<?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-5990385756956490609</id><updated>2011-09-11T20:11:00.284+08:00</updated><category term='my event'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Astro Star Quest 2009'/><category term='movies'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='sports'/><category term='random'/><category term='emo'/><category term='this song'/><category term='college'/><category term='men'/><category term='race'/><category term='Hiro'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Twinkling Star</title><subtitle type='html'>inside the starry mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1432792678342494655</id><published>2010-12-15T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:55:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Semester, End of 2010</title><content type='html'>2010 is coming to an end soon and 2011 is the start of something new for me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally done with studying ADP for four long years and now all I have to do is just wait for December 2011 to attend graduation ceremony! It's a long wait, but I'll definitely wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to Beijing for 6 months to take Tsing Hua University CLP program. Nervous, scared, and frightening all at the same time! Hopefully I will survive there. I'll be off in February to a land full of Chinese people, no freaking facebook, and Google wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I gonna play my facebook games!? Frontierville, Cityville... Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully with the free time I have there, I'll blog more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can China access blogger? That is the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1432792678342494655?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1432792678342494655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-semester-end-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1432792678342494655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1432792678342494655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-semester-end-of-2010.html' title='End of Semester, End of 2010'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1966375447317724751</id><published>2010-10-22T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:52:43.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker Alert</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I had a pervert stalker (PS) calling me. So here I am giving out this asshole's number here. And if you see his phone calls, do not pick up! I repeat, DO NOT PICK UP!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 8pm, PS called. I always have this thing where I do not pick up unknown numbers because it might be from another gym asking you to join them or people like PS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I picked up the call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Hello? Hello? Hello? (for more than 10 times...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : HELLO? WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Err, you..... Melayu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : (wtf) NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : Hello? Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he hangs up.... For a split second, I thought it was a friend pulling a joke since they know I hate it when people asking me am I Malay or not lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he calls again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : HELLO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Eh, err.. you.... take off your shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : You.. you... open your seluar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Do not call me again or I'll report police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Err, you.... take..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : FUCK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hang up. I was starting to get scared because I was home alone at that time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, he called again!!! With another number! Not knowing it was him again, I picked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : Eh, I want sex lah... I want to fuck you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hanged up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He call again and again and later on with a different number again! Wtf so rich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got worse that I had to silent my phone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do not pick up these numbers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;019 307 2295/019 334 3760/019 334 2094&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be safe people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1966375447317724751?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1966375447317724751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4015324815673856017</id><published>2010-09-17T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:16:17.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna ---------------- The End</title><content type='html'>Life is sooooooo shorttttttt...........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the other day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were gossiping with me who we thought are the bitchiest lecturer in our college,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were telling me what would happen to you if your parents found out you failed your paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in a while you turn to the back and asked us silly questions and made us all laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You thought you would failed the test and worried whatever you're gonna study is not gonna enter your brain, but you still chose not to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look like some cool dude from the outside, but always getting bullied by the girl sitting next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We studied once in the library (or more like you were talking about cars and engines with the boys and me studying) and you taught me to type all the important notes in to the phone and during exam, excuse yourself to the toilet and read the notes in the toilet again to "refresh" my memory -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were definitely not best friends but somehow you're a friend I love to have you around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, you're not gonna be around anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP and drive safe, people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4015324815673856017?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4015324815673856017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wanna-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4015324815673856017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4015324815673856017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wanna-end.html' title='I Wanna ---------------- The End'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-6785640195548592715</id><published>2010-08-28T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:41:23.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people really do not know how to appreciate what it is in front of them. Why do you need to lose it then only you will realize you are missing it? Why can't you appreciate it when it is yours? Once you taken advantage of it, you might not be able to turn back time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always try to appreciate what I have right now. Because I'll never know what will happen in the future. But sometimes things just don't go your way. I tried appreciating some moments, but the moments are ruined when the other party fucks it up. So maybe the other person do not appreciate the moment with you. Do you walk away? Or soldier on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/THjzAksgD_I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ZXd8yFZC9Kc/s400/if_only1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510421335263678450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know you have the best intentions, but I feel like I'm a really high second priority to you. That hurts. And the worse part is I'm starting to get used to it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all of us should watch &lt;i&gt;If Only&lt;/i&gt;. Sometimes movies are the best way to get to you. They make you tear up and realize, oh, it might JUST happen to us. Obviously with the exception of Transformers or Ju On....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If Only&lt;/i&gt; is an old movie. Year 2004 maybe. Even Youtube has the whole movie in 9 parts. Few years ago I watched this movie and cried my eyeballs out. Today I watched it again, and cried my eyeballs out again. I thought I would not cry because I watched it before. But I cried again, maybe because it has a meaning to it. Something I am, and most people are afraid of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody wants to regret doing what they are doing in their life. But &lt;i&gt;sometimes the only thing you can control are your choices&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What choices do you make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-6785640195548592715?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6785640195548592715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6785640195548592715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6785640195548592715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/THjzAksgD_I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ZXd8yFZC9Kc/s72-c/if_only1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4539497436335869669</id><published>2010-08-25T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:12:20.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going The Distance - I heart the trailer, hopefully the movie is as good..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/4eXDRgEL2AA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eXDRgEL2AA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eXDRgEL2AA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4539497436335869669?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4539497436335869669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-distance-i-heart-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4539497436335869669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4539497436335869669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-distance-i-heart-trailer.html' title='Going The Distance - I heart the trailer, hopefully the movie is as good..'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2081611916994687762</id><published>2010-08-24T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:08:57.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car</title><content type='html'>I have a car for a couple of years already. No doubt, I love this car. And I would do anything for this car. Till recently.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember getting this car a few years back in not a very good condition. It was not driving itself very well. But I accepted this car because I loved the car's interior and a bit of the exterior as well. Or maybe I felt this car was the right one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was overjoyed when I had this car. I love it driving me around, bringing me to places, and it was treating me right by not breaking down in the middle of the road. I was so happy and in love with the car. And I was very sure at that time, the car loved me back as much as I did. I made sure I washed the car, polished it, and gave it lots of love. The car protected me from the rain, the sun, the lightning storm. We watched the rainbow, enjoyed the sunset, and laughed together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until one day, the car decided to stop at the side of the long, and windy highway. I was confused. The car has everything! It should be moving! Ok, maybe it is down to a few liters of petrol, but I'm sure it could move till I find the next petrol station! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these while, I thought the car and me are going somewhere. To a pretty lil place at the end of the long and windy road. And I still think so. I still believe we can and we will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I tried pushing the car. But it only moved a few inches. This is not good. The car started showing it's temper. Fuming smokes out of the exhaust pipe. Burning flames off the engines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm just waiting for my car to be back to it's original condition, or maybe I should get a tow truck? Or maybe this car wants me to sell it away and let someone else drive it, I don't know. I know we have still a lot more places to discover and experience together, therefore this journey should not end. This car is too precious to me. And sometimes I wish I was as precious to it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like feeling lost in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s//No, I'm not some crazy girl writing this. It means something to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s//No cars were harmed during the process of writing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2081611916994687762?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2081611916994687762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2081611916994687762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2081611916994687762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/car.html' title='The Car'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-14553721150518004</id><published>2010-08-18T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:13:09.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Like The Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it's not like the movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how it should be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he's the one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll come undone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my world will stop spinning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's just the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow White said when I was young, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One day my prince will come"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I wait for that date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say it's hard to meet your match,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find my better half,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we make perfect shapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If stars don't align,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it doesn't stop time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you can't see the sign,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One hundred percent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With every penny spent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He'll be the one that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finishes your sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-14553721150518004?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/14553721150518004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-like-movies_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/14553721150518004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/14553721150518004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-like-movies_18.html' title='Not Like The Movies'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5881795199400244984</id><published>2010-08-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:03:40.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been very, very lazy to blog.. It feels like I have better things to do when I am on my laptop.. Listening to SNSD (new love!), my Jay, Facebooking, including the lame games like Happy Island, Frontierville (I blame Alwinyu hehe), Cafe World, and nightly Bejeweled games!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So busy but loving it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been feeling a little lost here and there. Sigh. I don't really wanna talk about it either. They say you know, when you know. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TGq63D1io9I/AAAAAAAAA-A/_E8cEV2Vly8/s400/31104_399937183167_524278167_4155996_2861907_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506418949499298770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I want a getaway. Free one. (: All expenses paid for! And just enjoy every bit of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A joke to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why the Indians will never win World Cup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Because whenever they get a corner, they open a mamak stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I laughed for a good 3 minutes on this joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xoxo.&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/5990385756956490609-5881795199400244984?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5881795199400244984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5881795199400244984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5881795199400244984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TGq63D1io9I/AAAAAAAAA-A/_E8cEV2Vly8/s72-c/31104_399937183167_524278167_4155996_2861907_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3872080652133872784</id><published>2010-08-06T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:26:35.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Park much?</title><content type='html'>Right after watching South Park's episode on "You have 0 Friends", which was talking about how Kyle was losing friends one by one in Facebook because he added a not so cool friend, I went to check mine haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's true! The numbers were not right! I had a missing friend. I wonder why he/she deleted me. So I went through the list to see whether I can spot this friend who went missing. I cannot really remember all of em but I noticed one particular friend was missing. Only girls will delete friends on Facebook haha so let's name her, Vuvuzela. -.- (post world cup fever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vuvuzela and I did not get to know each other in exactly the right way. There were lots of misunderstanding and miscommunications due to the people we were hanging with. But after all the childish dramas, I would say we became friends. I'm sure in both our hearts, we know we can never be bffs or whatsoever because it will totally be awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I found out she deleted me from Facebook. lol it's not that I really bother, but I just find it weird because she's still on my MSN list. She should just delete me from everything right if she did not want us to become friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe she has her own reason, or maybe I added an uncool friend therefore she deleted me! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I wish her all the best. I know she reads my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&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/5990385756956490609-3872080652133872784?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3872080652133872784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/south-park-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3872080652133872784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3872080652133872784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/south-park-much.html' title='South Park much?'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-9207520311312301911</id><published>2010-08-02T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:08:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladida Dida</title><content type='html'>Summer semester is overrrr! The rush for assignments and presentations are done! (for now)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next semester would be my last semester in the pathetic college! I cannot wait to get out of it. I actually rather study than work for now but I just cannot stand the way the college handles their stuff. It's so bloody frustrating! Thinking about it makes you wanna puke blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once next Fall semester is done, new life ahead for new year on 2011! Gonna step in to the dog eat dog world @ working world! Some of my friends are already in the working world, and judging from their stories, it's not a pretty place to be. New people, new tasks, new responsibilities, new environment, new deadlines, which sums up to a whole new world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I be able to cope in the new world? I don't really wanna know for now. I shall start thinking about it around December.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to blog about but so much laziness in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update soon. and guess what? It's already August. How time flies. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s//I want a puppy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-9207520311312301911?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/9207520311312301911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/ladida-dida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/9207520311312301911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/9207520311312301911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/ladida-dida.html' title='Ladida Dida'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-237793260540803487</id><published>2010-08-01T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:10:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sparks fly, it's like electricity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I might die, when I forget how to breathe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You get closer and there's no where in this world I'd rather be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time stops like everything around me is frozen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And nothing matters but these&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Few moments when you open my mind to things I've never seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause when I'm kissin you my senses come alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Falls right into place you're all that it takes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My doubts fade away when I'm kissing you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I'm kissin you it all starts making sense&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all the questions I've been asking in my head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like are you the one should I really trust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crystal clear it becomes when I'm kissin you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Past loves they never got very far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walls up, made sure I guarded my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I promise I wouldn't do this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till I knew it was right for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But no one, no guy that I met before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could make me feel so right and secure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And have you noticed I loose my focus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the world around me disappears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've never felt nothing like this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're making me open up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No point in even trying to fight this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It kinda feels like it's love, love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5990385756956490609-237793260540803487?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/237793260540803487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/kissing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/237793260540803487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/237793260540803487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/08/kissing-you.html' title='Kissing You'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5294691299918398955</id><published>2010-07-22T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:50:02.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Own Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wanna make a movie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you know the ending's gonna be bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you go ahead and film it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the poor ratings are out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you ask yourself "Why",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How stupid can you get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we know the answer ahead of us. It's like I know I have an early morning class to attend to, but I still go out till late at night and come home at 5 in the morning. Isn't this what you called "you're asking for it"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more when you already know you can't make it to class if you come home at 5 in the morning, and YET you still do it.. Doesn't it sound so stupid? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to call these people anymore other than stupid. Because this is not lazy nor looking for excuses. It sounds pretty dumb. We make our own movie in life but sometimes the plot is not what we are looking for. But there's always hope to turn around the story at the summit, and make the best ending movie ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok end of short story. It has been a busy summer semester. Everything's a rush and finals is coming. Lots of studying to do! Next semester will be my last semester in the misery college. Can't wait to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-5294691299918398955?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5294691299918398955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-own-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5294691299918398955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5294691299918398955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-own-movie.html' title='Your Own Movie'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8074868546613165089</id><published>2010-07-05T15:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:03:25.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small is not a Size?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How many times have I tell myself I want longer legs? I think a gazillion times. And I want to say it again. I WANT TO HAVE LONGER LEGS! I WANT TO BE TALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being short has its disadvantages and I hate it when people use it on me. They will think of you as a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't mind my friends calling me nicknames like shorty or always pretending that they are looking for me when I am actually in front of them.. -.- I can laugh it off because IT IS quite funny for them but a bit sad for me. What I don't like is when strangers take advantage of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the other time at the college's carpark. After 45 minutes or so, I finally found a parking because a girl was coming out. Despite her taking her own sweet time to start the car while sms-ing, I waited patiently. When she came out, this stupid fella just stole my parking and park my slot wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking whether to just leave it to rest and find other parking or to go down and confront him. I decided to confront him. When I came down from my car, he was about to lock his car. Let's just say he is a guy from a race where violence is their middle name. Not that I want to be racist, but he has that face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him that it is my parking and insist he remove his damn car. He refused too. Fucker. And he wanted to walk away. And he can actually tell me to find another parking. WTF. I guess the thought of me going to get bullied pissed me even more. Actually at that moment I felt like crying ok. How can people be so..... fuckup. Grr. But that's the reality check right. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was causing quite a jam at the basement car park too because I blocked the whole road there haha so many people were watching. We argued for a bit, he refused to move away and I refuse to give in, then he ask his girlfriend, who was all along standing beside him quietly, to get in the car and he move his car away. While he was walking to his car, he kept grumbling to his gf in their language.. He must be saying, "Stupid Bitch" hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either he thought that I am a girl so he can bully me or he thinks I'm short and he was not threatened by my look. Grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KARMA ok.. Would you like someone to just steal your parking like that? I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another incident was last two weeks, I had to go to the post office to buy money order because I needed to pay a summon committed at Malacca. Was there for a girls' trip last year and got that parking fine lol and my mum got the warning letter for it that day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man (same race like the previous one) actually cut my queue!! And he did it like he did not know I was there.. Asshole! He can see me ok cos he was coming from the entrance! When I decided to tell him to line up, another counter just open it's station and the man behind the counter directed me to his booth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE! Karma.. Because you wanna cut queue, the person behind you gets to go first now.. KARMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was done with my stuff, he was still lining up because the lady in front of him had some problem with her package.. Hmmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I cannot complain anymore. Over the age to start playing basketball or eat more beans. I ate so much of beans ok when I was younger. Sigh, it's the genes I guess. Grandma, dad, mum are all shortys. BUT HOW COME MY BROTHER SO TALL..... Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TDG7DnEJk5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/gnj8tTcxVZ0/s400/snsd_20090618_seoulbeats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490375091441734546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine if I look like these girls from SNSD.. I'm sure the guy would willingly give me back my parking without even opening his mouth and the other guy would not cut my queue because he was too mesmerized with my beauty and long legs.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not always fair I guess. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oxox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8074868546613165089?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8074868546613165089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/07/small-is-not-size.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8074868546613165089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8074868546613165089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/07/small-is-not-size.html' title='Small is not a Size?'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TDG7DnEJk5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/gnj8tTcxVZ0/s72-c/snsd_20090618_seoulbeats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4162627407515811722</id><published>2010-06-30T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:55:41.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind of September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When life was slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all so mellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind of September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When grass was green &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And grain was yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind of September &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you were a tender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And callow fellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then follow, follow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Follow.&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/5990385756956490609-4162627407515811722?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4162627407515811722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/try-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4162627407515811722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4162627407515811722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/try-to-remember.html' title='Try To Remember'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-7511635314177649992</id><published>2010-06-29T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:16:43.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A or B? Or Plain Clueless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a haircut............................. But I don't know how to cut it.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean I don't know what to tell the stylist on how to cut my hair. Sigh. I don't suit long hair therefore short hair is my only option. BUT I hate having TOO short hair because it would make me look like a boy. wtf. And I will cry for days if my hair is too short. True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the Pixie haircut Victoria Beckham and Agyness Deyn has but it's too short.. My hair is becoming unfreakingmanageable. I need an answer to my hair asap. Last option is to just cut it short with the same style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCnVWatmigI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/LMdRKalYdl0/s400/IMG_5828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488152202032089602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midterms is this week. American Civilization is a killer. 13 chapters just for midterm. fml. And it's taking forever for me to read one chapter. I need luck! No, I just need motivation to read them all. Sigh. Oh not forgetting Statistics. wtf wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x  o  x  o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-7511635314177649992?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/7511635314177649992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/or-b-or-plain-clueless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7511635314177649992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7511635314177649992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/or-b-or-plain-clueless.html' title='A or B? Or Plain Clueless?'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCnVWatmigI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/LMdRKalYdl0/s72-c/IMG_5828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3150900764072763498</id><published>2010-06-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:42:49.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings on the Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate it when someone gives me hope and then just BOOM, destroy it for me the next second. Don't play with my feelings, man. Imagine being at the top of the moon and then the next second BOOM, you're back down to miserable Earth. BOOM BOOM BOOM shattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 11 years old, my school was organizing a field trip to Pudu Jail and everyone was so excited including me! I always wanted to know what's inside. So freaking curious. But we all need to get our parents' signature to get permission to go for the field trip. And BOOM, they said no. They said it was dirty and "dirty". Nearly the whole school went ok except me! I even cried for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I talked about ghosts and stuff like that they tell me they don't exist. So, why the excuse "dirty"?  So contradicting. And some people till today are telling me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh there's nothing to see one lah..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Very smelly one..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can just Google it or view pictures to know what's in there if you're so curious!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why are you going for a holiday to see what is there on the other side of the world? You can just Google it.. Or wait for someone to post up pictures about it then you'll know how it's like to be there. wtf. Looking at Bora Bora or Maldives pictures don't make you feel you wanna go there? It's enough for you just to stare at the photo? Then keep staring at it cos it ain't bringing you no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCNZUPC68GI/AAAAAAAAA9A/JHfBJlhFOuU/s400/1895_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486326975238434914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 390px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously I want to experience it myself. At least I want to smell the smelly smell myself so I can tell people I smelled the smelly Pudu Jail before hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the Pudu Jail is not here anymore.. Ish.. I'm gonna miss staring at this place whenever I passed by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another BOOM thing is empty promises. All my life, I get this a lot. Empty promises. People would tell me all the nicest things in the world and in the end they just take it back. Yes, I am naive to believe it everytime as well. Everysinglefreakingtime. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCNgPqu2M3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/yMkjAz6CI0E/s400/e1084bff6859ed2f1048.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486334593352479602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you just do whatever you said you will do? Sometimes they don't even make an effort to keep the promise and that is just even more disappointing. Do you like it if I keep disappointing you? How would that made you feel? Sometimes, do step in my heels to think about it. I think up till today, I am very patient with the people around me. I really don't know when I'll just blow up and fuck this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am definitely not an extrovert person. Most probably an introvert. I don't like the idea of sharing my thoughts or feelings since I was young. Many people told me that it is bad to be always keeping things inside and not expressing it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is one of the reason to have this blog. To be honest, I feel much better whenever I write what I feel here. At least if I was crying nobody is here to watch, yet my feelings are poured out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that the thought of who's reading it scares me.. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3150900764072763498?