<?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-1812996349346497055</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:12:27.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her temporary sanctuary.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3925924954814715376</id><published>2010-10-23T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:25:06.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 months and 16 days after.</title><content type='html'>In another 15 days it would be a year since I last posted in this blog.. I know I went MIA then, because I don't have any content to write. And I wanted to privatize my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that I have learn to be bitchy and don't give shit about what people think, please allow me to recap what I've been doing during my MIA phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past 350 days, I have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Finally graduated from college! Woo Hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Found out that there was a possibility on something that has been occupying my mind on and off since 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went to Colmar Tropicale which was an awesome trip and I rode on a horse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bummed for a boring month before I stated my job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Started working as a marketing executive in a field completely unknown to me, although it is still media related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Popped my airplane cherry on a flight to Jakarta, now I want to fly again, wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gotten closer to the people dear to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A piece of my heart is coming back to Msia for good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and loads more but I can't remember them specifically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so everything listed up there seems happy, and it seems somewhat fake so here are some not-so-happy events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I've been through an emotional time during the last semester at college, lots of thoughts streaming through my mind and I had to deal with my own shit. Bad times, bad times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- That possibility did not materialize as there were objections, and thank God I have seen the light, wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I want to get back into studying, working life is really not as it seems!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Broke as hell cause working life = more to be spent! All the working clothes, facials, beauty products to keep up the image. wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, despite the bad moments, life has been good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly am thankful for all the abundance I have been given, the obstacles that I have to endure before receiving it just makes me appreciate it more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would life be if there weren't any obstacles? A really unappreciated one, where everything is taken for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall end this with a very famous tagline,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life's Good!"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3925924954814715376?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3925924954814715376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3925924954814715376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3925924954814715376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3925924954814715376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2010/10/11-months-and-16-days-after.html' title='11 months and 16 days after.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5723970763049627102</id><published>2009-11-08T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:57:46.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Finally!</title><content type='html'>I really should get started on my law assignment instead of blogging here, but I can't seem to keep my hands off the lappie as my wireless is FINALLY BACK! Hurrah! No more leeching internet and lugging the lappie to Old Town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after being online for a very long time I'm starting to get bored. Spent the afternoon watching 15 Malaysia, reading TIC, browsing blogshops and websites and ZOMG I fell in love with a dress from Miss Selfridge ( but that's not the point ) and other random nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't been blogging frequently, and that the internet is back, I'll try to make an effort to blog more. That is if I don't get distracted by the pretty glitzy things online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spots glitzy dress in Ms Selfridge as multitasking from blogging and surfing the net*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what happened after my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes, college re-opened and now I'm in my sixth week of college. Wtf. So fast!&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrated Sandra's 21st at Lunabar&lt;br /&gt;- My w800i finally died on me and I hastily got a new one because I was going to Johor the next day&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Johor to help Winnie's dad with his survey&lt;br /&gt;- Attended Ad Unplugged 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Met up with foundation peeps for movie, pig out sessions and other random nonsense&lt;br /&gt;- Met up with City Tour peeps for pig out sessions and drinking sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I really should get my Law ass started or risk burning my own ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5723970763049627102?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5723970763049627102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5723970763049627102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5723970763049627102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5723970763049627102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-finally.html' title='Like Finally!'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-1571935644894320285</id><published>2009-09-28T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:37:11.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #14.</title><content type='html'>It's 5.30 am now, I'm still awake. Will be going to sleep soon I suppose, got work later. Was considering of taking MC earlier cause my stomach's been giving me hell, but I think everything's okay now. I hope. Will have to monitor what I eat. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I haven't been blogging much eventho its the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy working like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we get 3 weeks of holidays, thus since exams ended on 16th, its natural to assume that 3 weeks after that classes commence. So I thought ok why not I work for two weeks, then the last week I'll enjoy instead of rotting for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my manager my last day will be on 1st October 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday when I checked the college's calender, classes commence on 5th October 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-1571935644894320285?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/1571935644894320285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=1571935644894320285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1571935644894320285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1571935644894320285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-14.html' title='Random #14.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-168581701754608780</id><published>2009-09-13T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:30:04.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th September 2009.</title><content type='html'>11th September 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for mom to finish her class so that we can go home. Dead bored. Played Quadruple on my phone and scored 42000 on the high scores. This shows how much concentration power I have when I'm bored and fascinated by Quadruple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my books over to study while I waited for her but it turned out to be yet another epic failure. After reading 3 pages I felt like dozing off. Wtf. Then again I had a morning paper earlier so I should be allowed to cut some slack kan? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to maple today after my paper but bro is at home hogging the computer. Hmph. I is think tonight me is going on a maple marathon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather random but I think I'll drag mom after she's done to One U to tapau some sushi. Suddenly have the cravings for it. Mad cravings I tell you, ever since we've been discussing plans for next Wednesday on where to eat at Sunway when Rakuzen popped into my mind. Their goma ice-cream ZOMG, heavenly. Had two other types of goma ice-cream but nothing matches up to the taste of Rakuzen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this I'm wiping the drool off my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1715:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm godingit sleepy. When can we go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and the admin guy out here in the lobby and it's way weird.. Like akwardly quiet weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1735:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I'm so hungry I can eat a cow but I want to eat sushi. Shall stay awake and focused on having sushi. Well, having maple background music in my mind helps too. