932162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;May&lt;/st1:personname&gt;be God wanted us to meet the wrong people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;before meeting the right one so that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;when we finally meet the right person,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;May&lt;/st1:personname&gt;be when the door of happiness closes, another opens,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but often times we look so long at the closed door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;May&lt;/st1:personname&gt;be the best kind of friend is the kind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;you can sit on a porch and swing with,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;never say a word, and then walk away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;May&lt;/st1:personname&gt;be it is true that we don't know what we have got&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Giving someone all your love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;is never an assurance that they will love you back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't expect love in return;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;just wait for it to grow in their heart;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but if it does not, be content it grew in yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;an hour to like someone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and a day to love someone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;because it takes only a smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="Mso