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3150900764072763498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/rantings-on-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3150900764072763498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3150900764072763498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/rantings-on-boom.html' title='Rantings on the Boom'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCNZUPC68GI/AAAAAAAAA9A/JHfBJlhFOuU/s72-c/1895_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1837172963351848816</id><published>2010-06-23T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:41:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Shall Be Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The more I think about it, the more it pisses me off... Men AND Women who cheats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I remember right after I started blogging (which was exactly one year ago), I wrote a piece on Why Men Cheat.. When I wrote it, I wrote it with humour. Maybe because I was not very aware of the whole scenario and writing it just to entertain myself because I found some funny pictures with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Now, moving to another year, 365 days later, I'm going to write about nearly the same shit but with different feelings towards it. Cheaters should be burned! Tortured and then die cruelly. That's how I feel. And obviously I'm not talking about cheating in exams -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Cheating is an act of LYING, DECEPTION, FRAUD, TRICKERY, IMPOSTURE, AND IMPOSITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCJU4C8XhyI/AAAAAAAAA84/RxEILIoo-Os/s400/Cheating_wife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486040617930164002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;In relationships, couples obviously expect to have sexual monogamy of each other. So why the fuck do you cheat? Too itchy backside nothing to do is it? Cheat doesn't mean you have to be sleeping around but if you lie, it is considered cheating as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Been listening to some of my friends' stories that their bf/gf been cheating on them. Yes, even girls now cheat when we used to think only men cheat. So far this year, I've heard like four cheating stories from my friends! At this very moment, one of my friend actually forgive his girlfriend for cheating on him. Sigh. Ok, maybe she deserved a second chance.... I really don't know. Listening to their stories make me want to teach all the cheaters a lesson. Grr. I just hate it when my friends are getting cheated or lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Some people just do not appreciate what is there in front of their eyes. When it is right there, they take it for granted. When it's gone, they start to realize their loss and wants to get it back. It's too late man. So why can't you appreciate it when its yours and only yours? Are you that desperate for other women's attention? Does it feed your ego? What and how it made you feel? Did it make you feel like a hero? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Most people cheat because they thought they could get away with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCJNjLhuTvI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2BwsWmtz7CI/s400/cheating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486032562875682546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Are you sure? I always believe the truth will always come out, although it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Worse is those men who do all the sweet talking to a woman when she is at her weakest point (after a break up from her ex bf or something). He is therefore taking advantage of you and trying his goddamn luck to get into your pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;One thing about men is when they have power (successful with lots of money) they would tend to cheat. Examples? John Edward, Bill Clinton, Ashley Cole (who had the HOTTEST WIFE! I even had a girl crush on her!), Tiger Woods.... just to name a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So sometimes you wonder.. Why do some smart and successful men would do such risky things? Dr. Sari Locker, a sex educator and psychologist, once said in a TV show that "First of all, they want sex from someone other than their wife. They want what they're not getting at home. Often, it's very specific types of sex that they want. But it's also (that) they think they can get away with it. There's no emotional connection." So sometimes it's not the wife/women's fault but these men who have itchy dicks. Zzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;To make it simple, they just got bored with Chinese food, and wanted to try something exotic like Mexican food for a change. But you'll know deep down inside his heart, he will always love Chinese food but once in a while he wants to try something new. And at the end of the day, he would never miss the chance of coming home to you for some Chinese food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;To think of it, I think some men cheat because they have a weakness of character. There can be millions of reasons for you to cheat, but I know some men won't because they respect their promises and vows for each other. I, therefore, respect these men and look up to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I was reading an article where people were discussing about the interview John Edwards did on ABC's Nightline where he publicly revealed that he had an affair and he wanted to explain about his actions for doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"I grew up as a small town boy in North Carolina. And I came from nothing, worked very hard, dreamed that I'd be able to do something hopeful and helpful to other people with my life. I became a lawyer. Through a lot of work and success, I gained some acclaim as a lawyer. People were telling me, 'Oh you're such a great person, such a great lawyer, such a talent. You're gonna go—there's no telling what you'll do.' And this was when I was 30, 31 years old. Then I went from being a senator— young senator—to being considered for vice president, running for president, being a vice presidential candidate, becoming a national public figure. All of which fed a self-focus, an egotism, a narcissism that leads you to believe that, that you can do whatever you want. You're invincible. And there will be no consequences."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So to paraphrase it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"I used to be poor. Then I got rich and important. Then I thought I was so awesome that not only did I deserve to sleep with another woman, I also thought I wouldn't get caught. So I did it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Such bullshit. I believe if you cheat, you already planned and know you are going to cheat and there is no excuse or reason to cover your backside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ok enough anger rantings. I need to breathe now. Needed to get this out of my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;No xoxo for you cheaters out there! Karma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;p.s//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Be strong, you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Time will definitely heal everything! Like the saying, there are millions of fishes in the sea. I believe you will find your other half somewhere out in the sea soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.ps//wow let's hope I don't cheat.. hahahaha what an emotional post. lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1837172963351848816?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1837172963351848816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-shall-be-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1837172963351848816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1837172963351848816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-shall-be-burn.html' title='You Shall Be Burn'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TCJU4C8XhyI/AAAAAAAAA84/RxEILIoo-Os/s72-c/Cheating_wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3679949314908863083</id><published>2010-06-21T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:00:02.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TB-MNpJ2stI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Y7S3DGHYydc/s1600/stock-vector-vector-illustration-of-balloons-star-shaped-confetti-and-flags-decoration-ready-for-birthday-and-33255619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TB-MNpJ2stI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Y7S3DGHYydc/s400/stock-vector-vector-illustration-of-balloons-star-shaped-confetti-and-flags-decoration-ready-for-birthday-and-33255619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485257037173928658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy.... Birthday.... To... You.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will try to continue updating you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday lovestarmagic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3679949314908863083?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3679949314908863083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3679949314908863083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3679949314908863083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TB-MNpJ2stI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Y7S3DGHYydc/s72-c/stock-vector-vector-illustration-of-balloons-star-shaped-confetti-and-flags-decoration-ready-for-birthday-and-33255619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3440554194415441245</id><published>2010-06-19T21:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:10:36.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Few days ago,  teman-ed Clairebear to her interview.. She wanted someone to accompany her and since I had nothing to do on that day I followed. It's all the way in Mont Kiara, some Dutamas place.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The office is in a VERY new building.. Constructions are still going on.. When I was there I met a lot of rich tai tais having their lunch there. They were all so dressed up.. In flowery gowns and hair nicely permed.. I guess they should be living in the area.. Looking at the area made me want to live there as well.. Kiara Ville sounds like an awesome place to stay haha The condos looks awesome too! I wanna live there too! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something quite embarrassing.. Not gonna elaborate here but I'm sorry Claire! For asking you "How?" LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the same day I collected this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzO8IlNKtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/iBP7fEiTQCc/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484485978721430226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to be collecting two of it but when I was at the music store, the guy intro-ed to me Dragon Rider.. zzz So of course I bought it as well.. Sigh. But is all WORTH IT (: I hope! Some people don't understand why I am collecting them and not even opening them. Don't ask. I don't even know as well. Hmm, this reminds me of something I am reading recently.... Ok nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After collecting the goodies, Claire brought me to Otak-Otak Place.. A nice place to reminisce about childhood memories (: Because they have so many childhood games there! Back to when I was standard 5-6 hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzQU3S_8oI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Wnr5VMqgqZI/s1600/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzQU3S_8oI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Wnr5VMqgqZI/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484487503090020994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzQUuSaB3I/AAAAAAAAA8A/99R-g62L__c/s1600/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzQUuSaB3I/AAAAAAAAA8A/99R-g62L__c/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484487500671616882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzQUAahc6I/AAAAAAAAA74/yxNCiusXi0c/s1600/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzQUAahc6I/AAAAAAAAA74/yxNCiusXi0c/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484487488357626786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were all in a jar.. They have the guli, rubberband ropes, pick-up sticks and so many more.. I didn't take any pictures of it because we were sitting a bit far and awkward for me to be taking pictures there.. They even have the card games I used to play a LOT! Like this one! I loved playing this card game.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzVllzL63I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/XupukfPmtdI/s400/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484493288009100146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;They used to sell it in my primary school bookshop.. If I'm not wrong, they had Old Maid, something Donkey, and Happy Family! Ahh, I miss those games.... ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Had their otak--otak too which is PRETTY SMALL.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBza6v3a3AI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/32shzgLYb5I/s400/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484499149046602754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Gossip-gossip then we went for a lil shopping then head home.. One full day of satisfaction! Quite tiring.. Think I'm getting old.. Going for classes is like a chore too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Something off topic, since last Wednesday after class, I've been googling about something that really interest me A LOT. Never knew it's existence till recently. It scares the crap outta me to realise it now. And till today, my mind automatically thinks about it when I'm not thinking about something else. Every single day, I will be in the internet trying to look more information about it. I told some people about it and of course they don't believe it. haha I keep telling myself to not believe it and telling people I don't believe it, but I think I'm believing it more and more wtf. Worse part is I am actually afraid of all these kinda stuff but how come I'm drawn to find out more about it and reading about it? Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Curiousity kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3440554194415441245?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3440554194415441245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3440554194415441245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3440554194415441245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBzO8IlNKtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/iBP7fEiTQCc/s72-c/IMG_0762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2686536246504021790</id><published>2010-06-13T15:11:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:20:18.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! World Cup is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm not excited about it.. Just cheering for fun.. I'm not into football, but into the players.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaka from Brazil.. Saying his name out is like kinda laughing out loud "kakaka" -.- He plays for Brazil and he got that cute boy-ish face (: I loved him during the last World Cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTVKZ6xWGI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QWfHRbI26fQ/s1600/Kaka-Football-Player-Cool-Men-Haircuts-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTVKZ6xWGI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QWfHRbI26fQ/s400/Kaka-Football-Player-Cool-Men-Haircuts-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482241021149534306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok the next one is not my cup of tea but my cousin insist I put him up here... Hidetoshi Nakata, who plays for Japan.. And she requested to put a picture of him in his CKs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTY1RWwp6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/RDVu0sxN4Fo/s400/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482245056120268706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thinks he is damn hot.. I think four years ago, I did thought he was hot haha but not now.. I don't even know what I was thinking four years ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is Frank Lam pa.. rd.. He is not best looking one but he is one of the good looking ones and I've seen a few girls drooling over him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTbq9YX99I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rtUvQLZvvDU/s400/Frank-Lampard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482248177494521810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Steven Gerrard, the captain for England I think.. Quite good looking but he looks lost sometimes.. Especially this photo of him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTfL9RHAhI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/exoMCXRglTY/s400/Steven_Gerrard_5_Footballpictures.net.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482252042934616594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that is missing from 2010 world cup is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Beckham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so lost without him in World Cup.. It's like going for a Jay Chou concert without his piano, or playing football without the ball.. I know I don't make sense here but like I said, I'm not in to football, but the players.. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can find DB pictures in many different poses other than the players above.. Looking smoking hot with his half naked tattoo body while being bald! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBThFzcN_LI/AAAAAAAAA6g/USjXw2wUyhs/s400/david_beckham_simpsons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482254136240897202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;With clothes and hair on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTkW8R9lkI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lLOdGbEgtdw/s1600/david-beckham-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTkW8R9lkI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lLOdGbEgtdw/s400/david-beckham-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257729206457922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTk4IzpzCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/G2se3N83iU4/s1600/david-beckham-armani-underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sizzling hot, suit up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTldMjHFhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/044xqpy8mtE/s1600/davidbeckhamPA_843x1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTldMjHFhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/044xqpy8mtE/s400/davidbeckhamPA_843x1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482258936164193810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, with his underwear on LOL (Personally, I prefer men with boxers) I don't think you can find it in Lampard or Gerrard while looking hot like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTk4IzpzCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/G2se3N83iU4/s1600/david-beckham-armani-underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTk4IzpzCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/G2se3N83iU4/s400/david-beckham-armani-underwear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482258299504675874" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok I think I should stop.. Been googling DB pictures for too long.. So since all the football players I like are from England, I think I'm gonna support England for this World Cup 2010 just for fun! Maybe Argentina as well since they're good right? I even got an assignment about this year's World Cup and my task is to predict who is winning this year wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing off as an England fan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTnhgqePHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/icBu-UfdVjM/s400/IMG_0751%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482261209306512498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xoxo!&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/5990385756956490609-2686536246504021790?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2686536246504021790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2686536246504021790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2686536246504021790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010.html' title='World Cup 2010'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBTVKZ6xWGI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QWfHRbI26fQ/s72-c/Kaka-Football-Player-Cool-Men-Haircuts-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1161244228124903804</id><published>2010-06-11T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:22:53.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Found some interesting ads by Diesel.. Some quite true, some are just wtf? Here are some of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXkyKrpDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/l81jsfm_ucU/s400/stupid02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481188142195909682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXmLyI9tI/AAAAAAAAA5w/8aoEBbxh4TQ/s1600/stupid05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXmLyI9tI/AAAAAAAAA5w/8aoEBbxh4TQ/s400/stupid05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481188166252164818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXl4pLqtI/AAAAAAAAA5o/pDMPOG8v0vY/s1600/stupid04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXl4pLqtI/AAAAAAAAA5o/pDMPOG8v0vY/s400/stupid04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481188161114319570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXlMdxVhI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zb9J6cUWpOA/s1600/stupid03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXlMdxVhI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zb9J6cUWpOA/s400/stupid03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481188149255296530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I like the last quote most. Smart critiques, stupid creates. I know some people like that thinking that they are like oh-so-mighty smart and whatever that comes out from their mouth is something brilliant. Please. Just because you watch Discovery Channel more than me does not make you all that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading some of the comments (or rather critiques -.-)about this campaign ad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stupid campaign, I'm serious"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Strong Ideas, Gorgeous"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Smart Don't Buy Diesel, Stupid Do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Love it, nice humour"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If only they didn't use sweatshops"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf. Most companies uses sweatshops and it's everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nike, Disney, Guess?, The Gap, Banana Republic, Old Navy, Tommy Hilfiger, Reebok, Levi Straus, Liz Caliborne, Ralph Lauren, Mattel, Wal-Mart are all using sweatshops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know many people are against sweatshops because workers are made to work long hours with insufficient pay, tortured, and are working in dangerous conditions. But I believe there are benefits of sweatshops. I mean these workers are willing to work in sweatshops because they rather work there than being pushed to be a prostitute. Unemployment rates dropped significantly in countries like Bangladesh and Nepal.. Ok I don't think I want to say more here just in case there are some people who are against sweatshops... I'm not supporting sweatshops either but I just believe it can be improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you are against sweatshops then don't buy the brands I just mention or don't even go shopping! Cos there are more brands than that who uses sweatshops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bye!&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/5990385756956490609-1161244228124903804?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1161244228124903804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1161244228124903804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1161244228124903804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-stupid.html' title='Be Stupid'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBEXkyKrpDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/l81jsfm_ucU/s72-c/stupid02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5813103029966770820</id><published>2010-06-10T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:38:49.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far and How Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you tried waiting for something to happen but to no avail, it seems like it's not happening or it will or might never happen? What are the probabilities of that something to happen? (using the word "probabilities" because I just learned it from Stats class today ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you do? Do you wait? Or do you move on? Do you convince yourself to be patient?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you have crossed the patience line? Do you still continue to be patient? Or you quit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR you close one eye and wait for a sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBCV2ZZy2XI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/X9Twy0avX3w/s400/IMG_0738%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481045508274444658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm. xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-5813103029966770820?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5813103029966770820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-far-and-how-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5813103029966770820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5813103029966770820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-far-and-how-long.html' title='How Far and How Long'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TBCV2ZZy2XI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/X9Twy0avX3w/s72-c/IMG_0738%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4888388725401961844</id><published>2010-06-08T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:02:56.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week, Not So Bad Afterall</title><content type='html'>This week has been a "so far so good" week for me.. And hope it stays this way... Unless it wanna get better then go ahead! I want nothing worse than this week..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, Kwan Hoong asked whether we should go for lunch and collect out IELTS.. Was quite nervous to collect it.. Freaking scared to take results.. Sigh. So many what ifs and there's like tonnes of butterflies flying around my stomach.. As usual in SS15 it's difficult to get parking so he doubled park and we took turns to take the results. When I got upstairs to collect it, the Indian lady gave me the result paper.. I quickly grabbed it and folded it into half... Then dengan perlahan-lahan, pulling down the paper to reveal the results.. Like playing blackjack or something -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I passed my IELTS! So wanna show to Miss Chitra but she's not working anymore in ADP.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then on Tuesday which was today, had to collect my last Spring results.. wtf.. Result after result.. Just like American Idol haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even ONE subject I was confident at.. Biology, Chemistry, Anthropology, and Business Ethics.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science? Sooooo not my thing. Anthro = History? Sooooo not my thing. Business ETHICS? Dot dot dot.. This made me realise I'm not good at any of these subjects nor interested in them. But how come I am studying them? Sigh. Which also made me realise what am I gonna do after I graduate end of this year? Where should I work? What do I like to do? Ok, I shall save this for some other time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But TGIP!! (Thank God I Passed) hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passing subjects makes me happy,so I would know that I don't need to retake any of it and I am slowly moving forward to the finishing line of college life. I would start thinking about working life again when I am almost there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it will be a tough start working for the first few months because I will not earn much but I just cannot wait to earn my own money so I can do whatever I want with the money and I don't have to see people's face always showing off that they have money. Sometimes it's true.. Money equals power and when they have the power, they tend to forget about the every other thing that is more important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since money can do the talking, then let the money do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4888388725401961844?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4888388725401961844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-week-not-so-bad-afterall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4888388725401961844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4888388725401961844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-week-not-so-bad-afterall.html' title='This Week, Not So Bad Afterall'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8525195379199068697</id><published>2010-06-06T20:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:34:35.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MayBreak 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, this was on Save as Draft for weeks I think.. Supposed to finish writing this post but classes started and did not have time to finish it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anywayssss, this is it! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Kuantan for 3days 2nights trip with Vermo. It was a really budget to the max trip because we were poor to the max haha we stayed in Vistana Hotel and boy the toilet stinks to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, now I remember a funny story when we arrived at the hotel. HAHAHAH  thinking about it makes me wanna laugh out really loud! When we arrived at the hotel, the bellboy was being polite and asked us to put our luggages on to his trusty trolley so he could bring it up for us. So we put the bags down and he brought the bags up to our room. When we reach inside the room, the bellboy carried our bags up from the trolley and put in our room and he was like hanging in our room, hesitating, telling us everything is there etc etc, he stoned a while, said thank you, then he walked out of our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why he did that? Vermo then said OMG was he expecting tips? We're just students.. ahahahahaha omfg super funny! I don't really know how it works though but I think he was expecting tips from us that's why he looked like he did not want to leave just yet.. hahahaha usually when I stay in hotels is with my parents and all, and whether they give them tips or not I really don't know.. So embarrassing! Reminded me of Home Alone 2.. Even Kevin gave the bellboy a chewing gum! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAuVWMD7BLI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oTltwvUO9UI/s400/IMG_5445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479637580053677234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine staying there for 3 days and the fact that you need to face the bellboy......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After settling down, we went to visit my grandma a while.. Pass her some stuff and yet again she was going to have a mah jong session.. It never fails.. Her mah jong sessions are always 12.30pm to 5.45pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we head to the mini zoo to see mini animals.. -.- There were less than 10 animals around, they all look tiny and malnourished, sick, and bored..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAuZcJW4mLI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/FVXRQCRaFj4/s400/IMG_5456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479642080453630130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lil black bear has been around since I last came to Kuantan which was about years ago. I don't know is this the max they can grow... hmm... We saw a peacock, and loads of monkeys walking freely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we were so pumped up to conquer Panaroma Hill.. Woke up at 4am I think, got ready, and off to the hill. It was a pretty scary road.. Darkness and no ending straight road.. After an hour we finally reached. I did not take any pictures at all because it was so tiring to hike up the hill... We did not have proper hiking gears at all.. We were wearing slippers! I did not think it was this tough.. hmm.. Shall conquer it the next time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAudnqWi24I/AAAAAAAAA4o/irGR03Y1OXE/s1600/IMG_5473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAudnqWi24I/AAAAAAAAA4o/irGR03Y1OXE/s400/IMG_5473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479646676335647618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAudm3AJ67I/AAAAAAAAA4g/B3xBQFWm9f4/s1600/IMG_5469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAudm3AJ67I/AAAAAAAAA4g/B3xBQFWm9f4/s400/IMG_5469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479646662551530418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken halfway up the hill.. We could see the clouds and everything but not the top yet to see the sunrise. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to the hotel, ate breakfast, bathe and slept till evening!! Then off to the beach! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAue-wnuUuI/AAAAAAAAA4w/m7bcwULmnWg/s400/IMG_5479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479648172666933986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why/how my pictures turned out so.....sand-y? And what a coincidence since I'm at the beach? hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played the kite! Love kites! The wind was so strong, in one second the kite was up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAugOZR0ONI/AAAAAAAAA44/0Erhp01YPt4/s400/IMG_5501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479649540790565074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAugPHPKbjI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hI4jBgLWsw4/s1600/IMG_5545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAugPHPKbjI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hI4jBgLWsw4/s400/IMG_5545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479649553127468594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could lie at the beach and sleep till someone wake me up.. The sun was hiding, wind blowing, and no noise pollution from the people around.. Ahh, serenity... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pictures are all up on FB so kinda lazy to post it up here.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Definitely a short and quiet trip but Vermo, wait till I'm working first ok.. Save some money then we go on a proper holiday lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAui2-C8cjI/AAAAAAAAA5I/_xcLi8QHnsY/s1600/IMG_5562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAui2-C8cjI/AAAAAAAAA5I/_xcLi8QHnsY/s400/IMG_5562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479652436878324274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8525195379199068697?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8525195379199068697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybreak-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8525195379199068697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8525195379199068697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybreak-2010.html' title='MayBreak 2010'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAuVWMD7BLI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oTltwvUO9UI/s72-c/IMG_5445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-437733301376064853</id><published>2010-06-04T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:53:59.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Is Tired</title><content type='html'>I am so bloody tired right now.. My eyes could barely open at this very second..... but yet I must write how I am feeling today because I never had a whole full day class before in my entire life and I feel like dying. OMG how am I gonna work next time? And my full day class is ONLY ONCE A WEEK wtf and this week is the FIRST WEEK! I sound like a weakling haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the reason I feel so tired is because on Wednesday, I was summoned by the great lecturer to do a presentation the very next morning. FML or not.. Plus I had to find video about Christopher Columbus whom I barely knew.... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home started reading the rm87 text book that I had to buy right after class. By evening, started looking for videos and found quite a perfect one. Downloaded it. Completed. Opening it in the folder..... FAIL.... Windows restarting..... Please update your Windows..... Windows restarting.... Please update your windows.... wtfwtf ok I updated my windows but no it did not help.. Because I put the video on my desktop. So again, Windows restarting... Please update your windows..... And it went on for about 60 over times.. Die. Panic mode ON. Called the so-called Great One, he also went wtf wtf don't know what's going on. Called Doug and conclusion was to bring it over to him to reformat again. Sigh. Stupid laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must fail me during my critical moment of life and death of my future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention, the lecturer called me to ask me meet her up at 8 in the morning? zzz. Had to face the jam... yadayadayada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet again, another bad week for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Argued with mum and she's not talking with me now. Whatever. I still think it's not my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Presentation on the first week second day of class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My poor and SAME toe got blood clogged again cos I hit my toe, again. wtf. The new nail have not even grow properly yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Some little things has changed in parts of my life but I hope it is for the best because little things can create bigger things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  My laptop failed me, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Affecting my mood because it is the TIME of the month *screams*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Daniel Wu is not divorced yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a miracle or something. Sobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-437733301376064853?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/437733301376064853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-is-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/437733301376064853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/437733301376064853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-is-tired.html' title='I Is Tired'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1265962048784203448</id><published>2010-05-31T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:03:20.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh, Summer Semester</title><content type='html'>It's exactly 12am now and exactly 12 hours later, I will be in American Civilization class. Summer semester is here and class has started! Boo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still very much in holiday mood and quite dreading this semester because short semester means one subject twice a week and for this semester, I have classes everysingleshittyday. Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is worse is when I am going back to class tomorrow, I'll be expecting a spoonful of frustration, a pinch of stress, and a bowl of wtfs. It's my 4th and last year but nothing has ever improved in the management. Every beginning of semester, students gets unnecessary stress because of stupid people. And I just have to deal with it like it is a necessity in my life. wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to worry for my results too. FML really. Why am I not born smart? How come I know some people who do not study at all but when comes to exams they ace in flying colours? I study my butt off and I'm just hoping to pass it wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough rant, time for some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I just saw this group page in Facebook. C.L.A.S.S = Come Late and Start Sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That applies during high school, now? Nobody does that anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1265962048784203448?