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SqyfWgwNpkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/cA49eGRj3HU/s1600-h/Meep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SqyfWgwNpkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/cA49eGRj3HU/s320/Meep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380850863898994242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Meep :D&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/1812996349346497055-168581701754608780?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/168581701754608780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=168581701754608780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/168581701754608780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/168581701754608780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/09/11th-september-2009.html' title='11th September 2009.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SqyfWgwNpkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/cA49eGRj3HU/s72-c/Meep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4044859384570821127</id><published>2009-08-31T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:03:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #13.</title><content type='html'>Mmm.. Its another rainy morning. Want to snuggle deeper into my blankets but I can't get back to sleep. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another four more days til my first paper and I've yet to even study 4 chapters of any subject. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am thankful that there's two Language papers. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going out at 2.30 for a study group. I have a feeling that today's study group session will be one of those other epic failurez. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, haven't been feeling the pressure of exams. And it's not helping that I'm liking the freedom of bumming around that I have these few days. Feeling of bumming is not helping. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please slap me with a fish and wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sheet it's 1pm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-4044859384570821127?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4044859384570821127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4044859384570821127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4044859384570821127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4044859384570821127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-13.html' title='Random #13.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-361409936545471419</id><published>2009-08-29T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:13:18.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs, Sausages and OJ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Blog's going back public now. No idea why did I privatise it in the beginning -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Sunday morning, rain is falling, and I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I woke up to make breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayumn, its been ages since I made breakfast. The last time would probably be my Sg. Long days. We've been having take-out food for aeons I tell you. Brings me shivers to think about those days whereby I'd have to decide which hawker stall food I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, items on the menu are scrambled eggs &amp;amp; sausages. Nyum. Wanted to get some bacon too (bacon is LOVE) but mom was against it so I obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I'd be waking up at 9am and to cook for no one. Bro slept at 5am so he won't wake up til much later and mom went out. Uncle didn't come back either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-motivated much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up making my own breakfast anyways. Twas fun! It has really been ages since I've had some Western breakfast. Scrambled eggs, breakfast sausages and Orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now motivated to start cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to try making eggs benedict! Specially those awesome looking poached eggs. (Youtube has been a really good demo unit to how to make em. :p) And well, try out other stuffs. Make a mess out of the kitchen :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these are wishful thinking and only can be done after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exams, my efforts of studying has been nothing epic failurez. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I gotta wash up and probably play Dragonica. Hee. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-361409936545471419?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/361409936545471419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=361409936545471419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/361409936545471419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/361409936545471419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/08/eggs-sausages-and-oj.html' title='Eggs, Sausages and OJ.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8210385928992886837</id><published>2009-07-26T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:55:42.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP.</title><content type='html'>Sheet.. Yasmin Ahmad passed away yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Read about it at &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/7/26/nation/4396007&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Star Online.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her Petronas advertisements and her movie Sepet..&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia has lost a great person.&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8210385928992886837?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8210385928992886837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8210385928992886837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8210385928992886837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8210385928992886837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip.html' title='RIP.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5255995750371156931</id><published>2009-07-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:25:51.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>Ah, finally a weekend whereby I can take off my shoes and relax. Well sorta, for a bit til I have to do mega research on my assignments (which I'm procrastinating :D ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six weeks has passed since college re-opened and subjects aren't an easy feat. Have a feeling that my results are gonna drop this semester. Subjects are lesser by one, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muchos muchos&lt;/span&gt; tougher. One particular subject I'm afraid of is Translation. Am not a pro at B.M, I barely made it through my Advance B.M subject with a B- and now you want me to translate between English and B.M?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *cries*&lt;/span&gt; Plus I took Japanese as an extra subject, to which I'm really happy about. The only down part about it are the kanji characters, as I'll have to learn to recognise those words and know what they mean and my lecturer told us that in order to read a japanese magazine or japanese manga, we'll have to know at least 2000 kanji characters. Die dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst classes and all, life's been pretty alright. Bought a whole bunch of DVD's the other day, naik kereta when I heard about the buy 5 free 1 thing. I wanted two DVDs which would amount to RM16 for both, why not pay RM40 for 6 kan?! :P Now it has been almost two weeks since I bought em and I haven't even touched a single DVD yet. -_- No time to sit down and watch anime / movies. The only thing I watch sometimes would be Futurama, and up til now I'm only in season 2, the beginning. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fish it I don't know what else to write ady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5255995750371156931?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5255995750371156931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5255995750371156931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5255995750371156931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5255995750371156931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/07/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8091188395749703314</id><published>2009-05-06T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:29:06.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants and needs.</title><content type='html'>Argghhh! Am being bitten by tonnes of nassstay blood suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has officially gone Final Fantasy crazy, he's finishing FF10 for the second time and started watching FF9, FF9 &amp;amp; FF7 clips on YouTube. Yours truly has stopped gaming ever since my Command and Conquer went haywire. Also got pretty sick of Harvest Moon DS's gameplay where I have to pet the animals manually which was pretty much a pain in the derrierre because I'd have to pet them in strategic spots within 10 seconds and the scores determines their affection. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am on a series / anime marathon, currently hooked onto 'How I met Your Mother'. Finishing Season 2 moving up to Season 3 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what do I need to get out of my system..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want and NEED to see Winnie Oink :3 :3 :3 Its been AGES! Finish up your last paper and be free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's someone I want to stab with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ZOMG I ALSO WANT KRISPY KREME! They've finally reached Malaysian soil, in Times Square. Who's in with me to grab those babies?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I also need to wait for my hair to grow longer so that I can cut off the dyed ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I need to go get a swim, or some badminton sessions cause uh, I'm feeling very un-excercisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Need to go LowYat to get some computer-ish stuffs. Like that yellow thingamablob that picks up dust :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, lookie its time for dinner, gotta split! Banana style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8091188395749703314?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8091188395749703314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8091188395749703314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8091188395749703314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8091188395749703314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/05/wants-and-needs.html' title='Wants and needs.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3602525411839441832</id><published>2009-04-08T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:43:40.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9th April 2009.</title><content type='html'>12.00 pm - Am bored. Beri bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of beries I stepped on a strawberry yesterday at Baker's Cottage. Told May's couzzie that someone dropped a strawberry and that I accidentely stepped on a 'suit-to-beli' (canto/madarin way). Some random dude who heard it repeated the same pronounciation to his girlfriend. Bugger. Felt like I was being judged for the way I pronounce strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail takes a long time to load in college, I wonder why. The computer section of the library is filled with clicking noises and I'm the only idiot typing. But there are also idiots who do not know how to silent their phones in the library and it always rings which annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have lots of time now that it is almost the end of the semester. Finals are up in about a week or two. I should do some sports or something, feeling very lethargic and especially sleepy when things get boring. Mom pointed out that I get sleepy when I'm bored, which to some extend I do agree because I never really like idle time. Not having wireless at home doesn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am thinking of swimming and wonder if I should go swimming on my own one of these days. A friend asked me to go swimming on Monday but to which I sorta rejected cause he swims to excercise while I swim for my own leisure and prefer to be on my own when swimming. Miss being in the water, swimming without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 pm - Everyone's gone from the computers here o.o For lunch I assume. 1.5 hours til my class, I'm still dying of boredom here. Should get my arse moving with my tutorials but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to read back on my Macroeconomics notes from my business days but I seem to have lost my lecture notes. Blasphemy I tell you. My precious lecture notes, of all things to lose I had to lost Macroeconomics. Losing QT or Costing notes won't be that bad cause Macro is something useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.35 pm - The girl next to me keeps on looking at the entrance behind me and I'm directly in her line of sight. From the corner of my eye it seems that she's always looking at me, and its freaking me out. Tested her by looking back at her when she was looking and she looked away. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm some tall dude who looks good from behind just passed by. But one thing tho, he's kinda on the skinny side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheet I must be REALLY bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3602525411839441832?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3602525411839441832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3602525411839441832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3602525411839441832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3602525411839441832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/04/9th-april-2009.html' title='9th April 2009.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3507729539339773591</id><published>2009-04-03T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:31:44.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppelganger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScKRMHqL47I/AAAAAAAAAXI/3Q-0sAZhPgs/s1600-h/DSC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScKRMHqL47I/AAAAAAAAAXI/3Q-0sAZhPgs/s320/DSC00151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314970147651052466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently there's someone that looks like me thats offering 39% off on all services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3507729539339773591?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3507729539339773591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3507729539339773591&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3507729539339773591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3507729539339773591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/doppelganger.html' title='Doppelganger.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScKRMHqL47I/AAAAAAAAAXI/3Q-0sAZhPgs/s72-c/DSC00151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-2687069604751082657</id><published>2009-03-21T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:17:26.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been poisoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI6lpgM8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZXtBL3C8ijI/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI6lpgM8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZXtBL3C8ijI/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315875844044895170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI6rR_bQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/TQYvsqCaAvE/s1600-h/IMG_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI6rR_bQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/TQYvsqCaAvE/s320/IMG_0811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315875845556890882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI6uvAKlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/s8O2q9kOMbI/s1600-h/IMG_1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI6uvAKlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/s8O2q9kOMbI/s320/IMG_1007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315875846483880530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI68G-6nI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nD8gYYd4Zb0/s1600-h/IMG_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI68G-6nI/AAAAAAAAAXo/nD8gYYd4Zb0/s320/IMG_1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315875850074122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-2687069604751082657?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/2687069604751082657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=2687069604751082657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2687069604751082657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2687069604751082657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/meep.html' title='Meep.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/ScXI6lpgM8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZXtBL3C8ijI/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3055014049646003529</id><published>2009-03-16T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:35:02.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daimyo Sheetymix.</title><content type='html'>Internet connection at home has gotten so sucky that I decided to drop by Starbucks for their connection. Definitely faster but dc-ing seems to be the norm too -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only time I get to online at home without DC-ing would be in the morning. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no luck what-so-ever on my research about Schiller's POV's on Cultural Imperialism, Google is temporarily not my best friend anymore. The library in college doesn't seem to help either, the only book they have by Schiller is apparently somewhere in the library but not on the shelf. They said they will get back to me when they find the book but it has already been a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last resort is to drop by the public library one of these days and go look for his book there. If not I have no frigging idea what to do. Deadline coming up in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really chilly right here in Starbucks right now, due to the location where I'm seated. My hot drink has gone cold, and my fingers are numb -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.55pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, now the connection here at starbucks has gone wonky too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3055014049646003529?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3055014049646003529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3055014049646003529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3055014049646003529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3055014049646003529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/daimyo-sheetymix.html' title='Daimyo Sheetymix.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-9086536243448577205</id><published>2009-03-13T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:27:05.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphonic Oscars with the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra</title><content type='html'>Okay I better blog about this since its fresh in my mind and I don't want to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended my 2nd Orchestra on Friday, 13/3/09. It was awesome to the maximus I tell you. First of all, we got upper circle seats for a beri, beri low price :P Secondly the songs they played fuiyohh, AWESOMEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures tho cause we weren't allowed to take pictures once we were inside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor was Richard Kaufman and his daughter Whitney Claire Kaufman was there to sing on the vocals for some particular pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces played were from The Godfather II, The Untouchables, Gone with the wind, Silverado, E.T, To Kill a Mocking Bird and some more which were kinda unrecognisable to me :P And his daughter sang about 4-5 songs, two being Wish upon a star from Pinnochio and Over the rainbow from Wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good that when the final piece was playing I didn't want it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I wish I'm going again. Sadly tickets for Saturday and Sunday are sold out unless I'm willing to pay RM100 for premium seats -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I died in my heels, took them off halfway when I was leaving KLCC and I remembered I did that in Ikano too some time ago. It was after May's birthday dinner at Fasta Pasta where we ran all over Ikano and walked on the sidewalks and ran down escalators :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Ima gonna sleep now. Tomorrow gonna hit Bijou Bazaar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finish up my report on the orchestra. Bah. Plus assignments. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-9086536243448577205?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/9086536243448577205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=9086536243448577205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/9086536243448577205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/9086536243448577205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/symphonic-oscars-with-malaysian.html' title='Symphonic Oscars with the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3436094042321386482</id><published>2009-03-11T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:50:09.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To know thyself better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Was surfing through some blogs and stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://subject2changes.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-to-know-myself-better.html"&gt;Jason's post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Those interested in taking can take it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- x x x -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(err.. i don't really buy the hiding part.. maybe to friends who i don't really know that well yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(life partner? o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(keyword:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; want&lt;/span&gt;. :P not sure if i'm absorbing as much as i should be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(agree with the image part, but not on the being accepted part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but head thinking cancels out all the possibilities and i prefer using the head. sometimes the heart can be abit the rash in making judgments :3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- x x x -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'd have to agree with Jason on the accuracy part to some degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random note:&lt;/span&gt; Persona 3 &amp;amp; 4's Original Soundtracks are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOMB! OMG&lt;/span&gt; if there's an orchestra that is playing their songs I'll definately buy a box seat and pull people along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3436094042321386482?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3436094042321386482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3436094042321386482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3436094042321386482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3436094042321386482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-know-thyself-better.html' title='To know thyself better.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-348501540802387219</id><published>2009-03-10T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:08:44.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random # 12.</title><content type='html'>Sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waking up at almost every hour for the pass 5/6 hours.. Can't sleep for nuts I tell yeah. One moment its someone barging into the room telling me stuffs, another few other moments I'd randomly wake up and another moment I'd wake up from a weird dream. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gonna be panda eyed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stitches are coming off today! Hurrah! Hope this part doesn't hurt as bad as the initial one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's so messy I think I need a haircut. Especially my fringe. But I'm growing my hair, so a haircut will defy the purpose? Kinda miss my short hair actually, which is so low maintenance and when un-styled makes me look like a mushroom, but decided against cutting that short because growing hair is a PAIN in the tushie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyttiemyx is giving me problems as usual. In the middle of typing this post it suddenly went off and now I have nothing to do besides sleep again. My eyes can barely open and I think I'd like to try sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally managed to get my results for the previous semester and all I can say is dot dot dot. Disappointed with one subject, which I think many will agree with me to go do a 'mogok' or something because I have not found anyone who actually scored an A or even an A- for it. Highest is B+. Sigh and it was my trump card too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh my draft was autosaved and I guess its back on. But I can't surf the net so, bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utterly dislike chu Shyttiemyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man its cold Ima having the sniffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Ima gonna sleep my eyes are shutting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-348501540802387219?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/348501540802387219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=348501540802387219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/348501540802387219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/348501540802387219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-12.html' title='Random # 12.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-473708130692230112</id><published>2009-03-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:29:35.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slice of life.