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1265962048784203448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh-summer-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1265962048784203448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1265962048784203448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh-summer-semester.html' title='Sigh, Summer Semester'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-844627037606712791</id><published>2010-05-30T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:33:46.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Little World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unicorns &amp;amp; Rainbows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunshine &amp;amp; Stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess those are the words that portray a beautiful, naive, no-worries little perfect world. And many people would say it is dumb to think there is even a perfect world. I do not believe in a &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; world or even a perfect person, but I believe we can always try to be better and to live in a &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt; world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes, some little moments in life feels like we're IN a perfect world. Small moments like hanging out with your mum on a Sunday evening, having silly moments with the other half, or even hanging out with your bffs. Although that moment might lasted for 5 minutes or even 5 seconds, it felt like forever and at that moment, you have forgotten what you were worrying before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I would wish for these moments to never end and never stop coming. I guess somewhere deep inside of me wants to live in a perfect world even though it does not exist =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So can we not believe in something but yet we want it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAFPndfJf8I/AAAAAAAAA4I/r37lX7zTwp0/s400/3205572737_732edd6921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476746161208000450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will there be dark clouds over pretty little things all the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-844627037606712791?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/844627037606712791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-little-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/844627037606712791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/844627037606712791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-little-world.html' title='Perfect Little World'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/TAFPndfJf8I/AAAAAAAAA4I/r37lX7zTwp0/s72-c/3205572737_732edd6921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-707701548176359733</id><published>2010-05-26T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:15:01.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So pissed right now I can punch you so hard you will die. Or at least in coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so difficult just to watch the tv at home. And it's not even because everyone got a specific show to watch at a specific time wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I walked in to the tv room, the tv is on but no one is watching it. When I switched the channel? All I get is.. "Hey I am watching it.....!" or "So rude!! How can you just switch the channel!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You are not even in the tv room. And once you found out I changed the channel you come running in and make a scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Your eyes are on the laptop so what the fuck show are you watching? Continue with your Farmville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not (really) pissed because I did not get to catch my drama because I can watch it anytime, any day as it is on repeat everyday but it's your attitude which pisses me off. OK since you said you're watching the tv, I walked back to my room and on Facebook. Ooo, guess what? **** **** just posted a video, **** **** is working hard on expanding their Horse Stable and wants to share some parts in Farmville! - 1 minute ago. wtf. or pm-ing me asking me to send you a Harness or a brick on Farmville. I'm so gonna delete FARMVILLE application soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you start telling me "It is the term multi-tasking. U must possess this talent to survive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/7 farmvilling. You can never imagine how **** **** is addicted to Farmville. It would pisses **** **** off if we forgotten to pay the streamyx bill and we have no internet connection because there will be no access to Farmville.&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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_06AUgIUcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_eP_2BGQLKU/s400/Fuck+FV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EMO I CANNOT WATCH MY DRAMA NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oxox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-707701548176359733?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/707701548176359733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/idiot-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/707701548176359733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/707701548176359733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/idiot-box.html' title='The Idiot Box'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_06AUgIUcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_eP_2BGQLKU/s72-c/Fuck+FV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4513640011332158863</id><published>2010-05-22T23:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:41:50.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Lalang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Last Thursday morning I went to Broga Hills again! I thought it would be much easier since I went before (last year) but noooo, it was tougher and I pancit earlier than the last time wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gABmAUUJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/EbO3NlkEXwo/s400/IMG_5353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It felt so difficult to climb it for the second time and I kept feeling I was gonna just PASS OUT.. At least I managed to catch the sunrise since that is the purpose right.. The company for this trip was vary.. I went with a Hummer, Land Rover, Truck, and a Tow Truck... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hummer - Rodson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Land Rover - Tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Truck - Kwan Hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tow Truck - Peng Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kancil - Me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hummer because he was going up the hill without the need to stop for air or even water -.- Land Rover because he was cool like that going up the hill, Truck because.... it is a truck going up hill hahaha It kept overheating and the tires were totally punctured.. It had to be stopped at the side of the road.. Luckily a tow truck was there for him (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Halfway to the first hill, Kwan Hoong asked us to continue the quest without him because he cannot feel his legs and he will catch up later.. So we decided to continue our journey to the west! Leaving him with Peng Hong.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Once I reach the first hill, I felt like vomiting... Cold sweat and dizziness came along -.- I guess the Kancil was overused.. haha so I just sat there and watch the sunrise from the first hill while the other two went up to the second and third hill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gCnxvdXeI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qw8hsyDMXGE/s400/IMG_5307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;B-E-A-U-tiful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gElyJtHiI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MtJYjOpPdmE/s400/IMG_5337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474130394232987170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Later on when Hummer and Land Rover came back down to the first hill, the Truck and Tow Truck arrived! hahaha dear Truck, if you're reading this, kudos to you for not giving up! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Apparently he said an uncle going up the hill sorta gave him the motivation to continue.. Mind you, an old uncle.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Took a break then off to second hill.. Could not really feel my legs but just pushed myself up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gFWs6EzFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/OkEQzXJme7s/s400/IMG_5369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474131234638842962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gEmUVBbzI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ZiRGflFSArk/s400/IMG_5327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474130403407261490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;There were a lot of bees I tell you.. Flying here and there and some bit my hands.. Not only a lot of bees, but humans too.. On a Thursday! And when it comes to weekend, it looks like a mini concert on the hill! Best time to go is still during the weekdays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gIcgqORUI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Zro1vtk3riw/s1600/IMG_5366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gIcgqORUI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Zro1vtk3riw/s400/IMG_5366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474134632965227842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Going down was a torture too.. My toes hurt like f*** because of the pressure of going down a hill.. My shoes was a totel goner too.. The whole layer at the bottom of my shoe came off.. haha can even see my socks! zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gIdc_m31I/AAAAAAAAA34/gJzNkYCg8BA/s400/IMG_5391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474134649161047890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;After Broga we went to Kajang for satay then head home.. It was like a relieve to reach home.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Broga anytime soon? I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;xoxo.&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/5990385756956490609-4513640011332158863?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4513640011332158863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/land-of-lalang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4513640011332158863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4513640011332158863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/land-of-lalang.html' title='Land of Lalang'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_gABmAUUJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/EbO3NlkEXwo/s72-c/IMG_5353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2660859554473000867</id><published>2010-05-20T01:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:32:23.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Single Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually wanted to share a video on this bunch of 8-9 year old girls who were dancing to Beyonce's Single Ladies which caused a big controversy in US right now but it was taken out in youtube due to some copyright shit..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It caused a big controversy because they are only 8-9 year old little girls but many have commented that they are little girls but only wearing skimpy clothing and bad parenting. But the girls are really good at dancing! They were bumping and grinding as well which made everyone felt that it was wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was talking about the issue with Monnie on MSN because she had to work late in the office. I told her that maybe I was too amazed by the way they dance, I kinda overlooked at what they wearing and all.. Monnie said they are a lot of pedos out there and the world is not safe so it's kinda inappropriate to be wearing like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they still have not taken it down watch it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuhBckMfhYQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ABC interviewed their parents too.. Click&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9I86MEycPs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna watch the interview from their parents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I can say is that they are TALENTED.. But even Beyonce was wearing more cloth than them in the video..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wanted to blog something to pass time cos I'm bored now.. Currently watching She's The Man haha funny show! Fav quote from the movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Girls with asses like mine, do not talk to boys with faces like yours"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HILARIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2660859554473000867?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2660859554473000867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-single-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2660859554473000867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2660859554473000867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-single-ladies.html' title='All The Single Ladies'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1117806306597673592</id><published>2010-05-19T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:52:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C u soon, CJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week we had a farewell dinner for CJ because he is leaving to UK for studies for four months. Not long not short. But we'll definitely miss him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had buffet dinner at Saisaki which cost us rm55 per person.. The food was not bad..&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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_PttAhI89I/AAAAAAAAA14/ac1K1pL6AfA/s400/IMG_5096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first thing I took and ate was the oysters.. Yummy.. They had Japanese food, Thai, and Chinese food.. They don't have Baskin Robbins or Haagen Dazs ice creams but the Paddle Pop ones and the normal ice cream haha but all in all the food is still great.. The main star was late because he lost his way.. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PICTURES TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_Pw1oB4SYI/AAAAAAAAA2A/EjajSZuFJdc/s400/IMG_5117.JPG" /&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_Pw2FoubdI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xDFn9UFnIBw/s400/IMG_5136.JPG" /&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_Pw2h7fIrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dS41gm5iUVU/s400/IMG_5203.JPG" /&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_Pw3aT1MCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/w6woImHt2LA/s400/IMG_5202.JPG" /&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_PzCZ0pM9I/AAAAAAAAA2g/Dt2d54lT_0U/s400/IMG_5151.JPG" /&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_PzC23gLNI/AAAAAAAAA2o/j9a88k-28Qc/s400/IMG_5131.JPG" /&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_PzDYkK1-I/AAAAAAAAA2w/PlLDbyoYB4c/s400/IMG_5205.JPG" /&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_PzD2-1t5I/AAAAAAAAA24/8sdy3hcu1Hs/s400/IMG_5208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was definitely a good farewell cum gathering with everyone.. Even met two old schoolmates who are the at the above picture.. I don't know whether you will read this or not CJ but take really good care of yourself in Liverpool and have an awesome time there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_QXBKEaNyI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dKepOXeuEeo/s400/IMG_5178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll miss you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1117806306597673592?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1117806306597673592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/c-u-soon-cj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1117806306597673592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1117806306597673592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/c-u-soon-cj.html' title='C u soon, CJ'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_PttAhI89I/AAAAAAAAA14/ac1K1pL6AfA/s72-c/IMG_5096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2345938441285719094</id><published>2010-05-16T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:51:45.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's In The... Genes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what they say about the genes and heredity where the genes of certain traits are passed down in families from parents to children and etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_ARrRGQmvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/J0OxyXQ2-uo/s400/testing.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like for example.. ME. I got my skin colour, eyes, nose, mouth, HEIGHT, from my dad's side.. They are all tan, big noses and eyes, thick lips, and SHORT.. Sometimes I wish I get a lil from my mum.. Maybe her fair skin.. or her chinese eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, today we brought Hiro to the vet because he was not feeling well.. And apparently, Hiro has skin allergies and he cannot eat chicken flavoured food or treats.. wtf.. My family (grandma, uncles, aunties, dad) had a history of sensitive skin and skin allergies and they passed it on to me and now Hiro has it too?? Wow.. Some family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_AThdy8sqI/AAAAAAAAA1w/cie3JBovWdw/s400/14769_200117033167_524278167_3013219_4587687_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jie jie still love you, Hiro.. I feel we are so much closer now as we have another common problem.. ;'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today Hiro took the longest bath ever! 3 hours! He smells so good now.. But once after rain or a few days later he will stink again... How I wish he can be in the house so he won't get smelly easily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2345938441285719094?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2345938441285719094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-in-genes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2345938441285719094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2345938441285719094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-in-genes.html' title='It&apos;s In The... Genes?'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S_ARrRGQmvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/J0OxyXQ2-uo/s72-c/testing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5973395242509490194</id><published>2010-05-15T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:38:21.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball with Bruises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I forgot I had a blog haha or maybe just pure laziness but finding excuses to why I did not update here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my Spring Final Examination week, Jesslyn was telling me she was going for baseball in One U.. On Finals week! She said she wanted to de-stress then study like hell for the paper the next day.. haha anyway, smart girl like her no need to worry! On the other hand, I have to bury myself in to the biological world to memorize every single shit because reading the bio notes feels like I'm learning Spanish or something.. *Please pray for me that I will pass my Bio and Chem paper.. I don't want to retake........*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been wanting to try the baseball thingy in One U, so I told Alwin Yu I wanted to play baseball after finals to let go off the exam stress week by hitting every single ball!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S-7KPXxm37I/AAAAAAAAA1I/aob7UlHB6OE/s400/IMG_5034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just have to stand in the box, right hander on the left box, left hander on the right box.. And the ball will be shooting out from the machine every 7 seconds once we insert the token.. Super fun and awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For RM3 per token, we get 15 balls.. Later on we took the home run which is rm40.. The home run is where the balls keeps shooting out for half an hour and all we got to do is just hit the ball.. It was really tiring after a while.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S-7N9GC54LI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/htjwGWPez_I/s400/IMG_5036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The boys with the baseball bats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was quite a good exercise but needs more training or else it would be such a waste if we keep hitting air balls.. and definitely need to learn to hold the bat the right way if not... it would be just bruises and blisters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S-7PGIIfIhI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JvU6Wu8YjqI/s400/32204_394746483167_524278167_4037755_935632_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S-7PGkeB8gI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Fyb9ZD89oAk/s400/32204_394746488167_524278167_4037756_5099076_n.jpg" /&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;i&gt;Just like these. Cut on the wrist and blueblack booboo on the side.. fml&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will update more soon!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s//i just realised i forgot to take a picture of myself during the baseball.. i have no proof that i really went for baseball wtf hahaha next time i must remember to camwhore for a bit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-5973395242509490194?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5973395242509490194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/baseball-with-bruises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5973395242509490194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5973395242509490194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/05/baseball-with-bruises.html' title='Baseball with Bruises'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S-7KPXxm37I/AAAAAAAAA1I/aob7UlHB6OE/s72-c/IMG_5034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4794508860613983711</id><published>2010-04-27T00:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:33:21.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Week</title><content type='html'>The last week of April seems to be really sucky for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Finals is this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I think I just screwed up my Business Ethics paper this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I found out my driving license died on January, May is arriving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Dad is getting old and grumpy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Random pimples are growing on my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My laptop is still giving me problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Daniel Wu is married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOBS SOBS SOBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4794508860613983711?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4794508860613983711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4794508860613983711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4794508860613983711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-week.html' title='Bad Week'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4536881511473398356</id><published>2010-04-20T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:42:40.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>i hate feeling helpless&lt;div&gt;but i can't do anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because there's no way to fix this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never thought this would happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that is why they always say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never say never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything might be going alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is they are actually hiding the truth from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you're dealing with other issues too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it might not matter to anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it matters like hell to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one to call out for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one can help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the poor little you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4536881511473398356?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4536881511473398356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/helpless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4536881511473398356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4536881511473398356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-6230905143244148725</id><published>2010-04-18T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:13:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busee Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank God Spring semester is ending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like every week I have to hand in an assignment or prepare for quiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had my last presentation yesterday and now is time to prepare for my final exams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends were never weekends to me. People would be chilling but not for me. Tons of things to do which I do not like it AT ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want this to be over ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8wCa4FuhMI/AAAAAAAAA1A/DqPK604ll3I/s400/25382_386438263167_524278167_3865903_4116058_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461743108849829058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never knew it exist. Hit me like a ray of sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-6230905143244148725?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6230905143244148725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/busee-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6230905143244148725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6230905143244148725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/busee-bee.html' title='Busee Bee'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8wCa4FuhMI/AAAAAAAAA1A/DqPK604ll3I/s72-c/25382_386438263167_524278167_3865903_4116058_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-6333905052587793313</id><published>2010-04-12T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:51:37.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8LZTfP9PJI/AAAAAAAAA04/Dcnx0TZ8RYk/s1600/turtle+332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8LZTfP9PJI/AAAAAAAAA04/Dcnx0TZ8RYk/s400/turtle+332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459164627155631250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love staring outside the window. Or maybe just staring at something without thinking about anything. To simplify it, dreaming. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the view from my classroom on Thursdays. It was going to rain. Lighting and thunder were rumbling every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can even see my old house. The peach one. Or is it pink colour? It's quite obvious. Not those pink roof though.. Sigh. I miss my neighbourhood (except the stupid robbers and snatch thieves! If is not because of all of you, I might still be staying here) I don't know how many times I witness all these snatch thieves and robbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially that row in my house. People used that road to walk across to Summit, take the bus, and so on. Every single day, you will hear stories about someone got snatched of their handbags and so on on that street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember there was one night, when my grandpa woke up in the middle of the night to pee. It was his habit to walk to the window and just look outside after he went to the toilet. That night, he saw a tall and skinny man trying to open my dad's car. Grandpa quickly hit the window to ring the alarm in order to frightened that man. But no, he was STILL TRYING his luck to open the damn door. My mum went to the balcony and shouted at him haha the man turnaround and shouted back at my mum. "Tiu nya sing, fan lei ge gao lah." In translation, go back to sleep lah you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad (SUPER BLUR after waking up like this) took his parang and baseball bat and ran out the house to chase him. The man quickly ran away. Dad tried to chase him but he went in to some alley which we stop him because we don't know whether there are more of these motherfuckers hiding in the alley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was another incident, where I was standing at the balcony looking outside and my mum and brother was outside standing at the opposite park. A man was walking minding his own business when two motorbike came and just punch that man and start searching in that man's pocket for money. My mum and brother was so afraid they wanted to run back in the house but the motorbikes were there. So I shouted at my mum to run back up the park. I tell you, that was the scariest shit ever watching my mum and brother standing there helplessly. And I shouted "OI" at the motorbike dudes. seriously what's wrong with me. As if I can fight them all. Anyway they rode off and the man picked up his leftover of his takeaway and walk back home. I guess that was my mum's last straw of wanting to stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen all these stupid shits for countless times and I never want it to happen to me, my family, and especially my friends. I remember walking to Summit with my neighbour Kim and her parents and a motorbike dude was robbing a lady's phone. That lady did not want to let go her phone! That motherfucker kept kicking the lady's stomach. Then Kim's dad ran towards her and wanting to help but when the motherfucker saw, he rode off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were like living in fear. Don't know when will it be our turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please be careful my dear friends! And go rot in hell you motherfuckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-6333905052587793313?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6333905052587793313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6333905052587793313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6333905052587793313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-outside.html' title='Look Outside'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8LZTfP9PJI/AAAAAAAAA04/Dcnx0TZ8RYk/s72-c/turtle+332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-7256821950799559390</id><published>2010-04-10T17:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:16:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My laptop seriously is giving me problems. First it offs itself every two hours, then it decided to shut down an hour earlier. Brought the laptop to Dr. Douglas to reformat it. Came back and everything seems fine until today, it decided not to ON for me. I want a new one!!! MacBukuPro? hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayyyyy I wanna write about my orang asli trip! That way, many many many years later, I can read back and remember this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was for my Anthropology class thingy. We had to choose an orang asli village to visit and record a video out of it by asking them questions like their beliefs, traditions, culture, customs, their work life and etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My group had 8 people inside including me and we cannot go to the same village with the rest of the groups in class. So I don't know howwww but we ended up deciding to go to Jerantut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how far or long was it to go to Jerantut until I google-d it. It was a 3 hour drive! OMG. We had to take two cars. And we met in college at 6am. I was so excited for the trip I did not sleep at all. Plus I'm the one who drove to Jerantut. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only it was a 3 hour drive to Jerantut town, we had to drive another one hour to the jetty to take a sampan ride to the orang asli. SAMPAN. omg. Frightened the hell out of me when my group mate told me we had to take a sampan to the destination. I do not know how to swim and I don't feel safe in/on water. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8BB9XQXy1I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0KjaMH4Hj-Q/s400/IMG_4629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458435270843550546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So low right.. It's like sitting on the water... Imagine 8 of us plus the Pegawai from the Orang Asli department and the sampan dude, on this sampan. When I sat on the wooden plank, it felt like I was sitting on the water. Summore halfway the journey to the village, the sampan didn't move because the waves were strong and the sampan just couldn't move at all...... Panic gila.. The sampan dude frightened us summore.. He said "Uh oh, tak boleh gerak.. Tolak!!" I really pushed the sampan with my ass.. but everyone else was laughing thinking it was funny because the sampan didn't move. wtf. When the waves chilled, the sampan moved again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, it was only a 10-15 minutes sampan ride hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8BE_8P-BiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/IXlCie7z39M/s400/IMG_4640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458438613668595234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we reached the village! There was only a few houses on the village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8BFAawwWMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/1dqLZN9v6ks/s400/IMG_4645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458438621859174594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8BFA9dDReI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6Zi4nzBZnCU/s400/IMG_4682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458438631171769826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told us to build a home takes three to four days and if is only a hut, it takes half a day. And the women are the ones who build the houses and men only need to prepare the tools. Girl Power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The orang asli showed us how to make fire using the traditional way. Super amazing that one. Then he asked us to try the "sumpit" which is something like a blowpipe weapon. Soooo reminded me of Russell Peters and his KFC joke. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we wanted to take pictures with the orang asli kids they ran away! Shy!  So we had to like chase them -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this trip I learned a lot about them. They do not look like Malaysians at all. They totally look African. Curly hair and really tan skin. Well they are call the Negritos. So I guessed they were all kinda forced to be orang Melayu because they told us they used to eat pork. And before we left, we asked them what changes do they want in their lives and they said they want a school for them because when they go to the school at the town, the Malay kids laughed and teased them for being orang asli kids. wtf. The orang asli kids were shy so they quit school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the head chief in the village called them all and we took a nice group picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8Brn4hAe_I/AAAAAAAAA0w/1sXh6t3TKRs/s400/IMG_4728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458481081302940658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiring but super fun trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-7256821950799559390?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/7256821950799559390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/original-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7256821950799559390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7256821950799559390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/04/original-people.html' title='Original People'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S8BB9XQXy1I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0KjaMH4Hj-Q/s72-c/IMG_4629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2620087504886375617</id><published>2010-03-31T13:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:03:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My G*ee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so in the mood last night to blog but once enter blogger.com, server down. wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have no mood to write about my Orang Asli trip... zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall postpone it again and I found this picture I find it funny hahaha more like eww?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S7LjxT3uLlI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aJbz4dCFikQ/s400/18541_243256221060_643256060_4933355_3837699_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454672534986174034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. Imagine the Uni decided to run a DNA test and called out the culprit in an assembly or something. hahaha so embarrassing. But this is my first time seeing this kind of notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what/who is coming back.....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S7Lka7wGneI/AAAAAAAAA0I/45HDZ1HKA8I/s400/24938_383126762043_55482772043_3693569_309186_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454673250066275810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUE SYLVESTER IS BACK. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my guy friends are enjoying Glee. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next target to tell me he enjoyed Glee is Alwin Yu. hahahaha he's currently watching now and hopefully I don't catch him singing along with Mr. Shue. LOL *thong-a-thong-thong-thong*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's how J sees it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outstanding. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2620087504886375617?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2620087504886375617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-gee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2620087504886375617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2620087504886375617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-gee.html' title='Oh My G*ee'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S7LjxT3uLlI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aJbz4dCFikQ/s72-c/18541_243256221060_643256060_4933355_3837699_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5626848784122942970</id><published>2010-03-28T18:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:49:32.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Train Your Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is there no such movie? haha condamnfirm all the ladies will WATCH that movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, How To Train Your Dragon was awesome! Think it will be better with 3D cos there's a lot of scenes involving flying from high places. It was a funny movie and I feel like getting a dragon as a pet now.. I want a Night Fury.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S68utlLqgZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/u5evDRJRtIg/s400/tameyourdragonx-topper-medium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiccup &amp;amp; Night Fury&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ooooh, the other day as I was walking inside One U from the parking lot, One U was freaking smelly! It was like smelling poison gas or something. As I walk further, the smell was HORIBBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S68vkd8MWkI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wz2Ete4pX3A/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Darkness and all the workers wearing mask. Apparently they had a small fire but I don't think it's a small one though. I heard my mum reading the news on newspaper the next day but I sort of forgot about the whole story now. haha The popcorn counter was in darkness, the televisions hanging on top of the ticket counters were gone too. Heard the bowling alley had to close down too. Guess the smell won't go away for some time because it is such a closed area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S68ybpObD4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Pr5a5W7Z1GU/s400/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453633124273164162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At some place I ate. The food is still awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahh, so lazy to blog these days. So many assignments to do! Nearly everyweek I have to hand in something, or study something for quiz. Why is this semester so CRAZY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cannot wait for my holidayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tired and tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo.&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/5990385756956490609-5626848784122942970?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5626848784122942970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-train-your-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5626848784122942970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5626848784122942970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-train-your-man.html' title='How To Train Your Man'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S68utlLqgZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/u5evDRJRtIg/s72-c/tameyourdragonx-topper-medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2662673637123200090</id><published>2010-03-22T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:45:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Greenzone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I watched Alice in Wonderland and Greenzone and although I love both movies, I think I preferred Greenzone more. hoho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just loveee this kinda BOY movie.. Action packed! Soldiers! Awesome! Last Saturday, the class was as usual, boring like fuck, the two guys sat in front of me was watching Transformers 2. Of course I joined in to watch as well. Mr. JosephLiew asked If "I Was A Boy~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, got girls like this kinda movie one ok. He added that when I was young, I was playing with Robots or Barbie? hahahaha ok I obviously played with Barbie but when I played with my brother of course I play with the robots! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice in Wonderland was awesome as well because the movie was so COLOURFUL! Damn nice! And Johnny Depp as Mad Hatter! Awesome! I lovee the Red Queen as well hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching Alice, I spent my whole weekend watching Disney cartoons -.- From Cinderella to Sleeping Beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I had an awesome time with the ji muis back from high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S6ePvSJqbQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0VWuXZbSHEc/s400/24945_375986079140_663539140_3862561_6237649_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day with blurness, funnyness, and awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for next round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&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&gt;p.s//will miss you rynz caryn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2662673637123200090?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2662673637123200090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-greenzone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2662673637123200090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2662673637123200090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-greenzone.html' title='Alice in Greenzone'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S6ePvSJqbQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0VWuXZbSHEc/s72-c/24945_375986079140_663539140_3862561_6237649_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2264219004089721019</id><published>2010-03-17T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:52:27.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gagalicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S6Bs6kMJYpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FByDjC1R7FA/s1600-h/3ECE10583C4A7AC0D2F94D94C582FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S6Bs6kMJYpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FByDjC1R7FA/s400/3ECE10583C4A7AC0D2F94D94C582FB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449475302521135762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word. Awesome. Love the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see many people hatin' it and lovin' it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some even question Beyonce why is she acting young like Gaga? wtf. or why is Lady Gaga weird and all. wtf. I think YOU got no taste. That's what entertainers' do! Entertain people! Entertain me!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Different people different opinion right? So I shall just keep it to myself rather than putting people down in my blog. Who cares anyway.. I LOVE IT! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog about my Orang Asli trip last weekend soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2264219004089721019?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2264219004089721019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/gagalicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2264219004089721019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2264219004089721019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/gagalicious.html' title='Gagalicious'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S6Bs6kMJYpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FByDjC1R7FA/s72-c/3ECE10583C4A7AC0D2F94D94C582FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3813286121615597345</id><published>2010-03-16T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:20:55.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunty Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this on Facebook and I laughed so hard! So freaking funnyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Must Watch! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7o7JGj8bz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7o7JGj8bz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3813286121615597345?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3813286121615597345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunty-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3813286121615597345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3813286121615597345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunty-driver.html' title='Aunty Driver'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5591566904155703804</id><published>2010-03-15T19:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:43:00.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A What??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After reading my emails, the hotmail page went to the MSN homepage and I clicked on the link that reads, "Before They Were Famous: Celebrity Odd Jobs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have Lady Gaga and Channing Tatum who used to be strippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54X5qK51RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/I79jrHj616g/s1600-h/3AE96DB1EC3FF16A7872CC7C9F5D46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54X5qK51RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/I79jrHj616g/s400/3AE96DB1EC3FF16A7872CC7C9F5D46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448818878504883474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54X5ZGWxNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BXKkDTpGzb8/s1600-h/A2DE29E8B2C4A83415E9FBC4717938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54X5ZGWxNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BXKkDTpGzb8/s400/A2DE29E8B2C4A83415E9FBC4717938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448818873922405586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems ok that they are strippers. It does not surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have P. Diddy who used to be a toilet cleaner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54Y3nPK4pI/AAAAAAAAAyw/OLJCoYvu6u8/s400/84AC8D7B28ABF6F18850A09735AC33.jpg" /&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. Diddy a toilet cleaner? This one is quite hard to believe because I thought we was born rich or something. He even said he was the best bathroom cleaner that ever was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jay Chou, a waiter. Ok this is normal. Nothing much to talk about. He was suppose to go Taiwan's compulsory military service but a sport injury stopped him from doing it. I wonder if he purposely get hurt to escape military service hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54aHoS9oTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/M5yFOgfSWVE/s400/901BF61136A7FF4E8323DDFBFA24FA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kanye West was a sales assistant at The Gap. So him right? Since he loves fashion to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54aIFM4OAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/tXGnvAzWOVY/s400/F9C360AFBDA1C3EDAB4EC86B5F267F.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the most shocking of all celebrities "ODD JOB" is............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louis Koo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54bxoxJjsI/AAAAAAAAAzI/3HSoeIzLeO0/s400/0217414D5B4A9B1AF49CA8ED7FE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He used to be a gangster. Seems ok to you? Gangster only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to the website, it says that Louis Koo used to be a womanizing triad member who frequented to bars nearly every night, just like those typical gangster Hong Kong movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND AND AND....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Louis Koo who did not have a proper education was in JAIL for TWO years for committing ROBBERY. wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did not know about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I the only one who knows about this like, NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gees. xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5990385756956490609-5591566904155703804?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5591566904155703804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5591566904155703804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5591566904155703804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/what.html' title='A What??'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S54X5qK51RI/AAAAAAAAAyo/I79jrHj616g/s72-c/3AE96DB1EC3FF16A7872CC7C9F5D46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8470456103523152811</id><published>2010-03-10T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:56:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Mr.Malay Neighbour</title><content type='html'>I don't know his name. =/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall name him Mr. M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few days my dad told me Mr. M passed away. And I thought my dad was joking. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because it was funny. It was because my dad said it with a smile. NOT a happy smile. But a shocked smile which I did not get it at first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought he would passed away... so young. He was only at his late 30s, and I would consider his family a young family because his wife is a pretty and young school teacher, four small kids under 12, and the youngest one just learned how to walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I was shocked is because my dad only found out about it last Sunday when Mr. M's workers was hanging around his house. Then the worker told my dad. Mr. M actually passed away on the 5th day of Chinese New Year....... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's like a month ago and we only knew about it. wtf. I FEEL LIKE SUCH A BAD NEIGHBOUR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, Mrs. M said that Mr. M went for a futsal game with his friends then he came home at night feeling tired. So he lay down to rest on the bench outside his house beside his new pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he never woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing this down makes me teary. Sigh. We were definitely not close, but we did talk once in a while. He would always make small conversations with me whenever I'm outside. He would ask which college I go to every time he sees me. -.- He would try asking Hiro to sit in BM (duduk!). And that would make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. M said that when she found her husband laying unconscious, she thought of asking our help but we were all not at home. We were eating dinner in my aunty's place which we did not even want to go. So she called her husband's workers to send him to the hospital. (Mr. M and his workers are very close like brothers. They always hang around at his garden.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he was already dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His workers also said before he passed away, he actually traveled around here and everywhere to visit all his old friends. Like he knew he had to do something before it's too late. They also said Mr. M scolded them lesser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how Mrs. M is gonna deal with her four kids because her four kids are REALLY a noisy bunch. And her kids still do not know that their dad has left. I still do not know what cause him to die just like that. And I don't think I dare to ask Mrs. M..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me miss my old neighbours in USJ2. I have a really good neighbour friend on my left house who would wake me up to school whenever she don't see my room lights on in the morning during high school. She would shake the string that I hung a bell on it, across our windows. Then on my right, I have a funny neighbour friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, on my right hand side neighbour, we are like enemies. We don't talk or acknowledge each other. And it was all because of a silly argument. wtf. There's one time I said, "Hi Aunty" to that neighbour, and she ignored me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think I'm gonna miss her as much as Mr. M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&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/5990385756956490609-8470456103523152811?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8470456103523152811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-mrmalay-neighbour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8470456103523152811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8470456103523152811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-mrmalay-neighbour.html' title='RIP Mr.Malay Neighbour'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5030901364485786062</id><published>2010-03-07T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:42:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Horrible, but Entertaining = SHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, actually I did not want to name the title with the word Horrible, but I need something that means bad that starts with H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday my aunty uncle yi ma ku che came over for dinner and after dinner I was sitting in the tv room watching GLEE (: Then my aunty came over and asked me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aunty: Eh, glee glee glee -.- Wanna go SHE concert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jadey: When? Tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aunty: Now lah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jadey: But.. it's already going to be 9 o'clock and I haven't bathe yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aunty: Aiya.. I got VIP tickets. Sure got seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that's how I went for SHE concert. Took a shower then off to watch SHE in Bukit Jalil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S5OMfWn54hI/AAAAAAAAAyY/aI1dJAZEqss/s400/26694_326273817623_253450937623_4049382_79401_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obviously we arrived late. They already started dancing and changed don't know how many costumes already. We were sitting quite near to the stage. Sigh. How I wish it was a Jay Chou concert or something. So near the stage! I'm not a fan of SHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The songs were alright but no offence, I really really really hate the way Selina talks. OMG. You know, that acting cute voice? So annoying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Throughout the concert, I don't know any of their songs except when they sang Jay Chou's songs like An Jing and Jian Dan Ai (: Then Hebe sang a Faye Wong song which I LOVE but don't know the title because I heard it from a TVB show... So to sum it up, I went for SHE concert, not knowing any of their songs, and only know other singer's songs they sang. wtf. oh, I know their last two songs! Which was Say You'll Remember and the Destiny's Child Brown Eyes song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love their voice and all, and I used to listen to their songs few years back. I did not think of them as annoying until yesterday. Maybe I grew up or they have not grown up. Or maybe they are just doing their job. Entertaining the teenagers' age group. Sobs I'm old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I came back, my 17 year old brother asked me whether I saw his friends in the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Well, they all look like your friends, boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-5030901364485786062?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5030901364485786062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/simply-horrible-but-entertaining-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5030901364485786062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5030901364485786062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/simply-horrible-but-entertaining-she.html' title='Simply Horrible, but Entertaining = SHE'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S5OMfWn54hI/AAAAAAAAAyY/aI1dJAZEqss/s72-c/26694_326273817623_253450937623_4049382_79401_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3024611621739969038</id><published>2010-03-01T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:01:17.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Time</title><content type='html'>Seems like the world is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a very scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiti. and now Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the heat wave we're going through now. Water levels in the dam are low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had an assignment on Global Warming and while doing researches for it, reading about it makes it even more frightening. What more for those people who don't give a damn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really frightening for me to even think that one day the planet is just gonna disappear. I have not graduated. And what more have not travelled around the world which is my ultimate goal of living in this planet! There are so many things I have not seen yet! I don't want to die now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really really late but better late than never. From today, 1st March 2010, I will definitely try to to simple things to save the environment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some simple things we can ALL do to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Clean or replace filters on our air conditioners&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning a dirty filter can save 350 pounds of carbon dioxide a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Do not leave appliances on standby&lt;br /&gt;Instead, use the on/off button on the machine itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Use less hot water&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of energy to heat water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Reuse shopping bags&lt;br /&gt;When shopping, it saves energy and waste to use a reusable bag instead of accepting a disposable one at every shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Plant a tree&lt;br /&gt;A single tree will absorb one ton of carbon dioxide over it's lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Buy fresh food instead of frozen ones&lt;br /&gt;Frozen food uses 10 times more energy to produce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more you can do to help save the planet. For more things we can do, you can click &lt;a href="http://globalwarming-facts.info/50-tips.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will TRY not to take plastic bags too. Just bring a bigger bag to stuff all the things inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully SLOWLY BUT SURELY works here. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3024611621739969038?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3024611621739969038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3024611621739969038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3024611621739969038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-time.html' title='Not The Time'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4718989860472353794</id><published>2010-02-28T23:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:30:57.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believin'</title><content type='html'>The title has nothing to do with my post. Am just listening to the song from the Glee Cast. If you don't know, I'm glee-fied!! Loveee that showww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a lot better now from the last week crazy flu. Now I have to just deal with my cough and sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was suppose to be here two months ago.. But was too busy to write about it. The gang decided to go for a waterfall trip. It was a good trip because of the heat wave we are going through now! Time to chill down the falls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waterfalls were... BIG and scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443322157459441250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S4qQqYliBmI/AAAAAAAAAxw/n6_vXd_kq7U/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" /&gt;So we went somewhere where the water are a bit more well behaved. I tried very hard remembering this place's name but it's two months later already so it's totally forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two months later = Two years later for my limited memory space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443323036330308418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S4qRdiorM0I/AAAAAAAAAx4/1ygnNYaN3hU/s400/24691_345436637834_770942834_4733710_4886582_n.jpg" /&gt; Nothing much to talk about the trip cos it's already old news. Lazy to talk about it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese New Year came and went. Today is the last day of CNY! And the moon outside was awesome. Yellowish and orangey and so round.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of Chinese New Year was the cookies, ang paus, and lion dance! I love to watch lion dance. Exciting and it looks so real the way they mimic the lion. Eyes blinking, tails swinging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the second or third day of CNY my family and I went to Pavilion to watch the lion dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443326294131795442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S4qUbK5E5fI/AAAAAAAAAyA/arhJLKStYJ0/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" /&gt;My mum love to decorate the house when it comes to CNY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lanterns are a bit scary. Plus it's so red. haha She was so afraid the next morning Hiro would just eat the lanterns. But Hiro's been a good boy recently. Maybe he is maturing already. *teary eyed* This coming July would be his 3 years old birthday. Still very playful and I guess he does not like CNY due to the overwhelming fireworks. Fireworks this year was crazy. I can see Hiro was panicking and didn't know what to do. No balls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327728251167074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S4qVupZx4WI/AAAAAAAAAyI/g_QL2jp8olE/s400/IMG_0355.JPG" /&gt; This fake pink flower plant where my mum DIY it a bit. She took some twigs from outside garden and decorated it with ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327732637492210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S4qVu5vj4_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UNpxcuI-sjY/s400/IMG_0283.JPG" /&gt;Ang pau this year was not as much as last year or when I was even younger. Some relatives came but did not give ang pau also.. Not that I mind. Maybe they forgot or something -.- And some cousins that I've not been seeing for years are all so grown up. I don' think I would recognize them if I met them on the streets. Little cousin babies that I used to see are now driving and as young as 16 year old bringing his girlfriend to the family dinner. Obviously the aunties and uncles are not impress but nobody said a word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for CNY. Midterms are here. Sigh. Got to study really really hard this semester. I don't want to fail ANY subjects at all. I wanna finish it this year and get done with it. College is really a pain in the ass. Now with the new cafeteria moved to the basement wtf. I totally agree with Jesslyn saying it looks like a factory's canteen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loads of studying to get back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4718989860472353794?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4718989860472353794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-stop-believin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4718989860472353794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4718989860472353794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-stop-believin.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believin&apos;'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S4qQqYliBmI/AAAAAAAAAxw/n6_vXd_kq7U/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4871666215647189720</id><published>2010-02-23T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:15:50.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Really Here Yet</title><content type='html'>Not blogging for more than two weeks already! So lazy! So many things to talk about!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this is another really short post because I have no time now as Midterms are next week, assignments are piling up, quizzes are coming, and not to mention falling sick does not help a single bit here in my situation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate to fall sick! I wanna be as strong as Monnie because she NEVER fall sick wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wanna sleep so bad. Have not been sleeping for daysssss. Last Sunday I got on my bed at 11pm wanting to sleep! Then when the clock strikes 12 midnight, fking a lot of fireworks going on. Boom boom bang bang. UNTIL 130 still fireworking. wtf it's some Hokkien CNY thingy but how come the fireworks is even longer than New Year's Day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I have this burst pipe on my nose. Keep leaking. Need a plumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be back next week! *I hope*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4871666215647189720?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4871666215647189720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-really-here-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4871666215647189720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4871666215647189720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-really-here-yet.html' title='Not Really Here Yet'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8118350578376517967</id><published>2010-02-10T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:49:46.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip To The Supermarket</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, mum asked me to go grocery shoppingfor her for the coming Chinese New Year. Not wanting to drive all the way down to Subang's Giant, mum asked me to go to the nearby Econsave around my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying here for the past two years and I still get lost in this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called mum in the morning to ask her for directions and for the first time in my life, my mum talked to me damn polite and SOFT ok. (cos she was in a meeting wtf) Mum don't really know either but she just keep telling me to GO STRAIGHT. wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought grandma to come along. Somehow after 15 minutes we are still in the car, driving around housing areas and roundabouts. I could not find Econsave. I could see signboards to Econsave and all but when I follow it's either towards dead end roads or factories. Not Econsave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma getting impatient and kept asking me where am I bringing her... I don't even know where I'm going. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my cousin who is staying nearby for help, she did not pick up her phone. So called Jesslyn for help! She passed the phone to her bf, Ryan for help. haha Ryan kept asking exactly where am I, but I really don't know.. All I know was I am being surrounded in housing areas and factories. I think it's already been nearly more than 30 minutes looking around for that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ryan was giving me directions, I saw a poster hanging on the street lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carrefour sudah dibuka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. Awesome.. Told Ryan it's ok. Plan B to Carrefour! And he laughed at me. Don't know how to go to Econsave and don't even know Carrefour is open. Sometimes I wonder do I even live here..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love grocery shopping so I can see colourful and bad for your health food! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436466014452896882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S3I1CVjy1HI/AAAAAAAAAxo/007gPqByipU/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn boring when it comes to buying meat. Obviously my grandma buys them. I thought she would know what meat is what meat when she sees them but she asked me what meat is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436466000644207666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S3I1BiHi9DI/AAAAAAAAAxg/jO0Ke78P7A0/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like bloooooooood meat to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8118350578376517967?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8118350578376517967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-trip-to-supermarket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8118350578376517967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8118350578376517967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-trip-to-supermarket.html' title='My Trip To The Supermarket'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S3I1CVjy1HI/AAAAAAAAAxo/007gPqByipU/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3972524673132490824</id><published>2010-02-07T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:25:58.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>A shirtless Channing Tatum. Guys would be turned ON as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435444918837460066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S26UWv-CPGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/VyoT--dLBf4/s400/DF_02073.jpg" /&gt;Channing Tatum and Amanda Seyfried are starring in the new movie "Dear John". And it's gonna have a LOT of shirtless scene! (by Channing of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, it's those typical romantic movie where girls will go googoogaga over every love or romantic scene in the movie hehe and they will ask their boyfriend who is sitting next to them why is he not doing any of those moves from the movie. And those who are single will be wanting to have that kind of guy, or more precisely, a Channing Tatum would be good. Package you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435445515560827442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S26U5e7-OjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/QXRmF667W1w/s400/DF_09407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Dear John is about John (Channing Tatum) a young soldier who is home on leave, and Savannah (Amanda Seyfried) is a college student who falls in love with John during a spring vacation. Then he had to continue his duties as a soldier and they started sending letters to keep them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are saying this movie got the "The Notebook" style because it's written by the same author, Nicholas Spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a girl, WATCH THE TRAILER THEN THE MOVIE! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qc0ODuEYp5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qc0ODuEYp5o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a full moon tonight which makes me think of you - Channing Tatum&lt;/em&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/5990385756956490609-3972524673132490824?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3972524673132490824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3972524673132490824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3972524673132490824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S26UWv-CPGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/VyoT--dLBf4/s72-c/DF_02073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-6670842856158465146</id><published>2010-02-04T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:13:15.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Shiba Smile</title><content type='html'>I thought a dog panting, ears down, or wagging it's tail indicates that he is happy. At least for my Hiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I met this dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434026695254801762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2mKfRam_WI/AAAAAAAAAwg/22UbtNO99eo/s400/800px-Taka_Shiba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia it and found out that this breed is called the Shiba Inu. Inu is the Japanese word for dog. However they are not clear on what does the Shiba means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiba Inu is the smallest of the six original and distinct breed of dogs in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does look a bit Asian right this dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I got to know about this dog's temperament was it is way WORSE than a Rottweiler or a Doberman. wtf. However they are also well known for their independence and intelligence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I quote this from Wikipedia, "Shibas should always be on leash, unless in a secured area because of their strong prey drive." Scary. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course (for any dogs) with proper socialization when its young at age, it should not be a problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite reading quite a bad review about this dog, I cannot stop repeating this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxNluekpTN4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxNluekpTN4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCKING CUTE CAN DIE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to come home to see your Shiba smiling at you!? It would totally make my day no matter how horrible the day was! So much better than someone greeting you like he's dying all the time and as if doom's day is tomorrow. Pathetic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But how come I don't see any pet shops selling Shibas? hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok shiba all for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s//Jie Jie still love you, Hiro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-6670842856158465146?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6670842856158465146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile-shiba-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6670842856158465146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6670842856158465146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile-shiba-smile.html' title='Smile Shiba Smile'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2mKfRam_WI/AAAAAAAAAwg/22UbtNO99eo/s72-c/800px-Taka_Shiba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-871884938545906845</id><published>2010-02-03T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:26:50.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Detect Lies</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many of us hate it when people lie to us. I know I do. I prefer they come up to me and tell me the truth. I'm more forgiving like that rather than I find it out myself. When I find out, it's 2012 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this website where they teach us &lt;a href="http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies.php"&gt;How To Detect Lies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433679721238511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2hO6ueqQLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3HUJsZx9ELA/s400/fake_smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;One of the many ways to detect someone who is faking a smile. hahaha to be honest, I tend to do the fake smile a lot. Not because I am lying, but to entertain people I don't like. -.- That goes back to lying, isn't it? Gulp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me share some that I found from the website.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interactions &amp;amp; Reactions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A liar is uncomfortable facing his questioner/accuser and may turn his head or body away. (Very obvious rightt...?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A liar might unconsciously place objects (book, coffee, cup, etc) between themselves and you. (So true!! Someone lied to me before using this tactic!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A liar will use your words to make answer a question. When asked, “Did you eat the last cookie?” The liar answers, “No, I did not eat the last cookie.” (Must be too scared, that's why repeating it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liars sometimes avoid "lying" by not making direct statements. They imply answers instead of denying something directly. (Trying to get away...