</title><content type='html'>Last Friday would have been a scary experience for many, but it was pretty funny to me. Cept for the part where I had to stay in the Day Care prior to my surgery. It's like there are four beds in the Day Care and all three beds had some machine right next to the patient with something stuck to their arms except for me. Felt like there is someone else who is sick who deserves the spot that I am at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they made me wear those hospital gowns! It was damn big and I didn't know how to wear a sarong. While walking down into the main operating theater I was afraid my sarong will drop halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, when I went down to the main operating theater, they pushed me on stretcher into the OT room -_- When I went into the OT room it was all greeeeeeen. And not cold because they didn't switch on the aircond in that room which was good! The hospital gown was too exposed for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had to lie on my left side and the doctor covered me with the 'holy/holey cloth', and the best part is, the cloth covered like half of my face and the nurses placed the tray of equipment right in my line of sight. Even without my specs I could somewhat make out of the stuff they're doing -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doc jabbed anesthetic into my ear, about 5 jabs and waited for it to kick in. She tried to test by asking me whether I feel anything sharp against my skin to which I replied no. But when she started cutting on one part, I could feel the pain so I asked for more. She gave another jab of stronger anesthetic and then I couldn't feel anything on my ear. But the last jab hurt like sheeeet T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that they did their thing, and the doctor kept on talking to the nurses, and one of their topics were food. To which the nurse asked 'Eh the patient got fast or not, here we are talking about food in front of her'. (No I only had one meal for the day and that was brunch T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time my right side could feel these few things:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold, wet solution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone dabbing off blood (I think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heard funny noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and someone flipping my ear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And after the whole process I was free to go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was a wrong thing to do because I started earlier and finished earlier, and didn't have any money with me to take a cab back -_- So had to wait for mom who came after her work. When she came the stupid anesthetic wore off and my ear hurt like crap &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily had phone and chor dai dee the whole way, and when I went for dinner there was this lady who kept on staring at me like 'wth happened to her?'. Sigh. People. Even when I went out yesterday to yum cha at Wong Kok ss2 the stares kept on coming. Feel like slapping the looks outta those people's face. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SbNJCZCnnqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nmwhlf9s2AE/s1600-h/DSC03191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SbNJCZCnnqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nmwhlf9s2AE/s320/DSC03191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310668691030384290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hospital souvenir which I didn't realised I was still wearing until I finished dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-473708130692230112?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/473708130692230112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=473708130692230112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/473708130692230112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/473708130692230112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/slice-of-life.html' title='A slice of life.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SbNJCZCnnqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nmwhlf9s2AE/s72-c/DSC03191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4715466419515246679</id><published>2009-03-04T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:36:47.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/Sa47WRLccvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KhzaBgnY3y8/s1600-h/persona+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/Sa47WRLccvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KhzaBgnY3y8/s320/persona+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309246264470958834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally finished the game. Ending is so so only, unlike P3 :(&lt;br /&gt;P4 is funny, but I prefer P3's The Journey's storyline :P&lt;br /&gt;P3 still tha bomb man! Stupid ending, totally did not expect it to be like that.. Bah, now I have to get myself started on P3's The Answer. Reluctant to because its more of a fighting all the way kinda game with not much storyline. But for the scenes... I guess people will put up with it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/Sa48TLTuWpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rrU-GvfGrc4/s1600-h/summon-night-twin-age-box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/Sa48TLTuWpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rrU-GvfGrc4/s320/summon-night-twin-age-box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309247310867094162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently into Summon Night Twin Age for the DS. Also another game by the lovely Atlus. Action RPG style with cute characters and colorful thingamabobs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna be an Atlus fan soon. There's this other game by Atlus that's like Lifesigns Surgical Unit. Forgot whats the name but I'll start on it after I finish SNTA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, I seem to be obsessed with games. Sigh, what can a girl do having to sit in the LRT for almost 45 minutes one way to college everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play games I guess :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-4715466419515246679?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4715466419515246679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4715466419515246679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4715466419515246679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4715466419515246679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs-of-love.html' title='Signs of Love.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/Sa47WRLccvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KhzaBgnY3y8/s72-c/persona+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3371025466198583840</id><published>2009-03-02T03:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:14:34.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your affection.</title><content type='html'>Can I kill the damn administrators at college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only I have to be in college by 8am on Fridays, but after my class ends at 10am I have to wait til 4pm for my next class and we end at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 frigging hours of break! Gahhhh. What's a girl gonna do at college for six frigging hours?! There better be assignments to fill up that time or Ima gonna kick some random asses. Even the cute ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention classes don't start until this Thursday.. Ima dying of boredom already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I haven't been updating, cause there's pretty much nothing to update about. Life's boring as hell and I got quite sick of P4 for the week. Almost at the end of the game, but keep on dying due to stupid reasons. *throws out multiple curses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I entered some bazaar last weekend but the crowd was pretty crappy. But here are pikchars of our booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGLml7ndI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FroW_oeFS9g/s1600-h/IMG_5806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGLml7ndI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FroW_oeFS9g/s320/IMG_5806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554488426765778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booth on the first day. Pardon the blue-ness, was trying to kill off the orange and my camera's white balance came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGLyKY_RI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wo7-SDy7qug/s1600-h/IMG_5808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGLyKY_RI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wo7-SDy7qug/s320/IMG_5808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554491532475666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booth on the second day, this time under the white tent so everything looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGMIzdN4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Rf5VA4yOAXc/s1600-h/IMG_5818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGMIzdN4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Rf5VA4yOAXc/s320/IMG_5818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554497610299266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is &lt;a href="http://quadruple-queen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Quadruple Queen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGMboPABI/AAAAAAAAAWY/k366ajtYtp0/s1600-h/IMG_5819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGMboPABI/AAAAAAAAAWY/k366ajtYtp0/s320/IMG_5819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554502663503890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGMUkxiNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9ZVh9UYi0Xw/s1600-h/IMG_5820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGMUkxiNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9ZVh9UYi0Xw/s320/IMG_5820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554500769941714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it folks. Til the next time I feel like updating!