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guilty person may speak more than natural, adding unnecessary details to convince you... they are not comfortable with silence or pauses in the conversation. (Crapping bullshits.. not very entertaining)&lt;/p&gt;What if the liar is awesomely good at lying? Maybe he read about How to detect lies and totally doing the opposite? hahaha especially those cheating boyfriend said they are sleeping at home because they are "VERY TIRED" from work but actually clubbing hardcore with his buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy detecting whether who is lying or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-871884938545906845?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/871884938545906845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-detect-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/871884938545906845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/871884938545906845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-detect-lies.html' title='How To Detect Lies'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2hO6ueqQLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3HUJsZx9ELA/s72-c/fake_smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-134893173796282648</id><published>2010-02-02T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:53:21.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Shits, Three Fucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously think I don't deserve this kind of rude shits from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell I did to get this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't want me to give two shits about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't be giving three fucks about it then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just gotta open your big dreams mouth and tell it to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered living in this world not for this purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So get the fuck off my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;f.u.f.u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-134893173796282648?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/134893173796282648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-shits-three-fucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/134893173796282648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/134893173796282648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-shits-three-fucks.html' title='Two Shits, Three Fucks'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-6134526558149863952</id><published>2010-02-01T20:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:14:00.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gaga</title><content type='html'>Check out Lady Gaga's heels during Grammys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433252865422752642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2bKscple4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/N3yJoDDkEzw/s400/17239_104536132904023_100000429108858_121294_6075630_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How to walk in those heels?! Only Gaga can do it I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's always up to something with her outfits and although I think it's a bit weird, I cannot wait to see what she's wearing all the time. This is what you call PR skills you know. Keeping people excited and wanting to see what you would be doing to surprise us next, then we can all talk about you, you, and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady Gaga can wear something colourful and robotic. Still look awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433256810648465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2bOSFwsb7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/CSS03cpR0eQ/s400/19836_281260767205_518377205_3274586_4409647_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Or she can just cover her face and not breathe. Still awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433255460831873506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2bNDhTVyeI/AAAAAAAAAvw/weNHWtwglng/s400/17473_1262604818403_1628206642_642409_3108135_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the cutest way for people to talk about you is just wear something cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wear nothing but a dress entirely made out of Hello Kitty soft toys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433255471926571298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2bNEKohcSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/U2q061wEmJo/s400/hello-kitty-lady-gaga-plush-dress-400x508_37bfe41f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga had this Hello Kitty shoot and this shoot she did was all with her eyes closed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433255464939898530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2bNDwmxRqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/NFDGqScmDuQ/s400/gagakitty2-314x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find her pretty in every picture here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, check out the heels in the last picture.. Hello Kitty fans would love those heels haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433259247005719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2bQf55h2hI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/u6rAHavhS0M/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, where is Kanye West when you need him!? I don't think Taylor Swift deserve to win that Grammy. grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok xoxo.&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/5990385756956490609-6134526558149863952?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6134526558149863952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6134526558149863952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/6134526558149863952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-gaga.html' title='Oh My Gaga'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2bKscple4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/N3yJoDDkEzw/s72-c/17239_104536132904023_100000429108858_121294_6075630_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-130102186933019141</id><published>2010-01-27T22:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:08:30.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling, Not So Fun Anymore</title><content type='html'>I used to cycle A LOT when I was staying back in USJ2. I can cycle around the whole USJ2 without sweating at all (maybe cos of the "free" air cond when you're cycling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my dad saw me cycling, he thought I love to cycle. So he bought a new mountain bicycle for himself and made cycling his hobby. If you don't know my dad, his hobbies ALWAYS changes. But when he found something he like to do, he will put his heart, soul, and money into that hobby. After so many years knowing my dad, his hobbies are from cameras, antiques, motorbikes, cycling, 4x4, and currently, music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to set up and then remodify his hi fi set everytime. He lovesss it so much, he is helping his friends and his own clients to set up as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to cycling, when I was 10-13 years old, he loves to go inside the jungle to cycle. We used to cycle at the new USJ3 area now where it used to be a jungle as well. At that time, there is this really high hill that we need to cycle up, then to come down on a very steep hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember there was one time where I came down the hill NOT pressing the brakes. I could not remember why I did not press the brakes, so I was zooming really fast from the top of the hill. Panic like shit. My dad was at the foot of the hill thinking what to do and all he can do was to grab me and let the bicycle go. So that's what he did. He catch me. And the bicycle went straight in to a drain and the bicycle was TOTALLY damaged. And that's the last time I went mountain cycling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last two weeks, I went cycling again. This time at Taman Pertanian Shah Alam. That explains the quite sporty gear with 100 plus. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431440573814332850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2BabMTY3bI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SCSchNsTNNw/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Did not take any pictures though. Torturing to cycle around the big ass park. I thought it would be a nice and simple ride around the trees, paddy field, and etc. It was not! Uphills? THE WORST. Best part of it is I did not eat anything and I felt dizzy and wanting to vomit halfway the journey of cycling. Other than the cycling part, I quite enjoy the place too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They have cactus garden, mini zoo (which is quite empty), paddy fields (love it!), visited the paintball area which looks damn awesome and the people who were going to play at that time was holding super awesome guns and wear their suits like so... the GAYA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the zoo, I saw something 18sx. lol Wanna know what I saw? I'm sure all of you are above 18. If not, stop reading and never come back to this blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431445786123705682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2BfKlqyHVI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Twrt_iKLjg4/s400/18448_255044363167_524278167_3260268_837763_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HAHAHA, that's super HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the small entertainment, we went to this Four Season House. When you see the sign for Four Season House, automatically you will think the house will be in the four seasons right? This was a con! We paid rm3 and only got winter wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was super cold though. Could not stand being inside that look-a-like factory place cos I was wearing tank top and short pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431448217075512866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2BhYFq29iI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Ig09HTR7FmA/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even the sign said you cannot be inside the place for more than 3 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After cycling through ponds, fields, gardens, dead ends and killing uphills for about 4 hours, we ate at a nearby restaurant inside the park. I don't know is it because I'm hungry and tired or the food is just good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reached home about 3pm and felt SO FUCKING TIRED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. My ass bone was hurting from the saddle of the bicycle and the bumps on the road. My legs and even arms muscle was hurting from the cycling and pressing brakes like hell wtf. I felt like all I wanna do was just to lay down on my bed and never have to wake up again. Quickly took a shower and slept all eveninggg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will I do it again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No. Not at that park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-130102186933019141?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/130102186933019141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/cycling-not-so-fun-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/130102186933019141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/130102186933019141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/cycling-not-so-fun-anymore.html' title='Cycling, Not So Fun Anymore'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S2BabMTY3bI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SCSchNsTNNw/s72-c/IMG_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-7832244070520377244</id><published>2010-01-18T21:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:50:31.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astro Life</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I woke up late for class. GRR. So pissed. And it was all because of............................ me. I soooo needed to get in to that class early because I need to show the lecturer a good impression! I am not officially in that class therefore I have to pandai pandai, arrive early in class, and ask his permission whether he allows me to join his class. I on my alarm 730 but forgot to change it A.M fml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I open my eyes, I was wondering why is the sun shining so brightly outside. Checked my phone. FUCK!!! 10AM. Straight rushed in to the toilet to brush my teeth.. Was even considering whether I should pee or go to college, say hi to the lecturer then only run to the toilet to let it go -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached college at 1030AM. Class ended at 1130AM. Long story short, the lecturer allowed me to join his class. (: And I peed at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on at night, went to Sunway Hotel for astrolife tour dinner invited by Foo Joe with Alwinyu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428087710401229266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S1RxA2wg8dI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2X_mlSugK-Y/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived just in time! Once we reach, grab some food, eat eat eat, Alwinyu makes a smoking escape, then when he's back, the show started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082435430945506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S1RsNz9mEuI/AAAAAAAAAug/ubGcuSSvJG8/s400/IMG_4525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that girl on the most left? She's the host and I like her! She's funny! Very entertaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at the same table with Yue Mei, Sabrina, and Joy. Sabrina so wanted to go up the stage when it was Game time haha she wanted to win the camera and handphone. Wern Sern went up on stage too and he was funny like hell on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082444229617266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S1RsOUvXJnI/AAAAAAAAAuo/IcQ1JJJ9wCs/s400/IMG_4527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Foo Joe singing.. Got to say that his voice improved a lot since ASQ (Astro Star Quest). Still love Fai and Min hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some awesome cars downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428103670514920594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S1R_h20JLJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ZfDnMDkK360/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wraps up Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428107157455517490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S1SCs0rkNzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CRLJj-w3yH8/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-7832244070520377244?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/7832244070520377244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/astro-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7832244070520377244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7832244070520377244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/astro-life.html' title='Astro Life'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S1RxA2wg8dI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2X_mlSugK-Y/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-7202207148669264331</id><published>2010-01-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:05:30.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Pixie</title><content type='html'>College has started. Blah.. So not feeling it. Already not feeling well on the first day of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to meet PIXIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the cutest and most adorable thing I've seen this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426259372122589618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S03yJj6ASbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/JzLGXgKit1A/s400/IMG_4491.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Pixie the Toy Poodle! And the proud daddy of Pixie is Douglas. Doug bought the cute puppy in Penang for rm550. He always wanted a toy poodle, so I guess he fell in love with this one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pixie now is 3 months old. And she is very, very, very small size. I don't fancy poodles but this one is cute! haha now she knows the basic sit and stay. Her tail is so small and is so cute to see it wagging.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426260900695810594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S03ziiSQoiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/kZJRq5GSDJM/s400/IMG_4498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Alwinyu with Pixie. Pixie move a lot. She's very, very active. Keep walking around, so excited. Quite difficult to take a good shot of her. But it's so cute to see her walk around, sniffing, hopefully to discover something awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426260897803206674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S03ziXgnABI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iPOGS8rmyoE/s400/IMG_4493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Pixie, a small doggy walking around the house makes me even more want to get a small dog! I want a dog inside the house. A dog that won't destroy my house even with its own size. A dog that I can ask her to "come" and it jumps on me while I carry her and hug her oh so tight. I can't do that with Hiro. It would be the other way round..... O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426260924721368770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S03zj7yZjsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/uCbEiS1Iyq0/s400/IMG_4505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute Pixie is on Daddy Douglas's arms... Awww~ And she only listens to her daddy! Socutecandie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426260934242855074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S03zkfQf6KI/AAAAAAAAAuY/NrZDEj_pqKY/s400/IMG_4507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I will buy a dog when I can. Can as in got the money and got the home for dog. I don't think my mum will allow another dog in the house. And I want it to stay inside! It will be a difficult case to fight and get a mutual agreement from mum. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last adorable photo of Pixie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426260912961940114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S03zjP-u6pI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9_rRa73D-XY/s400/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar! - Pixie&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/5990385756956490609-7202207148669264331?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/7202207148669264331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-pixie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7202207148669264331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7202207148669264331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-pixie.html' title='Meet Pixie'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S03yJj6ASbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/JzLGXgKit1A/s72-c/IMG_4491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8230979780831227430</id><published>2010-01-08T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:01:30.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yeQ2mbRdgI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yeQ2mbRdgI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember Me Synopsis: Robert Pattinson plays Tyler, a rebellious young man in New York City who has a strained relationship with his father (Pierce Brosnan) ever since tragedy separated their family. Tyler didn't think anyone could possibly understand what he was going through until the day he met Ally (Emilie de Ravin) through an unusual twist of fate. Love was the last thing on his mind, but as her spirit unexpectedly heals and inspires him, he begins to fall for her. Through their love, he begins to find happiness and meaning in his life. But soon, hidden secrets are revealed, and the circumstances that brought them together slowly threaten to tear them apart. Remember Me is an unforgettable story about the power of love, the strength of family, and the importance of living passionately and treasuring every day of one's life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8230979780831227430?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8230979780831227430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8230979780831227430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8230979780831227430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1071343657026549951</id><published>2010-01-06T23:40:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:16:20.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dessert</title><content type='html'>What do you do when the weather is freaking hot like these two days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day we went to try this dessert place in ss2, same row with KTZ.. Think the place is call Tim Pan Kor Kor.. err which means Brother Dessert?? lol I'm not sure. They have actually more choices than KTZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423652899221627810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0Svk3sfY6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/uPPG-VHRiEM/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When you first lift the menu, it feels like you're holding up your old Sejarah text book. So heavy and so many pages! Haha ok a bit exaggerating but something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423654046430133586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0SwnpYT_VI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HoFtzxsPnnU/s400/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of the pages. They got Sago desserts, hot and cold desserts, ice cream, and colourful drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423662633919884370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0S4bgRarFI/AAAAAAAAAso/liOpSZmgIDM/s400/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Mango Sago cold dessert. Freaking a lot of sago but not sweet. If they would have made it sweeter, it would be awesome. I think rm7 only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423662644943105202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0S4cJVjrLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IUO8NK3Z0u8/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Left one is Tze Shen's Black Sesame + Walnut dessert. Right one is Alwinyu's Peanut dessert. Both said theirs were awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we tried their Mango Cheong Fun. Sounds funny right eating Mango with Cheong Fun? They even have Mango Hor Fun! haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423662641042143970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0S4b6zfuuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Fji3hkTsGvc/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Suprisingly it was not bad. The mango was sweet and actually you don't really get to taste the Cheong Fun. haha It's a nice dessert place to hang out. The prices are ok too. Cheaper than KTZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm talking about food, let me blog about this monster restaurant I went the other day with Alwinyu. At first I didn't wanna blog about it but now I have the mood to blog so might as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for lunch at Kitchen Creatures in Centre Point. They serve western dishes and pasta. Not only that, they have sandwiches and pizzas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423666270309670578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0S7vK4TXrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/g6B8CTdR13k/s400/IMG_4461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nice environment and love their simple deco. But you can tell most of their furnitures are from Ikea. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423667794887126530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0S9H6X5LgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/2jnU20JTdrE/s400/IMG_4462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love their balls of lights! hahaha It's like filling up the ceiling. Some lights are on and some are off making it even prettier. You can tell the deco and renovations are simple. That's why it looks clean and neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668924714172818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0S-JrTpwZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/76W2JWiZGow/s400/IMG_4465.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the other side of the restaurant. They have an outdoor area too with tall tables and chairs. Should be very hot in the afternoon but at night it would be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423669304126426946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0S-fwulT0I/AAAAAAAAAtY/6ko135JVDns/s400/IMG_4471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Their monster glass. It's really monster. As tall as the knife. Good for sharing! Oh the food price is very affordable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423672215845911778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0TBJPumvOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/T9Gk3Nqo6co/s400/IMG_4473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Bacon Carbonara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423672855744692770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0TBufiXQiI/AAAAAAAAAto/YT-qLdVSXnE/s400/IMG_4475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Aloha Chicken pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bill came out to rm28 only! Because their tagline is NO FRILLS DINING! Meaning no government tax and no service charge! whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely will visit this place again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s : Did I mention the chef is cute? hehe he's bald but seldom you can find a cute bald guy ok. OK maybe not the word cute to describe him. Something else. Macho? He has this big ass tattoo on his arm. Bald and tattoo-ed. So reminded me of Vin Diesel. Check him out! Err I mean the restaurant. &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/5990385756956490609-1071343657026549951?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1071343657026549951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-dessert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1071343657026549951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1071343657026549951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-dessert.html' title='Sweet Dessert'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S0Svk3sfY6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/uPPG-VHRiEM/s72-c/IMG_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1061575339492151477</id><published>2010-01-04T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:01:44.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Cannot believe in just one day, I heard two awesome news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I last wrote about how Facebook can connect us with whoever randomly, my old bestie from primary school (Std 1-3, cos she left school after that) found me in Facebook! She wasn't sure if it was me, so she messaged me first. I can't recognize her at first too! I always knew her from her chinese name and she had a Christian name now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, she's so pretty now. Unlike me, still short. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even remembered me as the short girl. She said, "Still thin, but taller edy.." Damn. So nice of her to lie to meeee... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you on Facebook after 10 over years! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(omfg sound so old)&lt;/span&gt;, Nicole Wong! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of awesome news is a girlfriend just told me she's with someone now and I can tell she's very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she's happy, someone else is gonna be unhappy about it when he finds out. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gulp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he have to just move on. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today is also the first day to school and some to work! Enjoy the jam suckers while I sleep till the sun shines on my backside!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW it feels like new year! Happy New Year again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*MASSIVE FIREWORKS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1061575339492151477?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1061575339492151477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1061575339492151477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1061575339492151477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-old-friend.html' title='New Year, Old Friend'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5023214548018998572</id><published>2010-01-02T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:47:49.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Small World</title><content type='html'>Did you realize that your friend is actually your friend's cousin's boyfriend's brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say here is the world is actually very small. From a random friend you meet somewhere, it can link to becoming your best friend's friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it can even be the person you hate is your brother's girlfriend! That's worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the world is really small or we just know everyone and everyone knows everyone. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at your facebook account and randomly click a friend and check out how many mutual friends you have. Sometimes you will realize someone so unexpected is in the list as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so small that my cousin told me a story the other day, that she suspected her boyfriend is cheating on her. So she followed him one time to Maison (when he said he was going to a friend's house to play cards) and saw him kissing a girl. When she went closer, the girl was actually her college mate wtf. She confronted them and the college mate told my cousin the boyfriend said he had no girlfriend. Bastard. Right now, they broke up and my cousin said its so awkward seeing her college mate. They were quite close in college and the college mate had been talking about her own relationship problem with a guy who doesn't want to commit to her which is my cousin's boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand my short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the world is small, and guys, be careful when you're fooling around. You'll never know who is she related to. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll end up losing both and have STD. HAHAHAHA ok, girls as well. Girls cheat too right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a small world after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My accidental happily (ever after)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you smile and how you comfort me (with your laughter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must admit you were not part of my book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now if you open it up and take a look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the beginning and the end of every chapter. - Neyo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-5023214548018998572?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5023214548018998572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-small-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5023214548018998572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5023214548018998572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Small World'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-7392185433501061703</id><published>2010-01-01T03:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:31:57.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! *fireworks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another decade has passed us. Ten years ago, I was only 12. What was I doing when I was 12 years old? Right, the UPSR exam.. I still remember thinking it was so stressful being at the age of 12. No freedom and first time having the parents to pressure me to do good in the UPSR exam. So wanted to grow up and be 22. But I was so wrong. To think back, being 12 was so much better. As I grow older, more responsibilities are given. People expect more from you. Especially parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this time around, ushering this new year was a bit different for me. I realized something. Of all the days, out of the 365 days, the first day of the year, on the 1st January of 2010, I made this realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very day, I realised people can be very selfish and unhelpful. All along, I know there are these kind of people. But what proves my point today is that it can even be your own friends. Not any friend but the friends who you see everyday and talk to everyday. Such a dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When YOU needed help, who was the first one to come to YOUR rescue? Or should I say, when YOU needed help, who did YOU call first for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there is a problem or YOU were sick, who did YOU call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's a problem YOU obviously want someone to help YOU or offer YOU a helping hand. Cos YOU know how it feels being helpless and most probably having to face it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when it is the other way round? What happens if the person YOU always call for help needed help in return? Where did YOU fucking go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if you acted like you care and offer some shit, I might not be so mad like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. What goes around comes around. YOU just wait. Just because some people don't choose to follow your "awesome" plan, that does not give you the rights to do stupid shits like this. We just don't choose to follow "awesome" plans of yours. We have our own set of mind thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the emo shit, I realised there were friends who really tried to offer some help. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok if you don't want to help or you can't help. But the attitude of yours is what bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I know there are people like this in the world. My mum warned me like a million times already. I guess I should always be ready to face these problems. Best is to depend on yourself and not others. These people would only dial your number if they need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to say this but what to do? That's life. It's a dog eat dog world. You got to just live to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really write much here. So fuck this shit. It's a new year. Hopefully all the stupid stuff are left behind. Not really convincing though since my mum and grandma kept telling me this year is a bad, bad Tiger year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled about it. And this is what they said about Rabbits like me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forecast for 2010 The focus will be on the Rabbit’s career and job prospects during the Year of the Tiger, with unexpected promotions and recognition very likely. Travel is also highlighted, with short breaks and spontaneous, fun trips featuring during the late Spring and early Summer. Healthwise, the Rabbit could find the speed of the Tiger year exhausting and it’s important he balance work with rest and relaxation. Promotion at work or in the Rabbit’s career will be sure to feature and they need to act quickly – no hanging back to see what happens! Some Rabbits will be dissatisfied with their current living arrangements and the perfect new home may appear most unexpectedly – they must act quickly and not miss out! Friendships will play a big role during 2010 with possibly one or two friends needing extra care and help. May and October to January will bring special and fun social gatherings. February and March will be significant and fortunate for those looking to change jobs while July and August will be most auspicious for single Rabbits looking for love – an unexpected liaison could result from a work related social event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really sound that bad but I guess just got to be extra careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other zodiacs forecast, you can click this link :  &lt;a href="http://mikeyip.com/2010-year-of-the-tiger-chinese-zodiac-forecast/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;http://mikeyip.com/2010-year-of-the-tiger-chinese-zodiac-forecast/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not guaranteed its true though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy 2010 again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-7392185433501061703?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/7392185433501061703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-discovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7392185433501061703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/7392185433501061703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-discovery.html' title='New Year, New Discovery'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8761838295206129289</id><published>2009-12-28T22:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:06:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunter in Pavilion</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, I went to Pavilion to see my lover. He came down from Taiwan to meet me. By the way, I met him when I was only 14 years old. Honestly, I do not think he is good looking at that time. He is what my mum call a typical Ah Beng. Small eyes, hair covering nearly half of the face, and he dresses like an Ah Beng too. What's worse is he only speaks in Mandarin and I don't know nuts about Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we have this really tough communication barrier, I still put myself in to it. I googled whatever he was singing to me to see what it meant. Find the han yu pin yin then sing along with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally fell in love with him and told myself I was gonna follow him after he sang to me "&lt;em&gt;Jian Dan Ai&lt;/em&gt;" (Simple Love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, after 8 years, I am still following him. Still a very big communication barrier but what the heck. His songs are awesome. I love you, Jie Lun. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420291850401543778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Szi-uFIg9mI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zjlDvnIadyU/s400/IMG_4438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok enough of my love story. Last Monday he came down to Malaysia for his movie premiere, The Treasure Hunter. I tell you, I was super duper triple excited when I found out he is coming down! So bloody long didn't see him already! That's me and Mandy in the picture above. Sorry, too mesmerized with the poster. SEE! See poster also so mesmerized, can you imagine how our faces look like when HE was standing right in front of you live or not?? haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many people came to see him as well. Till we got no place to stand also! Couldn't get a nice spot at the front of the stage because only Jay fanclubs get to stand there. fml. Since we didn't wanna risk of those taller people standing in front of us and we can't even see Jay Chou's nose, we decided to go up to the 1st floor to get a better view. We got a side view of the stage, but we are contented because we still get to see him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting for Jay, there's this stupid fucking smelly old man standing behind of me. Actually I didn't really mind that he was smelly because from the way he wear, you can tell he is not the very well-to-do. But he is a SMELLY HORNY MAN!!! We were all very close to each other because it was packed with people. But no matter how packed it was, there is still at least 5 cm between each other. This old man decided to put his body right behind of me. -0.5cm close. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept moving away from him and he kept coming closer. wtf. He is trying to put his itchy dick on my ass. Fucking gross. I really felt like asking him are you sure you're here to see Jay Chou? I don't think he even knows who is he but he is just there to molest girls! Long story short, in the end I cannot stand him anymore so I shouted at him. Then he was gone. Grr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me show you one example of how all my photos turned out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420308612142186498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzjN9ve5wAI/AAAAAAAAArY/yaAJIS24wt4/s400/IMG_4410.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BLUR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out My December 09 album in Facebook for more blur Jay Chou pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventhough the pictures are all super blur can die, I still feel happy because I was there to see him and looking back at those pictures reminds me of that night. Did I mention, he only came out for like 10-15 minutes?? Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nvm, shall just wait for his next concert. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I go, some of the movie pictures. I watched Treasure Hunter already. Honestly, not an AWESOME movie. It was so-so only. Just because Jay is in it, thats why I'm like so excited. No spoilers here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316191992634002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzjU28oE2pI/AAAAAAAAArg/Fk_2ON5NcS0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316195042344674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzjU3H_LvuI/AAAAAAAAAro/EJNZB5scgGc/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316200682463154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzjU3c_5H7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/-cTzGiEeEWY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316199989621394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzjU3aatMpI/AAAAAAAAArw/SPsJ18IUdVc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8761838295206129289?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8761838295206129289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/treasure-hunter-in-pavilion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8761838295206129289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8761838295206129289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/treasure-hunter-in-pavilion.html' title='Treasure Hunter in Pavilion'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Szi-uFIg9mI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zjlDvnIadyU/s72-c/IMG_4438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1782525114499514925</id><published>2009-12-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:00:05.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Rubber</title><content type='html'>Have ya'll catch the latest Gatsby Moving Rubber commercial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the commercial comes up on TV I will be right in front of the TV! Not only because I think the commercial is cute but its TAKUYA KIMURA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKUYA KIMURA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419174639384859090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzTGn1xXEdI/AAAAAAAAArA/znSkM4PnMM4/s400/600full-takuya-kimura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really watch his shows, listen to his songs, or follow him religiously like how I stalked Jay Chou but I do notice Takuya. And I don't think its because he is good looking or whatever but I do know him as one of the most well-known and successful entertainer in Asia. He is super rich ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, he's 37 years old. and married with two kids I think. &lt;em&gt;(Interested, Clairebear? hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's considered quite old lah since he is stepping into the 40's but did you see how he move his body in the Gatsby commercial??! Really like RUBBER lor.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch it if you have not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5zWPwlJpKI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w5zWPwlJpKI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I continue my Takuya story, the other day I was watching Battleground Finals at home and my uncle was telling me there's this dude who dance even better than the Battleground finalists in a commercial. And he told me is for a rubber company, meaning an eraser company. Actually it was this Gatsby Moving Rubber ad. My uncle didn't know the Gatsby Moving Rubber is a hair gel and hair wax product. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how much Gatsby is paying Takuya Kimura for this 30 second commercial? I think it would be millions of dollarsssssss..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although he's not big here but he's super huge and famous in Japan! I think millions of Japanese boys would run out and buy Gatsby after watching the commercial haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419176414729332434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzTIPLcd5tI/AAAAAAAAArI/Cm4zyPQ2yTc/s400/600full-takuya-kimuram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I last heard he will appear in a film produced in France "I Come With The Rain" with Josh Hartnett.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder when it will be out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Gatsby commercials! I still remember the one they did with the hair clapping singing " If you're happy and you know it CLAP YOUR HAIR!" haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1782525114499514925?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1782525114499514925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-rubber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1782525114499514925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1782525114499514925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-rubber.html' title='Moving Rubber'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzTGn1xXEdI/AAAAAAAAArA/znSkM4PnMM4/s72-c/600full-takuya-kimura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-468690048790233965</id><published>2009-12-25T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:37:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Christmas Day is finally here! Gonna have an awesome home cooked dinner with the family tonight. Actually we don't celebrate Christmas hohoho but it will be just another gathering with the family since its a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419105058542824786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzSHVs73rVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/YeIiZisOivg/s400/IMG_4228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas people! Ho Ho Ho! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-468690048790233965?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/468690048790233965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/468690048790233965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/468690048790233965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzSHVs73rVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/YeIiZisOivg/s72-c/IMG_4228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8851300750086533058</id><published>2009-12-24T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:34:35.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Day till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only Malaysia snows during Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we can build up a snowman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have a real White Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418840805976177666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzOXALaZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAqw/RghYZ8rEt3c/s400/IMG_4237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Merry Cute Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8851300750086533058?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8851300750086533058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-day-till-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8851300750086533058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8851300750086533058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-day-till-christmas.html' title='1 Day till Christmas!'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzOXALaZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAqw/RghYZ8rEt3c/s72-c/IMG_4237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4456644065996276043</id><published>2009-12-23T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:02:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is just one thing I need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care about the presents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want you for my own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than you could ever know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make my wish come true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I want for Christmas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418337411771134018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzHNKx3T8EI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uBKTfPZ8WoU/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Merry Darling Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently, very addicted to Mariah Carey's version of I Want To Know What Love Is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4456644065996276043?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4456644065996276043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-days-till-christmas_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4456644065996276043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4456644065996276043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-days-till-christmas_23.html' title='2 Days till Christmas!'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzHNKx3T8EI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uBKTfPZ8WoU/s72-c/IMG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-949400625984058253</id><published>2009-12-22T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:03:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>What do you call people who are afraid of Santa?&lt;br /&gt;Claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do snowmen eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know Santa is a good race car driver?&lt;br /&gt;He's always in the pole position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Santa say to Mrs. Claus when he looked out the window?&lt;br /&gt;Looks like "rain", "dear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.. Funny hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Santa exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418095051109557458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzDwviCv5NI/AAAAAAAAAqY/GHVs51hCTi8/s400/IMG_4428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Deer Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-949400625984058253?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/949400625984058253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-days-till-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/949400625984058253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/949400625984058253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-days-till-christmas.html' title='3 Days till Christmas!'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzDwviCv5NI/AAAAAAAAAqY/GHVs51hCTi8/s72-c/IMG_4428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8111693917084115828</id><published>2009-12-21T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:37:16.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days till Christmas!</title><content type='html'>As I promised to myself, a picture a day related to Christmas in the blog till Christmas Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days till Christmas and my true love came to me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417894531135468386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzA6Xu7cc2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vMAY417v65o/s400/IMG_4404+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can spot who's at the stage, its Jay Chou. *melts* More on that in the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Merry Jay Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8111693917084115828?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8111693917084115828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days-till-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8111693917084115828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8111693917084115828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days-till-christmas.html' title='4 days till Christmas!'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SzA6Xu7cc2I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vMAY417v65o/s72-c/IMG_4404+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1941698635624602042</id><published>2009-12-20T22:07:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:22:28.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three in One Celebration</title><content type='html'>Last night, my family and I had a three in one celebration at my house. Tong Yuen + Christmas + my cousin &amp;amp; aunty's birthday. The Tong Yuen festival is on Tuesday but it's on a weekday so my grandma decided to celebrate all the celebrations in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Tong Yuen festival cos I love to eat tong yuen hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday morning, the whole family woke up at 8am to clean and cook the house. Erm I mean cook and clean the house. I was sleeping till 11am plus. And not that I didn't want to help! But nobody woke me up haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My job on that day was just to make the tong yuen tong sui. So I rolled them in to balls and boil them in to a pot of pandan leaves and ginger. I was so busy making it I forgot to take picture of my hard tong yuen work!! Grr so I stole a picture from last year's tong yuen at home too. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417326502562590434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sy41wHmNbuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/y2beyDuW5h0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This year had no colourful balls though. All was plain white. Don't look good, but sure taste good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had 16 people (and one adorable dog) in the house. And in total, my grandma, mum, and aunty cooked 17 dishes and one soup! Wait, they only cooked 16 dishes. The duck was bought from USJ 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417326076894942226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sy41XV3IlBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/9Uc8dcphMf0/s400/IMG_4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;My mum loves to have dinner gatherings like this but she would only cook if she had the "mood". That explains why I do not have dinner every night! She'd rather play her Farmville than cooking after work. BTW, my mum now is in Level 62 in Farmville and I'm only Level 36. fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she had a maid, she would do big dinners like this every weekend! Too bad she got a lazy daughter like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417325400821243554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sy40v_SmnqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_g7zyj-56zo/s400/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ooo, and it took me 2 hours to set up a small white christmas tree yesterday! It should be quicker but last year, don't know which lazy ass did not keep the ornaments and lights properly, I had to spend half and hour untangling them off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then then then...... at the last part where I set up the lights, I on the switch, and no lights came on. wtf. So I slowly took the lights off round by round. I found another set of lights but this time I'm smarter! I test the lights first! There's light! So I off it and curled it up on the tree. When I plug it to the switch, there was no lights.................. wtftwtf..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously I emo already and leave it just like that. But when I look at the Christmas tree without the lights, the tree look so bare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got up again, find another set of lights. Tested it first. Lights on. OK. Good. Off it and set it up on the tree, for the third time. After curling it up on the tree, I switched it on. TA-DA! There's lights blinking and twinkling on the tree! Whee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417324943820885170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sy40VY1OjLI/AAAAAAAAApw/d7pjF3GyNJI/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my xmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the tree don't look bare anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has life now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to my NEVER GIVE UP ATTITUDE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahaha.. what crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas in 4 more days. Gonna try to post up a picture related to Christmas from today till 25th December. First picture of "my xmas tree" is up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Early Christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1941698635624602042?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1941698635624602042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-in-one-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1941698635624602042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1941698635624602042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-in-one-celebration.html' title='Three in One Celebration'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sy41wHmNbuI/AAAAAAAAAqI/y2beyDuW5h0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-333629776217568453</id><published>2009-12-18T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:00:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Dinner with Mon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still not done with my Birthday Posts!! And I have one more to go.. hoho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we had dinner on the 12th of December.. Simple dinner just to celebrate my birthday with that crazy ass bitch. She came and pick me up and we ate somewhere nearby my house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SysMjBOSNzI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JBlTcbqJmqE/s400/IMG_4268.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436772606457650" /&gt;The restaurant was quite quiet.. The decorations are simple and neat.. From outside, it looks like an expensive restaurant but the price of the food was ok.. And they serve mostly Western dishes.. At the side of the restaurant, they are even selling accessories like pearl necklaces which are RM 1,800!! I could not believe it and asked Monnie to look at it again! Maybe there's a dot after 8. But NO, it was really 1.8k for a necklace! Crazy! Who would buy it! If I would want to buy an expensive necklace, I rather go to Diamond &amp;amp; Platinum or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Dragonfruit juice in such a tall tall glass. The table was already quite high plus the glass is even higher! How am I gonna drink it! I'm already so short! Whenever I want to drink it I have to carry the glass down. -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SysMkNU9rLI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bMXgldSWFOk/s400/IMG_4275.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436793035566258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't take a photo of Monnie's drink cos it's the boring Ice Lemon Tea.. muahahaha. But I took her awesome Sizzling Chicken with Vegetables! Looks good and tasted sizzling good too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SysMjttri1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/6L6rQfraVdM/s400/IMG_4273.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436784549301074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine was Fettuccine Carbonara with Ham.. Yummy! My favourite! But it was a bit dry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SysMionVMSI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EV5HsgBjgjs/s400/IMG_4266.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436766000623906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monnie bought a new toy and she brought it over for us to play! It's white in colour and it is beautiful! So after dinner, we played with Monnie's new toy! Super love her new toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What toy am I talking about? hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SysWiM8V9DI/AAAAAAAAAoY/FT6S1DtktBQ/s400/IMG_4282.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_5416447753688839218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a Fujifilm Instant Camera! So cute right! Looks so old school too! I love I love.She ordered it online from Japan if I'm not wrong and this baby cost her RM200. Not very expensive though cos she's buying the film through the net. You can't buy the films here cos she said it's much more expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SysWihvHAYI/AAAAAAAAAog/Sz9oVs0jmSw/s400/IMG_4285.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_5416447759270478210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our first shot! hahaha so awesome! I also want one!! In RED!! I don't even know is there one in red colour. haha Christmas is coming! *hint hint* hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok that's all from me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a random note, the other day I went to wash and cut my hair and I JUST LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE WASH MY HAIR. IT FEELS SO GOOOOD AND COMFORTABLE! The lady who washed my hair was so good till I fell asleep a few times. When/If I'm rich in the future, I would just hire someone to wash my hair! AHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-333629776217568453?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/333629776217568453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-dinner-with-mon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/333629776217568453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/333629776217568453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-dinner-with-mon.html' title='Birthday Dinner with Mon'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SysMjBOSNzI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JBlTcbqJmqE/s72-c/IMG_4268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2707133904140379668</id><published>2009-12-17T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:54:08.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was 2, I want to be with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If its possible, I want you everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum forbid us when I was young, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said you're not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was 12, I got to be with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If its possible, I want you everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum decided to close one eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "You're a big girl already."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm 22, I'm still with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If its possible, I want to stay away from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum asked us to be together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "Sorry I'm not cooking."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DENG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting really sick and tired of McDonald's. I'm eating McDs at least 3-4 times a week. A WEEK. I feel so guilty. My body system must be hating me so so much. Always feeding my tummy with oily and fatty food. But I can't help it! No dinner at home! And just too lazy to ta pau in chinese shops cos have to go down from the car, order, wait, wait, and wait, then get your food, then head home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In McDs, its SO SO SO near my house, its a Drive-Thru, just order, pay, collect, and go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this one time I went McDs twice a day. fml&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch and dinner! Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I either need to start to learn how to cook or eat McDs for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor hubby in-the-future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine taking away McDonald's every night for your husband and kids. I think even the kids will hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2707133904140379668?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2707133904140379668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2707133904140379668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2707133904140379668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-of-you.html' title='Tired of You'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2413948010606675002</id><published>2009-12-12T22:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:43:38.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logical or Emotional?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other day I went for lunch with the gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an interesting lunch that day because we found out something I think we will never expect about from this certain person. Not gonna mention it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, during lunch, Doug mentioned something I find very interesting. Its about the way we clasp our hands  together and it means something. So all of us did. I wanna share it here because it's INTERESTING. haha so let's do it together gether this experiment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we interlock our fingers of our hands, place one thumb of the other. If your left thumb is on top of your right thumb means you are right-brain dominant which means you tend to excel in visual, spatial, and intuitive tasks. Doug said they are the emotional kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyOw0xHP9wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CnsmfWRiq6A/s400/IMG_4308.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414365597612898050" /&gt;If you place your right thumb on your left thumb, then you're tend to be the left-brain dominant, thus more verbal and analytical. Which Doug said the logical kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyOw0X5r1gI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2AYdgxuFFbw/s400/IMG_4307.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414365590845117954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am the left-brain dominant. hehe the LOGICAL one. Which was only Matthew and I on the lunch table. The rest, Alwinyu, CJ, Mel, Jason and Doug were the emotional kind hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went home and googled about it, and found out it was true. I found other experiments too in some websites. Again, sharing is caring.&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&gt;&lt;i&gt;Experiment One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use your first finger of your dominant hand and trace out the capital letter 'Q' on your forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This experiment is to see whether you are a "self" or "other" centered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two types of people have different view in seeing the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyO2VWKtgoI/AAAAAAAAAng/7HLdU4g80U4/s400/2heads.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414371654873481858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Results?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-centered people&lt;/b&gt; tend to draw the letter Q in which it can be read by themselves. They tend to come across as being the "same person" in different situations, and their behaviour is guided more by their own values than the needs of others. They pride themselves on being straight with people, and expect others to be honest with them. Because of this, they are not expecially good at lying, but are better at detecting lies in others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People who are other-centered&lt;/b&gt; tend to draw the letter Q in which it can be seen by someone facing them. They tend to be concerned with how other people see them. They are happy being the center of attention, can easily adapt their behaviour to suit the situation in which they find themselves, and are skilled at influencing the way in which others see them. Because of this they are often good at lying, but not so good at detecting lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did the experiment and I am the self centered one. I can't really judge whether its true or not but I find the "..expect others to be honest with them" is true for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Experiment Two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, for Experiment Two, hold your right hand out and place your fingers together. Compare the length of your index (first) finger and your ring (third) finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyO5V60aaPI/AAAAAAAAAno/5D-jQwwJCeY/s400/test2_hand.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 219px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414374963246950642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Everyone knows the sex of their body, but what about their brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"The hormone ‘testosterone’ is linked with many traits traditionally seen as masculine, such as aggression, becoming frustrated when you don’t get your way, and, most important of all, social dominance. Those in highly competitive occupations, such as actors and footballers, tend to have much higher levels than those in more caring jobs, such as nurses and the clergy. Men have much greater levels of testosterone in their bodies and brains than women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Scientists believe that the amount of testosterone we were exposed to in the womb affects the ratio of index finger length to ring finger length. The higher the testosterone exposure, the longer the ring finger. Most women's index and ring fingers are almost equal because they have been exposed to less testosterone. If women have longer ring fingers, then they have more masculine tendencies. In most men, the ring finger is longer because they have higher testosterone levels. If men have ring fingers equal in length to their index fingers, or shorter, they have less masculine tendencies because they have been exposed to slightly less testosterone." -directly copied from the website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did this experiment and my ring finger is shorter than my index finger, meaning lower testosterone levels hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;Actually there are more interesting experiments! But I'm too lazy to write all about it. haha It surprises me that all these small things tell so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;So what are your results? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5990385756956490609-2413948010606675002?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2413948010606675002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/logical-or-emotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2413948010606675002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2413948010606675002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/logical-or-emotional.html' title='Logical or Emotional?'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyOw0xHP9wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CnsmfWRiq6A/s72-c/IMG_4308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8118814013386955039</id><published>2009-12-11T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:47:30.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Lunch with "Classmates"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is a story behind the "classmates" word. Bottom line, I have very "small air" friends. I mean classmates. hahaha *you know who you are* hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Before I write my main course story, let me show you some side appetizer story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm playing Petville now in Facebook! Its exactly like Pet Society. But then ah, this one a bit cuter. There's this one time I was playing and I click on something, it was lagging, so my pet, Twinkle thought I was idle, it went under the screen then pop up to look for me! So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEp62pcmNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Fjj3dFxpMfc/s400/pet.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413654318154553554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how Twinkle look like when it was looking for me.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I just renovated again my Cafe World.. hahaha it has Christmas feel now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEqktwgRzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MXQdT2kGtUI/s400/cafe.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413655037322741554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA ok back to my main story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 2nd of December, right after class, Carissa, Christie, Joseph, Kwan Hoong, Tong and I went to Pyramid, Thai Thai for my birthday lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEsL91x9hI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/g9Guu4kNq-Q/s400/IMG_4226.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413656811166365202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christie &amp;amp; me on the way to Pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we reach, the boys went to KimGary for a drink and the girls went window shopping because we had to wait for CurryLaksa's arrival. -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEsMexYOYI/AAAAAAAAAmY/aQ1ccpdBAkI/s400/IMG_4232+-+Copy.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413656820006271362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We found a Snowman to camwhore with.. wuahaha we know the Snowman is just a statue but at the same time we were thinking there's someone inside of the Snowman.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then headed to Thai Thai.. Love their chair colours in the restaurant! Very colourful.. I think I have something for nice and beautiful restaurants.. Just attracts me. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEsNecAK3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/qn-TzeqCaQA/s400/IMG_4246.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_5413656837096483698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carissa &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took this photo after our meals. Then its time to sing me a birthday song! Actually I didn't want them to sing me a birthday song because we were sitting outside of the restaurant and a bit shy you know.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But when you're with these people, they don't care! They would want to embarrassed you the max. hahaha Carissa made me cupcakes for my birthday with lil' snowman and lil' stars on top. So christmas-y..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEsM4En49I/AAAAAAAAAmg/vYf0IPT03yA/s400/IMG_4236.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413656826797876178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They lighted up the candles then asked me to blow out all the candles at one breathe. ONE FREAKING BREATHE. The first time I blew it, fail. Then they lit ALL the candles again and ask me to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I failed four times! So they lit it up again 4 times!! Damn mean right these people. Finally, I managed to blew it all off. Cheeks also painful already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEsNoVxzaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1XtLrAoSNUo/s400/IMG_4248.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_5413656839754730914" /&gt;Ooo, the theme for the lunch was white footwear. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEuiOtOnII/AAAAAAAAAm4/Q7C2PzGoxTE/s400/IMG_4253.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_5413659392674274434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nah, it was a coincidence. But you see, got one black slippers there. The odd one.. Mr. Tong Tong slippers. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEuit_BJYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/f-5rkpVwot0/s400/IMG_4254.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_5413659401070388610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for the lunch, Carissa! Thanks for coming Christie, although you were not feeling well. And last but not least, my awesome "classmates" hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5990385756956490609-8118814013386955039?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8118814013386955039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-lunch-with-classmates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8118814013386955039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8118814013386955039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-lunch-with-classmates.html' title='Birthday Lunch with &quot;Classmates&quot;'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SyEp62pcmNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Fjj3dFxpMfc/s72-c/pet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5219312665667271541</id><published>2009-12-10T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:55:03.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Eve 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This entry was suppose to make its appearance last week, but last week I was too busy to write, hence this late birthday post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Right now, I am only going to talk about what I did on my birthday celebration with Alwinyu. Too many to write. Had damn a lot of celebration for my birthday like some celebrity muahaha AND AND it's not even over yet! I still have not had my birthday dinner party with my other two bitches, S and V. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alwinyu brought me to Paris for my birthday dinner. I tell you, super awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/3778354904_23c0d88a7b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eifel tower, Champs-Elyse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;es, Place de la Concorde, Opera Garnier. B-E-A-U tifool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HAHA. Ok I was playing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I had a slice of Paris for my birthday. Alwinyu brought me to Cafe Cafe in downtown Kuala Lumpur. The restaurant is quite hidden. Never knew there is such restaurant existed in KL. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I first walked in, OMG. So pretty! Dim lights, candles on tables, twinkling crystals like stars on the ceiling, and vintage setting in the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_J2bs-N4I/AAAAAAAAAko/DCJEBGn4SEA/s400/IMG_4210.