&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/1812996349346497055-3371025466198583840?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3371025466198583840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3371025466198583840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3371025466198583840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3371025466198583840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-affection.html' title='Your affection.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SavGLml7ndI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FroW_oeFS9g/s72-c/IMG_5806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-7880059605899672424</id><published>2009-02-20T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:59:18.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, I got tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RULES: It's harder than it looks!Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; have to be real. Nothing made up!If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers.You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name :&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. A four Letter Word :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thor (God of thunder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. A boy's Name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terry. Lol. Okay fine. Thomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. A girl's Name :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Terri. HAHAA. Ok i know im lame. Theresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. An occupation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therapist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. A color :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Something you'll wear :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trousers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. A food :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKOYAKI! *love love* \(^o^)/~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. A place :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tambun (Ipoh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. A reason for being late : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toilet la, sakit perut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Something you'd shout :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Taxi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. A movie title :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Something you drink :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh O ais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. A musical group :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. An animal :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. A street name : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Telawi Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. A type of car :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toyota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. The title of a song :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag, whichever 20 people who wants to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-7880059605899672424?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/7880059605899672424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=7880059605899672424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7880059605899672424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7880059605899672424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-i-got-tagged.html' title='Uh, I got tagged.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-7050546275299169398</id><published>2009-02-15T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:21:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musing.</title><content type='html'>Okay so I didn't P4, instead I watched GG and decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I couldn't, so I decided to open up the box where I keep my letters from secondary school. Reading the contents, I laughed so hard I think if there were anybody passing by my place they must be wondering why is there someone guffawing her lungs out at 7.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, what seemed like an innocent idea to take a walk down memory lane, turned my head into overdrive. It got me thinking, where is that person that I've frequently exchanged letters with gone now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read letter by letter, I realise that me and her got mad at her over stuffs that hurt inside, and despite all that we still made up and we were still best friends. No matter how bad the situation was despite all that we will still make up. But now, I think we're nothing but a lost relationship, and it saddens me to go through all those mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I start to question my keeping-in-touch skills. Am I really that bad at keeping in touch? I seem to sense the same pattern with a particular group of friends right now, but I'm putting it as I'm not up to par with them now. In financial terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that I have high expectations in a friendship? If I feel that anything used to be deep turn into plastic or small talkish I'll be off the bus at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if the friendships that I have that may seem to stretch over a decade, is it true, or we're just still in it because its awesome to say we're friends for more than a decade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone used to tell me that friends come and go, but somehow I haven't learn to grasp that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-7050546275299169398?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/7050546275299169398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=7050546275299169398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7050546275299169398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7050546275299169398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/02/musing.html' title='Musing.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3624799285893405678</id><published>2009-02-15T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:39:16.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash like snow.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been going online as much as I normally do for the pass few days cause I'm hooked on Persona 4. Have made my camp out at the tv :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's an exception though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I got sick of Persona 4, went to sleep early at 9.30pm because I was feeling tired and am WIDE awake at 3.30am. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how long can these weird hours keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, Valentines day just passed yesterday, spent my day (or more like evening) with May scouting for netbooks and what-nots at Digitalmall, a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally romantic'&lt;/span&gt; dinner at ss2, McDees for drinks and KTZ for desert. Oh and I received chocs from her too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray (May's other half) is so gonna keel me if he sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically that was my Valentines. Felt like any other day to me, even back when I was attached. May and I were going over what we did for our past Valentines and I can't seem to remember much except for flowers. I know it sounds pretty bad but thats all that I can remember. -__-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that Valentines is overrated though. Everything is double (maybe even more) the price on this day and people still buy them to 'proove' their love for their other half. The inner business woman in me will scream 'business opportunity!!'. I had plans to start something this year but all hopes diminished when the other two were too busy to do it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, when the two of you are free, I'm not. And when I am you're not. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay more updates on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main factor in life - Persona 4. Am almost halfway through the game and I'm determined to finish it fast. Don't know where did I get this from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another factor - now that May is back, it seems like second nature to call her out for yumcha since we stay so near each other. And that she's going back to Oz in another 2 weeks seems to contribute to this too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd factor - the holidays is boring! it has only been two weeks, I don't know how can I last til the end of February. I've got to get my arse moving (literally) and do something. Some spontaneous trip to somewhere. Hmm that will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Done. Ima off to play more P4 at 4.30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3624799285893405678?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3624799285893405678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3624799285893405678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3624799285893405678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3624799285893405678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-like-snow.html' title='Ash like snow.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-34456475150489006</id><published>2009-02-13T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:52:23.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #11.</title><content type='html'>Made the mistake of eating spicy food yesterday, and my tummy had to suffer the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling like crap the whole day its not funny cause I'm supposed to be pawning shadows in Persona 4. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After napping for 3 hours, here I am, still feeling a tad bit crappy, and super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;-__-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to run some errands later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. *dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-34456475150489006?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/34456475150489006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=34456475150489006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/34456475150489006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/34456475150489006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-11.html' title='Random #11.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4465976067947007025</id><published>2009-02-05T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:05:06.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie. Because I have nothing much to say.</title><content type='html'>Its one thing to wake up with a headache because you didn't get proper sleep the night before, but its excruciating to wake up with a headache and muscle pain from the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate muscle pain. But I enjoyed yesterday's badminton game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna make badminton a weekly thing now since there are kakis to play with :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after classes start again for the third semester cause am finally DONE with the second semester! * woo hoo *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks of rotting at home. Not gonna look for a job cause I don't exactly feel like working this holiday. Well, I've got games to catch up with anyways :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. The holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-4465976067947007025?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4465976067947007025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4465976067947007025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4465976067947007025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4465976067947007025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/02/quickie-because-i-have-nothing-much-to.html' title='Quickie. Because I have nothing much to say.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-6240791662345323200</id><published>2009-01-22T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:23:03.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a holidayer.</title><content type='html'>Holidays has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officially started at 11am on 21st of January 2009&lt;/span&gt;, and so far here's what that has been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am addicted to Gossip Girl (what else is new) and am trying to slow down on how fast I watch each episode because the faster I watch, the faster I run out of episodes and will have to wait like everyone does for the latest to be released every week. But oh, temptation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started watching Gundam 00, wonder will it get me addicted like Gundam Seed and Seed Destiny. So far its been so-so only and I watched up to the 4th episode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a drive down to Sg Long to meet up with the people there to catch up and just talk. :) Well that was the plan initially til shopping made its way into the plan. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to mention, since I was kinda free during the hols I washed a tonne of clothes and I found lots of stuff that I haven't worn much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Underworld 3: Rise of the Lycans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Joseph, Jia Yung and Ee May. Great show, blood and gore all over the place. As much as I like gore, sitting 5 rows from the screen brings it to a whole new experience and even there were parts which I felt abit quesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; with the whole bunch of peeps from Toysbar. I kinda expected more from the movie, but I was sorta let down. Reminded me of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt like stranggling someone because when I finally got some new games to play on the PS2, by some weird chance my controller turned dysfuctional -___- Both of them. !@#~$^% Going over to Ben's shop later to get new ones. Bluddy hell they are gonna burn a hole in my pocket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On an unrelated note, the next movie I wanna catch is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bride wars&lt;/span&gt;! Starring Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway. Mmm. And also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/span&gt;. This one has, Drew Berrymore, Scarlet Johansson, Jeniffer Connelly, Jeniffer Aniston, Ginnifer Goodwin, Kevin Conolly, Justin Long, Ben Affleck, and Bradley Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday this I is going on a movie marathon. Who's in this with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-6240791662345323200?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/6240791662345323200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=6240791662345323200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6240791662345323200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6240791662345323200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/confessions-of-holidayer.html' title='Confessions of a holidayer.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5325085871051222371</id><published>2009-01-18T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:10:02.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than skin deep.</title><content type='html'>I'm cheesed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the whole world need to worship upon those who have a professional job? Sure they went through hell trying to get that degree and grind their way to get their professional jobs, but does it mean that one should worship the person like its freawking 'gawd darn awesum'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you people and looking down upon people who do not have a degree, or in some cases not having a 'professional' job like a doctor, lawyer, accountant etc. Should someone's success be measured by their job profession or the cert they graduate with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it always be about the outer things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks, status, money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really THAT important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: This has nothing against people with professional jobs or degree. Just to some people who thinks its freawking 'gawd darn awesum'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5325085871051222371?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5325085871051222371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5325085871051222371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5325085871051222371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5325085871051222371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-cheesed-off.html' title='More than skin deep.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8561743444188247587</id><published>2009-01-18T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:04:33.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #10.