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267214109128578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Super romantic restaurant! You can keep looking around at the restaurant and forgetting to order your food hahaha had quite a tough time choosing what to eat because firstly, I would look at the price. Must take care of his wallet right haha its a bit pricey but still okay, and secondly, there are not MANY choices so you keep looking at the same thing wondering which one to order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wanted to try their wagyu beef but they were out of stock. Grr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_Lt-hGCiI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yDq4XyQA5_Q/s400/IMG_4192.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269267858983458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After ordering, again, I was amazed with the deco, so I took out my camera to snap snap. But the place was too dark for me to take nice pictures! There was this group of aunties sitting at the front of the restaurant and they were talking real loud. Kind of spoiling the mood of the restaurant haha luckily we were sitting at the back and barely focusing on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_StdDlvaI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ptE5-aSu6zs/s400/IMG_4189.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276955458256290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_Ss7JOQDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nr6qE2Y-BvA/s400/IMG_4187.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276946355077170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now food picturessss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We ordered Escargot in Olive Oil. YUMMY. Loved it! I was wondering why did they serve it in a small cup/bowl instead of the shell of it.. But whatever, just as long as it taste GOOD. hahaha they serve it with bread and each cup/bowl had two Escargot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_N892D7jI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Dn_dTmZbeY0/s400/IMG_4206.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413271724399783474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alwinyu ordered some steak in Wasabi sauce. Crazy I tell you. But he said it was not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_PoVnYa_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/970ZsxK5kb4/s400/IMG_4208.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413273569026665458" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I ordered Rack of Lambs.. OOooohhh, damn awesome! Love the lamb, love the sauce! Shared some with Alwinyu and he said it was good! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_PowYFkDI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LKr6yPyc9c0/s400/IMG_4209.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413273576210272306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We were sitting at a quite dead end area where if you walked pass us you''ll be walking towards the wall. So the waiters were damn funny. Usually in high class restaurants, the waiters will always walk around to check on your tables in case you needed something or they want to clear your plate once you're done. Therefore they couldn't really pretend to be walking around at a dead end area, so the way they peep at our tables to see if we're done is so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After our satisfying meal, Alwinyu as usual wanted a cigg break. My birthday also wanna smoke! Where can! Grr. So I went a bit emo and told him "Let's go" as in go home haha he gave me the WTF face and kept telling me for a while only blablabla very fast blablabla so I VERY reluctantly let him go. Cis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After 7 hours, he came back to the table. HAHAHA ok lah, around 7 minutes. With a letter! A *ahem* love *cough cough* letter. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_Suz62GWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/MKQq7yhutwU/s400/IMG_4220.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276978775464290" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He gave me the letter to also distract me from seeing the waiter pass me by with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_Sufn6rBI/AAAAAAAAAlo/l-19DEsqSJs/s400/IMG_4217.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276973327363090" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can actually hear the waiter behind of me lighting up the candle because of the sound of the lighter. But I didn't gave much thoughts because I thought the waiter was lighting the candles on the table.. haha but no! It's my cute chocolate cake with ice cream at the side! Once you cut the cake, the chocolate inside of it just OOZE out... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_StxUoJ5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/qBPTl6i6_38/s400/IMG_4216.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276960898426770" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alwinyu then started telling me he not only went out to smoke but to prepare for this. LOL trying to cover up his cigg break excuse. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After everything, we had to leave Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ahh, bye bye Paris. I will be back soon, one day, someday. The real Paris. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LOVE the dinner and companion. And of course, love yu. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx_bKEMDd_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/xRhhKaEHcTo/s400/IMG_4224.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413286243092101106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Went home a happy 22 year old girl. Yes, still a girl, not yet a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P.S : Next post will be another birthday entry. Whee~&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/5990385756956490609-5219312665667271541?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5219312665667271541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-eve-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5219312665667271541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5219312665667271541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-eve-09.html' title='Birthday Eve 09'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/3778354904_23c0d88a7b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2065074946129265576</id><published>2009-12-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:19:01.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me, But You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I just lost my last breathe talking to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how much we turn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how much we run,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It comes back to the same thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how much longer I can take it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how much longer I can stand seeing you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how much longer I could take it before I slap you left, then right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to wake you up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think you know it all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you're so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to think about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, it's you.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2065074946129265576?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2065074946129265576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-me-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2065074946129265576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two days before my birthday, Monnie, V, and I decided to celebrate my birthday in One U with shopping, movie, and dinner. Right after my class in the morning, I fetched Monnie and V to One U. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not even halfway our journey to One U, I got into an accident...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was going up on the bridge after the Summit traffic lights, there was a police road block right on top of the bridge! The car in front of me braked, I didn't manage to brake in time, so I hit the car in front. It was a very light hit. I was not even speeding but maybe I was going up the hill so I did press the accelerator a bit more. But to make matters worse, the car behind of me didn't manage to stop! So she hit my Wackidee's ass. Sobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She hit hard ok! When I was in the car, it felt like all happen in ONE MILLISECOND. Brake. Crash. Boom. Boom. Pow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I can remember now at that very moment was I pressed the brake real hard and Monnie screaming OMG, OMG. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once the crash happen, I felt like there were birds flying around my head with stars twinkling. wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once we park at the side of the road, the police at the road block came to see us. The car in front of me, a Honda lady driver, came down from her car and started scolding the police. Of all the places the police can do a road block, they decided to do it on top of a bridge! WTFWTF The police kept quiet and kept asking whether we "ada apa-apa" or not. 5 minutes later, they all went off. There's accident and they went off. Great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the Honda lady was a nice lady. She was a bit emo because she was on the way to fetch her daughter. But the most fuckup thing is the lady behind that hit my car. She should really win an Oscar. Let's name her... Miss PB @ Pretending Bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was actually nice enough to walked to Miss PB and asked her whether she was ok. Her lips were like bleeding, so I asked her did she bit her lip. Miss PB said, "Sigh I don't know is it my lips, tongue or teeth bleeding lah.. Sigh.. So painful!" -_____-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So drama! GRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then Miss PB asked me "Why did you brake? See now.. Sigh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WTF. Why I braked!?? Then!? Crash to the car in front!? MCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Long story short, Miss PB tried to show me her Woman Power by talking loudly at me. I think she was trying to bully me. I couldn't take it so I scolded her. Then ah, she 360 degrees change. Change to this PITY woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She thought I was Malay. So she asked the Honda Lady to help her. In Cantonese! She asked the Honda Lady to pakat with her and bring me down. wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Felt like telling her I know more bad words in Cantonese than her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, around that time, I was supposed to sms Alwinyu. He didn't get my sms so he asked where am I after the accident. Told him I got into an accident but had to put down the phone because my phone was ringing like balls. Tonnes of phone call came! My dad, my mum, the tow truck dude, and some Toyota people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He came over but he thought I was at the bottom of the bridge because there was another accident there too involving a lorry. The lorry brakes were not working so he crashed it to the divider and fell on top of a Volvo.. Nine cars were involved in that accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my car picture from the front view. I asked Monnie to take pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx0vKlsEGiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ijYYTl3fxyE/s400/IMG_1720.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412534186131331618" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so bad right the front...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my poor Wackidee from the back......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx1OPMrBuFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-gecgFmRwWo/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412568350175901778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seeing this photo makes me go Ouch. Sigh. Its fucking DEEP INSIDE. I think Miss PB used my car to stop her car! She didn't even step on the brakes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The mechanics said to fix my car it would probably take up to 2-3 months! And the damage is RM15-30k because its very extreme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Accident happened at 3pm but only managed to settle everything after 12am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got a summon from the sergeant of RM300. -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cos it was still my fault of hitting the car in front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss PB did not go to the police station because she was admitted into the hospital. Fuck her man. Her acting skills is really awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway and anyhow, I am glad and thankful that my passengers are alright. Still alive! If anything would have happened to them, I really don't know what to do.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still owe them a birthday dinner though. haha *soon soon*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now quite phobia when comes to driving or when I sit someone else's car. haha And I've got that eerie feeling whenever I used that road. Its just a matter of time before I pass this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now I'm car-less and that's sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So not in the mood to do anything right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fmlfmlfmlfmlfmlFML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3423151400201639017?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3423151400201639017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-days-before-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3423151400201639017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3423151400201639017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-days-before-my-birthday.html' title='Two Days Before My Birthday'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sx0vKlsEGiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ijYYTl3fxyE/s72-c/IMG_1720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2686058877384703047</id><published>2009-12-05T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:04:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Tambun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the 27th of November, the gang and I went up to Ipoh to the Lost World of Tambun. It's basically a water theme park. Just like Sunway Lagoon. But this has less dry and water park rides than the Sunway one.. The gang bought the tickets like months ago because they were having promotion at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached Ipoh, we were literally lost because we went round and round, circles and circles to find this particular restaurant that has this famous curry mee or something like that. We not only didn't get to go to this "famous" curry mee place after driving for more than an hour, but ended up eating at some restaurant we found along the way. The boys were saying that in one day, the restaurant's business might be up to 15 plates a day, but that morning they had to serve 20 plates! The restaurant is so quiet. I don't think the fly even make noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached the Lost World of Tambun, it was freaking hot! Luckily I didn't get any darker from the trip. Thanks to Joe Lin and Mel's sunblock! Towards the evening, it started to rain though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the water park rides, we went to the ladies' to shower and change and O.M.G the shower rooms were flooding! The water was up till my ankle! I don't even want to imagine what is in the water when everyone was showering next door to each other............... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Chlorine killed my hair. My hair is now is really in a mess. fml.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the gang went to play the dry park rides. Didn't wanna play cos didn't wanna risk getting a headache. My head is freaking useless. If I would to walk at one direction, then u-turn to the other direction, and u-turn back to the direction again, I will instantly get dizzy. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the rides, we went for a walk at some cave, saw two tigers, and goose! The goose damn cute. Damn layan Andy. haha&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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sxn1IPBBZ4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/BiasYvbq2Q4/s400/15835_209546237834_770942834_4099438_7887688_n.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_5411625949080938370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we walked further, we reached the petting zoo. Super nice the zoo! Get to walk in a bird cage! Then all the birds flying around you. Then as you walked out from the cage, you'll see the big ass snakes! And noisy parrots! The parrots were making loud noises because it was being kept in the cage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sxn1IQMOZMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/k-zeZOIjFW4/s400/15835_209551512834_770942834_4099468_7574512_n.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_5411625949396362434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo is quite big but quite empty. I think it would be much better next year. They have this white colour goat or lamb.. It was trying to bite Douglas pants.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, getting lazy to blog about the whole trip but nevertheless.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;definitely had fun even though I'm afraid of water and I can't swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SxnwMg2C4II/AAAAAAAAAjw/rzhWq2top48/s400/15835_209215267834_770942834_4097200_791163_n.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_5411620525028073602" /&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pictures credit to Melanie! (:&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/5990385756956490609-2686058877384703047?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2686058877384703047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-in-tambun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2686058877384703047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2686058877384703047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-in-tambun.html' title='Lost In Tambun'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sxn1IPBBZ4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/BiasYvbq2Q4/s72-c/15835_209546237834_770942834_4099438_7887688_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8295975732235168470</id><published>2009-12-02T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:14:05.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have not been blogging cos it was a freaking busy week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good things and obviously bad things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Will blog soon once I'm free after this week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BTW, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Meeee!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Received lots of loveeee from friends through facebook and sms! Those messages really made my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll be back. *A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;rnold Schwarzenegger tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Why do all good things come to an end?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8295975732235168470?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8295975732235168470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8295975732235168470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8295975732235168470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-565395975749868446</id><published>2009-11-26T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:05:55.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I FINALLY GOT IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye Misery, Hello Mystery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After three years, I let you down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After three years, you gave up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today onwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will have a new life with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*jumps for joy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, looking at Justin Bieber makes me feel so old. fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-565395975749868446?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-567811651796072154</id><published>2009-11-24T01:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:49:05.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treats and Coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I heard the most random but super funny shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, my lecturer came in to class feeling so chirpy she decided to ask us how are we feeling today. 80% of the class ignored her and kept quiet but 20% said "Not good" and "Bad".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she started asking why and everyone said because it's Monday. Monday blues. So she started a "Be Happy and why you should love Monday" lecture for about 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you feel joy?" she asked. Do I feel joy? How do I feel joy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you happy to be alive?" she asked again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There are lots of things you should be happy about....." she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, she asked all of us to take out a piece of paper and write down 10 things we are grateful for. Everyone starting moaning and complaining as if she asked us to write 10,000 words essay. Ok. I was actually moaning inside but it's because I already did that before in one of her previous classes few sems back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to say she's got a very, very positive attitude in life after she came back to teach. I wonder why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK the funny and random thing was when she was teaching us about the Payoff Matrix, she was comparing Pepsi with Coke. So she kept saying Pepsi and Coke Pepsi and Coke Pepsi and Coke so many times in her explanation that she accidentally said Pepsi and Cock! HAHAHA! The whole class looked at her and laughed out loud... HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that the class was so quiet ok.. Everyone was doing their own thing and nobody paid attention to her. There's this girl playing her Farmville and Restaurant City game, another boy showing his buddies half naked Japanese hot chicks in his laptop wtf, and some just daydream and notices what her classmates are doing. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the lecturer felt so embarrassed, she said "Sorry sorry. *clears throat* COKE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my.. I am so GRATEFUL for that Monday morning joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes evening. I was at home playing with doggy, Hiro. Playing with his favourite blue ball. I somehow feel he knows he's bigger than me so he bullies me a lot. Scratches me. Jumps on me. CB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwrUGiPMLVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/VktzxH24hpM/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407367511346523474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidently, my mum came home from work. FYI, she never touches Hiro or even pat him before. She say she hates dogs because when she was young, a dog bit her thigh. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can tell she sayangs Hiro because she would always buy treats for Hiro whenever she pass by a pet store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as she open the gate, she called for him, "Hi~ro... How are you? Are you a good boy today?" Hiro bite his ball in to his mouth and swing it left to right vigorously. haha so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my mum turned to me and said, "Did you give him my tits or not?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed so hard that Hiro dropped his ball and just look at me with his head droop one side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum soon realized what she said and she started laughing too. wtfwtf.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treats to Tits..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwrTKz-w5CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Au1GTSSMgYw/s400/n524278167_1120395_2450.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407366485317313570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully this dog will only respond to treats and not tits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems pretty normal when our friends say those words but when you heard it from your lecturer or your mum, sounds so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on at night, Currylaksa sent me a funny mms. I laughed so hard again I spilled my Orange juice on my laptop hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a Monday.&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Monday is the root of all evil"&lt;/i&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/5990385756956490609-567811651796072154?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/567811651796072154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/treats-and-coke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/567811651796072154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/567811651796072154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/treats-and-coke.html' title='Treats and Coke'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwrUGiPMLVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/VktzxH24hpM/s72-c/IMG_2839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3182460111547698473</id><published>2009-11-21T00:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:33:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess who's backkk..........................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Jay Chou! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwbFaHgcM5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iY3CkMqoMyw/s400/huasha.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406225455187243922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And who's that girl beside her? Grr.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her name is Cindy Yen. Why not Jade YAN? sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently she's Jay Chou's junior. I don't really know much about her yet. Have to hire a Private Investigator first to check out who is she dueting with MY Jay Chou.. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually he's not really BACK yet... I only found this song. Don't worry Jay, I will buy every ORIGINAL album you produce till the day I die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwbIVNJPOmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sa8117N_TNY/s400/IMG_4180.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_5406228669336074850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still have space to put your new album.. If not, I'll just buy a new shelf!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the MV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKNLg8ZR4Vs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKNLg8ZR4Vs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check out the part he spins the cello in to his arms........... *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh, Jay Chou! When's your next album coming out? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Yin Wei Wo Ai Ni Ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - Jay Chou&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/5990385756956490609-3182460111547698473?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3182460111547698473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/sand-painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3182460111547698473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3182460111547698473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/sand-painting.html' title='Sand Painting'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwbFaHgcM5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iY3CkMqoMyw/s72-c/huasha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2523215268219762645</id><published>2009-11-19T14:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:41:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orianthi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 20px; font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;According to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 20px; font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything right.&lt;br /&gt;According to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm difficult,&lt;br /&gt;hard to please,&lt;br /&gt;forever changing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess in a dress,&lt;br /&gt;can't show up on time,&lt;br /&gt;even if it would save my life.&lt;br /&gt;According to you. According to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to him&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;incredible,&lt;br /&gt;he can't get me out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;According to him&lt;br /&gt;I'm funny,&lt;br /&gt;irresistible,&lt;br /&gt;everything he ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is opposite,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like stopping it,&lt;br /&gt;so baby tell me what I got to lose.&lt;br /&gt;He's into me for everything I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;according to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm boring,&lt;br /&gt;I'm moody,&lt;br /&gt;you can't take me any place.&lt;br /&gt;According to you&lt;br /&gt;I suck at telling jokes cause I always give it away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl with the worst attention span;&lt;br /&gt;you're the boy who puts up with it.&lt;br /&gt;According to you. According to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to him&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;incredible,&lt;br /&gt;he can't get me out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;According to him&lt;br /&gt;I'm funny,&lt;br /&gt;irresistible,&lt;br /&gt;everything he ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is opposite,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like stopping it,&lt;br /&gt;so baby tell me what I got to lose.&lt;br /&gt;He's into me for everything I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;according to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;like I'm not hated. oh-- no--.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see me through his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad you're making me dizz-ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to me&lt;br /&gt;you're stupid,&lt;br /&gt;you're useless,&lt;br /&gt;you can't do anything right.&lt;br /&gt;But according to him&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;incredible,&lt;br /&gt;he can't get me out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;According to him&lt;br /&gt;I'm funny,&lt;br /&gt;irresistible,&lt;br /&gt;everything he ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is opposite,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like stopping it,&lt;br /&gt;baby tell me what I got to lose.&lt;br /&gt;He's into me for everything I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;according to you. [you, you]&lt;br /&gt;According to you. [you, you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Zynga is making me play more and more games! So many games that I forget all the timing! Now I'm addicted to Fishville! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwThjzUex7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/bmt1mbAU73E/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A game where you rear fishes in the tank! Then you have to clean the tank, feed the fishes, and decorate your tank! Sounds so lame but oh so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bookmarks in Facebook are nothing but games!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I mentioned Facebook, I don't understand why some people don't get it whenever I ignore their group or page invitation... They can send you the invitation again when you already ignored it! -___- And those people KNOWS I'm active on Facebook. Don't tell me I didn't check the Requests!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially those that wants you to become their fan! Walaoeh.. If your fans are the one who created the fan page and invite us its okay but if YOU yourself created the fan page and want us to be your fan then its WTF. If you're a big star then I'll understand as well. But you're not! You're just an ordinary person like me and everyone else. &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;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Live out of your imagination, not your history."&lt;/i&gt; - Stephen R. Covey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2523215268219762645?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2523215268219762645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/orianthi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2523215268219762645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2523215268219762645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/orianthi.html' title='Orianthi'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwThjzUex7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/bmt1mbAU73E/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2721909446497127952</id><published>2009-11-17T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:36:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the lion fell in love with the lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The twilight came, now a new moon is rising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwJNbfoSEWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zT20woadLl4/s1600/new-moon-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwJNbfoSEWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zT20woadLl4/s400/new-moon-poster2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404967637540278626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my blood went pumping when I saw the Vanity Fair pictures of Edward Cullen!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwJNbJxPIKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Uul2MlwVIVg/s1600/cats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwJNbJxPIKI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Uul2MlwVIVg/s400/cats1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404967631672254626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW MOON!! Edward Cullen! You see, I'm not crazy over Robert Pattinson but I'm crazy over Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen in Twilight just makes me melt all the time~ The things he say to Bella, the things he do for Bella, the things he...... sigh. I wanna be Bella. Or Edward the Vampire as a boyfriend.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know many girls are drooling over the muscular and toned up body of Jacob Black.. but I don't know why I'm not.. Not my type =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer the..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossibly fast and strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pale white and ice cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes change colour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes speak like he's from a different time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never eat or drink, and don't go out in the sunlight Edward Cullen. &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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot.wait.to.see.edward.cullen.in.new.moon.ahhh.&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/5990385756956490609-2721909446497127952?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2721909446497127952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2721909446497127952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2721909446497127952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb.html' title='...and the lion fell in love with the lamb'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SwJNbfoSEWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zT20woadLl4/s72-c/new-moon-poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-9088448336754246297</id><published>2009-11-14T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:42:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sv6OfDCzHyI/AAAAAAAAAio/F68SS7iES3M/s1600-h/IMG_4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403913266935308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sv6OfDCzHyI/AAAAAAAAAio/F68SS7iES3M/s400/IMG_4165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comes Around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a classic case scenario,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tale as old as time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, you got what you deserved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now you want somebody to kill the lonely nights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wish you had somebody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That could come and make it right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girl, I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ferris Wheel in Pyramid! Whee~ Reminded me of Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timberlake's&lt;/span&gt; song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting older and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blurer&lt;/span&gt; day by day.. What's wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I wanted to staple my assignment but I couldn't find a stapler in my room. So I went downstairs to look for one in my mum's miscellaneous cupboard. I found the stapler and suddenly my dad came and talk to me about the awesome bread he was eating. Right after he stopped talking, I stood there for 5 seconds to think "Why am I downstairs....?" Oh yea, to look for a stapler. So I opened the cupboard to look for a stapler. Oh shit, wait. I already looked for it. Where IS the stapler!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking for it. On the dining table, on the chair, and on the couch. Then I told my dad about my situation. He said it looks like I'm describing the symptoms of a 53 year old man like him. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I found it later on. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, why so blur.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day in college, I bought a printing card to print my assignments in the computer lab. After printing in the lab, I headed to the lift to go back up to class. While waiting for the forever-long-wait-lift, this guy came to me and asked, "Hi. You were printing just now right?" I was a bit shocked because what is it got to do with him whether I print anything or not. "Yeah...." I answered him. Then he was holding a card and giving it to me, "Yea, I saw you printing just now and you left your card inside the machine.." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.... I left my newly bought printing card in the lab....... "OH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; your phone too" he added. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wtfwtfwtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to WAKE UP and stop being so blur..... My phone is not any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;canggih&lt;/span&gt; phone but how can I LIVE without my phone and how can I just LEAVE my phone there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fml&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another blur case. The other day I woke up a bit late for college. I rushed to the bathroom and squeezed the facial cleanser on my toothbrush. o.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I need help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt;! Only two girls left!! And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;happpyyy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;streamyx&lt;/span&gt; cut my line the other day because I forgot to pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; so I couldn't online for a day. And I cooked King Crab Bisque in my Cafe World and couldn't serve it. So I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Alwinyu&lt;/span&gt; to help me serve. He said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and all. And when he came home, he forgot!! King Crab Bisque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. You know how expensive! Sigh. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; Jade. Just a game. Breathe~ (not to mention a big Insanity Big Lorry is chasing up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cipet&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing."&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt; R. Covey &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-9088448336754246297?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/9088448336754246297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-goes-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/9088448336754246297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/9088448336754246297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-goes-around.html' title='What Goes Around...'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Sv6OfDCzHyI/AAAAAAAAAio/F68SS7iES3M/s72-c/IMG_4165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-878478654241693099</id><published>2009-11-11T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:34:58.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See The Light</title><content type='html'>What I meant was the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the light where Mr. Bean fell from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, most of my classes are in the morning. And I even have a morning class on Saturday which totally sucks. Imagine waking up so early every Saturday morning. Then I have to wake up early on a Sunday morning as well to accompany my parents for breakfast and stuff. THEN, waking up early again on a Monday for class. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my old house, my curtains are in a very dark shade of blue. Royal blue kind. Even if the sun outside is motherfucking hot, it still feels like it's at night because the room is still in darkness. I loveeee my curtains back then even though my mum hated it because she thinks the curtains make my room too dark and which human can study in a room so dark. (Hello? Thomas Edison created an answer for it) But, isn't that the purpose of a bedroom?? It is my place to relax and sleep whenever I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in this current house, my mum took over the "interior designer" role. She chose one side of my wall colour to be purple and she gave my brother's one side of the wall colour to be BLACK. wtf. What happen to "It makes the room dark! How are you gonna study in the room!?" Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and.... she gave me a CREAM COLOUR WINDOW CLOTH BLINDERS. CREAMOMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it gonna block the sunlight............................ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering changing my window blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvmHda3tx2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/YQvWTnPf1AQ/s1600-h/IMG_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402498167506585442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvmHda3tx2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/YQvWTnPf1AQ/s400/IMG_4157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see! The lights are coming in!! Ahh! How am I suppose to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402498175302564258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvmHd36a-aI/AAAAAAAAAig/Mrco5Zj1iYI/s400/IMG_4158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken when it was only 0855!! Look like its 1200 already!! Grr. And you see! So bright how to continue to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to cover my face with the blanket... Then I was suffocating. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't wake up very late. So when I wanna sleep longer in the morning, it means I really need my sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small things like this can't make me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random facts about my sleeping habits/pattern/whatever :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot sleep if I can hear the clock ticking softly somewhere&lt;br /&gt;2. I can sleep if the TV is on very loud&lt;br /&gt;3. I cannot sleep when my dog barks once every minute&lt;br /&gt;4. I can sleep anywhere and anytime&lt;br /&gt;5. I cannot sleep if the lights are on when I'm on my bed&lt;br /&gt;6. I can sleep with the lights on when I'm doing my assignment on my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Ok time to sleep.. Early class tomorrow and assignments are piling up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adobe Illustrator is stressing me up in class today. @$#%!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The key is not to prioritize what's on your schedule, but to schedule your priorities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;”&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Stephen R. Corvy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-878478654241693099?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/878478654241693099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/878478654241693099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/878478654241693099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-light.html' title='I See The Light'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvmHda3tx2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/YQvWTnPf1AQ/s72-c/IMG_4157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4822390716975361869</id><published>2009-11-10T00:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:14:25.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One, Two, 3</title><content type='html'>I lovee Britney Spears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people who dislike/hate her as hell... but what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been her fan since I was 12 years old.. I still remember not knowing who is she until the last day of my primary school years.. Everyone in school threw a big big party.. Friends brought flour, eggs, and balloons to play! I cannot remember why there were no teachers who stopped us that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was running around.. Girls chasing boys (Curry.... hehe), throwing flour at each other then throwing water balloons at them, and dropping those eggs from the 3rd floor to those people standing at the ground floor badminton court.. hahaha then girls walking around and asking classmates and schoolmates to sign on their clean white uniforms! I remembered I was one of them but I think my mum scolded me like hell for ruining my shirt and I think she threw it away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the crazy dirty fun, everyone went back to their respective classes and that's when my Indian classmate took out his radio and a bunch of cassettes.. I think I judged him too early. Thought he was gonna play Hindi music but no.. he played Hit Me Baby One More Time.. Everyone in the classroom were dancing and singing to the music. So I went up and ask him who's the singer, and that is how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402148660438204018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvhJlblFfnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/p1wWETxgtlA/s400/BritneySpears003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a hardcore Britney fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought all her albums up till her latest Circus. Love all her songs. Not so crazy over her antics but I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402144879559253746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvhGJWtTHvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DrsiaupWt38/s400/Circus_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everytime when Britney's song is on the radio I would turn it a lil' louder and declare my love for Britney Spears to Alwinyu. HAHA and he would shake his head and tell me she's a bad influence and I should not like her. hahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402144873975333778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvhGJB5_Q5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/KfvesGHsNxE/s400/91303598.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her latest single "3" is awesome possum! She looks pretty in the MV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EjtbB4_4ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EjtbB4_4ek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What we do is innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just for fun and nothin' meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't like the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's just do it you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You and me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or three... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or four... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the floor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-4822390716975361869?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4822390716975361869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-two-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4822390716975361869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/4822390716975361869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-two-3.html' title='One, Two, 3'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvhJlblFfnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/p1wWETxgtlA/s72-c/BritneySpears003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-2425509225706464624</id><published>2009-11-08T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:11:47.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401045075234884162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvRd4UU_ikI/AAAAAAAAAho/FKYk4bG7h1o/s400/TimeTravellersWife.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where is he, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays. - Clare, The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401045224974498306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvReBCJsugI/AAAAAAAAAhw/qyc6ZfnldAU/s400/TTW_Wallpaper_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Time Traveler's Wife and I LOVE THE MOVIE... Must buy the dvd to keep so I can watch anytime I want. I can skip to my favourite parts of the movie and keep repeating the same scene..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie's synopsis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicago librarian suffers from a rare genetic disorder that sends him hurtling through time whenever he is under extreme duress; despite the fact that he vanishes at inordinately frequent and lengthy intervals, he attempts to build a stable future with the beautiful young heiress he loves. Eric Bana and Rachel McAdams star in this dramatic fantasy, which is directed by Robert Schwentke and based on the best-selling book by author Audrey Niffenegger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clare has been in love with Henry her entire life. She believes they are destined to be together, even though she never knows when they will be separated: Henry is a time traveler--cursed with a rare genetic anomaly that causes him to live his life on a shifting timeline, skipping back and forth through his lifespan with no control. Despite the fact that Henry's travels force them apart with no warning, Clare desperately tries to build a life with her one true love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna buy the book and read it.. Some friends told me that it is not exactly the same from the book and the book's ending is much nicer than the movie.. I kinda like the ending in the movie, so if the book's better, I must read it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning and middle part of the movie was a bit draggy and it looks like they kinda rush everything together on how they met. In the movie, when Henry met Clare at the library, Henry believes it was his first time meeting her so he was confused but Clare looked like she knew everything about him because he time travelled to the past before and met her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clare asked him out for dinner to explain everything, Henry was a bit blur, they went for dinner, Clare was mesmerized during dinner, Henry still blur, went back to his apartment(wtf?), Clare mesmerized again, stares at him in a very "hao" way, started kissing each other then you-know-what-happen-next. Wtf? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok aside from that scene, after they got married, that is when I started to fall in love with Henry. Err, I mean the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I can ever be as strong and brave as Clare in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine eating dinner with your boyfriend on your ANNIVERSARY and he suddenly disappears. WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you are sad and depress because of something and you are complaining to him about it and then he disappears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine he's fetching you for a movie or kai kai in the car then he disappears?? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine if he disappears and he never comes back...................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking bout the movie again makes me wanna watch it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch the movie people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh before the movie I went to Dave's and up till today, I still love their pasta! Yummy, yummy! and they are having 50% off promotion on selected pasta during lunch hours. I ate Ham and Mixed Mushrooms and the original price is rm28, so now is only rm14 for a plate of yummy fettuccine carbonara! and its in a very big portion! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401323645268283266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvVbPOkiT4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/fCPlSRkIXQY/s400/daves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I also love their stuffed mushrooms! rm20 for 6 mushrooms! That's like rm3.333333 per mushroom! hahaha but it's goooooood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always." — Audrey Niffenegger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-2425509225706464624?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2425509225706464624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-traveler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2425509225706464624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/2425509225706464624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-traveler.html' title='Time Traveler'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SvRd4UU_ikI/AAAAAAAAAho/FKYk4bG7h1o/s72-c/TimeTravellersWife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-1551567523901423616</id><published>2009-11-05T11:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:47:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Pranked</title><content type='html'>First off, if you haven't notice... I changed my layout! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old one was boring already.. Time for a new one! I think I will change my layout again when I'm bored with this.. hahaha but maybe not so soon because to change a layout takes me 21.67 hours! fml. and it's not even perfect yet! wtfwtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super love this layout hehe oh, and I would like to take this opportunity here to thank my ClaireBear for being so patient with me by helping me and teaching me how to do it.. Without you, I could not have done it in 21.67 hours. And I would also like to thank......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to re-do nearly everything! The hassle is not from re-typing my friends' blogs' list, but the codes I have to re-type for the layout! Have to slowly look at the codes to match them and all. Headache, confusing, and waste of time.. I shall only changed my layout when I am super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about bored, yesterday on the way to college, I was listening to Hitz.fm and they were talking about a prank that Ellen DeGeneres did to Taylor Swift.. So I went home, had no mood to do my assignment, my Cafe World food is not ready hehe and feeling bored, I YouTubed the video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGth7aSd0EM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGth7aSd0EM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your weekend ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you're looking for has been here all the time -Taylor Swift, You Belong With Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-1551567523901423616?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1551567523901423616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-pranked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1551567523901423616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/1551567523901423616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-pranked.html' title='Got Pranked'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-5312235698011387175</id><published>2009-11-03T14:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:31:20.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole vs. Laura</title><content type='html'>Five girls lefttttt!! Nervous!! Who will be America's Next Top Model Cycle 13!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of watching the whole cycle once all the episodes are aired but OH EM GEE.. I cannot wait.. So I have to watch it every week in YouTube despite the poor internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there's some serious issue with the motherfking stupid internet, seriously. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like taking gazillion years to load one second of the video.. Then when its in good mood, walao speedy gonzales fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok stop with the internet, back to ANTM!!! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I like two girls instead of just Nicole.. If one of them would win, I will still be happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399757750350237250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su_LEJbJzkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2_OTj-YFuJU/s400/cw-antm13-nicole-container_054511-ec17f8-500x376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my blog, you would know I love Nicole hehe she always take nice pictures! This photo was last week's. The girls had to pose as hapa which means half in Hawaiian or women from mixed cultural background. Nicole had to portray a Malagasy and Japanese women.. So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399757033356040418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su_KaaaamOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/i2obVMPvdrM/s400/cw-antm13-laura-container_054512-7bb12e-500x376.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Laura.. She's really cute! I like the way she talks with the small country accent.. haha in here, she was made to look like a Mexican and Greek.. I think she looks different from her self after the make up and all.. I like this photo a lot too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Five girls left and I only love two. So which one of you have to pack your bags and go home? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahh!! Who will win this cycle!? Cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-5312235698011387175?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5312235698011387175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicole-vs-laura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5312235698011387175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/5312235698011387175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicole-vs-laura.html' title='Nicole vs. Laura'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su_LEJbJzkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2_OTj-YFuJU/s72-c/cw-antm13-nicole-container_054511-ec17f8-500x376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3365076572693257998</id><published>2009-11-02T14:58:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:40:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399401942719558434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6HdatacyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WzPOCVUnnCQ/s400/IMG_3966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy belated &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;! So what you did for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; in Malacca! More like in Aif's house in A Famosa. The gang decided to celebrate &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; there and it is compulsary to wear costume. damn. So last minute, so the costume I did for Alwinyu is diy hahaha will be revealed later.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399401951092586802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6Hd55suTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/IudGz09gs24/s400/IMG_3982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once we reached Malacca, we straight headed for Chicken Rice Balls then some shopping. Some even bought last minute costumes for the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume party later. The other gang couldn't wait to eat the Satay Celup so they went off first, hence only few of us in this group shot.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399404489006581714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6JxoXjB9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jZC2dN8WDqM/s400/IMG_3990.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was my first time eating Satay Celup and in my opinion its not to say anything special.. Quite yummy and I love the fishballs hehe Alwinyu kept taking the sticks as though its free.. He say everything looks yummy.. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399401953151632082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6HeBknQtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ULzvvrcsMFU/s400/IMG_3995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off to Aifiq's house after Satay Celup.. It was a long journey because his house is located in A Famosa.. Took us about half an hour drive to his home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399401958293448098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6HeUuhJaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/A1Kn0YWCc3c/s400/IMG_4068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His home has a private pool! How cool! Rhymes! It is his holiday home therefore nobody cleans the house, only outside, which is the pool.. So when we went in, there were dead and alive cockroaches! But I think once the alive cockroaches heard the noisy and loud us, they all ran away.. Nowhere to be seen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After settling down, time to suit up! Everyone went in to their rooms and change.. I'm gonna introduce everyone that dressed up that&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Halloween&lt;/span&gt; night..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399413099061763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6RmzUq3YI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XbJgGDqN0iQ/s400/IMG_4031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aifiq the Teh Ais&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha I found this very creative although I didn't get what he was dressing up at first.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399413121365527794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6RoGaTTPI/AAAAAAAAAew/qzsUmptJx-A/s400/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Azim the Optimus Prime Head and White Cloth Body&lt;/span&gt;? haha I forgot what is he already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399413112978839858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6RnnKwmTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wTZS3q6baSQ/s400/IMG_4043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Matthew the Baseball Player&lt;/span&gt; haha looks so cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399413110334865378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6RndUYv-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/GAD8zc_nkVw/s400/IMG_4039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Melanie and Ting Ting, the evil devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399415733366391346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6UAI31gjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/muTTNw6yoMg/s400/IMG_4079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chan Heng and Regina, the loving devils&lt;/span&gt; hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399415724655942226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6T_obGmlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dJeaM7rfDnc/s400/IMG_4075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Andy the Ninja&lt;/span&gt;, how he managed to hold himself with his two feet against the wall? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399415720351294338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6T_YYy44I/AAAAAAAAAfI/2CtkgsyIkIQ/s400/IMG_4066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CJ the Ghost&lt;/span&gt; haha wannabe Casper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399415710146905458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6T-yX4RXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SrrqFZC-xn0/s400/IMG_4050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CJ the Ghost with Evil TzeShen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ali the Ninja&lt;/span&gt; too, I think.. See the hat hanging behind of him? He bought it while we were shopping in Malacca town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399415703008323154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6T-Xx6JlI/AAAAAAAAAe4/tgfC05OjUe8/s400/IMG_4047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jason and Nigel, the Chefs&lt;/span&gt;.. Erm.. Considered dressed up already? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399418639447613634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6WpS3l4MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IrsYpxj0V9Q/s400/IMG_4067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Joelin the Angel&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; CJ the Ghost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JengJengJeng..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399418643017730578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6WpgKxihI/AAAAAAAAAfo/doJ2H4KdjnA/s400/IMG_4029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fred and Wilma Flintstone&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha go on and laugh.. I diy-ed Alwin's shirt with deco paper.. Cut a few black spots to stick on the shirt and used a blue deco paper as his tie.. Then I took the metal foil and wrapped around a Kampai bottle.. haha looks weird but at least the gang guessed The Flintstones *phew* because those who did not dress up or the ugliest costume got to go in the pool... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I don't look like Wilma.... I didn't have any one shoulder white dress and big white necklaces like Wilma! But I dressed my part by wearing white and having a small bun on my hair AND being there with my Fred Flintstone.. hehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the costume session was done, we played Twister and then the boys went in the pool to play Water Polo.. then back home..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can I say.. Another awesome &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;this year..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399421115029901762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6Y5ZIZ0cI/AAAAAAAAAfw/guOiy1x7oio/s400/imagesp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3365076572693257998?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3365076572693257998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3365076572693257998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3365076572693257998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-halloween.html' title='Hello Halloween'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su6HdatacyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WzPOCVUnnCQ/s72-c/IMG_3966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3829366154566103444</id><published>2009-11-01T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:11:45.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cups</title><content type='html'>Yay! My McD glass collection is soon to be complete! By next week if I eat another fattening McD Contour Meal, I will get the last colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399128054628755330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su2OXCD-J4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/UwH7VaurL2E/s400/IMG_4128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will blog about what I did for this year's halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yabba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;doo!&lt;/span&gt;&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/5990385756956490609-3829366154566103444?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3829366154566103444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-cups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3829366154566103444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3829366154566103444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-cups.html' title='My Cups'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/Su2OXCD-J4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/UwH7VaurL2E/s72-c/IMG_4128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-3810251001066617021</id><published>2009-10-28T21:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:01:32.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Michael Jackson's This Is It&lt;/span&gt; is premiering around the world now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo below is a MJ fan in South Korea before watching the premiere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650968170686162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuhO9SNbZtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/huZVOiLyTd8/s400/6A995E1E82158DAFE7822DE2FE4B26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other celebrities who were at the premiere on October 27th in the other side of the world, Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton. I think she's pretty in the photo.. I find her pretty, just that sometimes she do and say stupid things haha but she's quite entertaining at times.. Love her long hair here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650066422144274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuhOIy70nRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RyK4e2up65Y/s400/C3657957654CB0866735DC7EB1B7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Another celebrity I find her pretty during MJ's premiere is Jennifer Lopez.. Look at those smoky eyes~ She looks so much better without her accessory, Marc Anthony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397660036002597858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuhXNGhBy-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xtEgtdhNWo8/s400/C738E5EE3D8557DA08F14EA64A9E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Westlife is still alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397674228063138098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuhkHMD78TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/uXn5PO0-bjk/s400/B428A7A0C2646857DFAC7A25FA68B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha I didn't know they still exist.. or maybe I'm just not updated with the music scene now.. It took me for a while to realise that Westlife actually had 5 members.. haha used to love their songs but now I don't know anything about them.. Maybe I should ask Claire... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are more celebrities who were at the premiere.. So many MJ supporters.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Can't wait to watch it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You rock my world..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*credits to MSN Entertainment for the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-3810251001066617021?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3810251001066617021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3810251001066617021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/3810251001066617021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuhO9SNbZtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/huZVOiLyTd8/s72-c/6A995E1E82158DAFE7822DE2FE4B26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-8034404709175934753</id><published>2009-10-26T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:15:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Toe</title><content type='html'>Today after an hour in class, we were forced to attend a talk about &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Economic Crisis in Theater Hall.&lt;/span&gt; Wanted to skip and go back home to sleep but the lecturer was smart to allow us to only sign our attendance if we are going inside the hall.. grr.. Luckily I brought my Cleo mag.. Met &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Grumpy Su Ling&lt;/span&gt; (grumpy for today only) there too.. She was there for the bonus 3 marks from Miss Sham haha lucky me, I have someone to talk to during the boring moments.. thanks Miss Sham! and Su Ling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Malaysian timing, the talk suppose to start at 10.30am but it only begin around 11am plus cos the speaker was late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the economy is like Tom &amp;amp; Jerry.. We try to get along but ended up hating each other.. So boring.. What I heard today from the speaker was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4.4%, GDP, 1930s and 1997 financial crisis, Maybank is the biggest bank in Malaysia, and lost his voice because Liverpool played badly last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was staring at Edward Cullen in the Cleo magazine and day dreaming about Edward Cullen proposing to me&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *blush*,&lt;/span&gt; I suddenly just glance over my right toe and I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuVU2PZpYtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vM2NIFeDoGY/s1600-h/DSC_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396813019297178322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuVU2PZpYtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vM2NIFeDoGY/s400/DSC_1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a second I thought I had purple nail polish but NoooOOo ~ Holy Macaroni! my toe had a boo boo! Then I asked Su Ling to look at the poor toe and asked her how to get rid of it.. She gave me this worried and scary look and reassure me again whether I really wanna know how to get rid of it or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought how bad could it be and she told me her friend had something like this before and had to go to the doctor to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DRILL A HOLE ON THE NAIL&lt;/span&gt; to allow the bad blood to flow away.. or another way is to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;PEEL OUT THE TOE NAIL&lt;/span&gt;.. fuck balls, I still want my toe nail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it will turn out so bad and painful from the&lt;a href="http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/10/tabur-was-torture.html"&gt; Tabur Torture &lt;/a&gt;hike! During the hike down I slided and hit my toe on a rock but I never expected my toe to be like this.. Now bluepurpleblack and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG how how......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall see how in the next few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision pending........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5990385756956490609-8034404709175934753?l=lovestarmagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/feeds/8034404709175934753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/10/terrible-toe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8034404709175934753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990385756956490609/posts/default/8034404709175934753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovestarmagic.blogspot.com/2009/10/terrible-toe.html' title='Terrible Toe'/><author><name>Twinkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243162156166784408</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/_jhWJfHzcTlE/S27EhPYSi0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/6kyaqE353_o/S220/IMG_4486.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuVU2PZpYtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vM2NIFeDoGY/s72-c/DSC_1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990385756956490609.post-4012378720809912515</id><published>2009-10-25T20:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:22:19.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked</title><content type='html'>Oh Em Gee..... Currently hooked in to sooo many things and none of it are my assignments and, and this is baddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, are Facebook games.... The games are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;kiddie but so addictive&lt;/span&gt;.. Now it's like I have a purpose to go home rather than just to sleep. I can't wait to go home after class because the food in my cafe will be done already and if I did not serve them in time, my food will be spoiled and basi and waste my money!! ahaha okay not so drama lah that I have to rush home and all but yeah... :D Used to be hooked on Restaurant City and now I have a cafe! hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cafe World &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396774424897034706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuUxvwDmmdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/P2y5OBVXmBg/s400/cafe+world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't play play ok my cafe got a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;smoking area&lt;/span&gt; which is at the garden! hehe I can't wait to save enough money to expand the cafe. Btw, how I wish this cafe is real. I'll be earning so much in just few hours haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other FB games I'm addicted now are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;RollerCoaster Kingdom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bejeweled&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to Simone, I'm playing Bejeweled now. I suck at it but I just play for fun.. hehe and I know I will never ever beat Simone's score cos my brain is too slow to function for a 1 minute game like Bejeweled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Bejeweled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396780535252766338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhWJfHzcTlE/SuU3Ta57zoI/AAAAAAAAAco/hEh_Wd7K2aE/s400/bejeweled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But look at Mr. John Chong!! (circled in &lt;span style