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream yesterday about musical instruments and my dad. My dad was showing me instruments in some room and the first thing he showed me was a guitar. The guitar was somewhat broken, or not tuned cause 4 strings sounded weak when it was strummed, and the bottom two was loose, to a point where it cant be tightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next instrument was my violin which I barely touched this semester. :3 And I woke up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what came over me, I decided to do a little research and I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/DreamDictionary_Musical_Instruments/id/237742"&gt;http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/DreamDictionary_Musical_Instruments/id/237742&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 6px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Musical Instruments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: left;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px;"&gt;To see musical instruments, denotes anticipated pleasures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2px;"&gt;If they are broken, the pleasure will be marred by uncongenial companionship. For a young woman, this dream foretells for her the power to make her life what she will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 6px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 6px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 6px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Source: 10 000 Dream Interpretations, by Gustavus Hindman Miller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 6px; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8561743444188247587?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8561743444188247587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8561743444188247587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8561743444188247587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8561743444188247587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-10.html' title='Random #10.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-6377985716581731652</id><published>2009-01-17T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:51:30.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but wishful thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dey Fatty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday to you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-6377985716581731652?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/6377985716581731652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=6377985716581731652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6377985716581731652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6377985716581731652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-but-wishful-thinking.html' title='Nothing but wishful thinking.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-2162962659113484792</id><published>2009-01-16T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:40:10.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES !!</title><content type='html'>Three down and three more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally its the weekend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the frikking weekend!&lt;/span&gt; Which means I have 2 days before my next paper :D This paper must study kao kaos ah, or not I'll kick myself in the derriere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after my paper I decided to take a little detour, and went to KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh its been so long since I stepped foot into KLCC. Since I was at KLCC, why not shop a lil eh? :P FOUND THE MOST AWESOMEST PAIR OF JEANS AND IN MY SIZE TOO! The worst part was when I opened my wallet and saw flies flying out of it. So have to go back another day to get it. OMG I hope nobody gets it. Its the last one in my size too plus cannot reserve!! :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a stroll into Isetan, and whoarrrrrrr don't ever go in there during Friday lunch time. PACKED with working people, all buying their CNY stuffs. Dahlah got sales sumore. Why did I ever thought of entering KLCC without extra cash? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went book reading in Kinokuniya. Which was awesome cause I love being in a bookstore. Yes, Ima much of a bookworm/geek. :D Well to kill time anyways since I had to wait for mom to get off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the food court, was pretty much thinking of pasta. Remembered that the pasta stall here had pretty awesome pasta back a few years ago so I decided to give it a try. BLEH don't try it weih. Was pretty tasteless. The only thing that gave it a kick was the ham which was rather little. And my mushrooms I think I can count them and its like less than 10? I rather eat McDees. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, after my short 2 hour trip to KLCC, I feel like going shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting 3 papers, I feel like my burden is lessening. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I can finally watch my Gossip Girl, ANTM and How I met your Mother episodes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dashes off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-2162962659113484792?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/2162962659113484792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=2162962659113484792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2162962659113484792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2162962659113484792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes.html' title='YES !!'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4049543855460866664</id><published>2009-01-14T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:06:06.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Mugger!</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from all the mugging I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before tido, mug, lepas bangun, mug. Go toilet also mug. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you take the study break casually like its the holidays :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to speed things up, I've conquered Japan and China in two days. Nearly died nasty yesterday night with China's dynasties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's must conquer item is India and I'm starting to get dizzy with the names:- Chandragupta, Asoka, Samudragupta.. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't absorbed enough info. Can someone get Doraemon here and make him give me that bread that can photostat information and let me eat it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to mugging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-4049543855460866664?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4049543855460866664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4049543855460866664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4049543855460866664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4049543855460866664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-mugger.html' title='Yo Mugger!'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-2827267627926430811</id><published>2009-01-13T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:55:41.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #9.</title><content type='html'>Sigh, when you want to ask people to teach you, can't you ask in a better way?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I damn malas to layan people like this.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to teach you ahhhh. Let you fail. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm not that evil -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn pei la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-2827267627926430811?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/2827267627926430811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=2827267627926430811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2827267627926430811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2827267627926430811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-9.html' title='Random #9.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5980539632177974116</id><published>2009-01-11T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:29:31.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying Checklist.</title><content type='html'>These past few days I've been studying :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America's Next Top Model cycle 1&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marjorie - Super cute lil Frenchie with balls of nerves. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elina - Hawt lesbian with a lil bit of control issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I think thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh managed to steal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl Season 1 and Season 2&lt;/span&gt;. Plus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I met your Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima happy kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be my burning oil session for Tamadun Islam &amp;amp; Asia Tenggara. Burn baby burn! Wish me luck. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5980539632177974116?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5980539632177974116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5980539632177974116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5980539632177974116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5980539632177974116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/studying-checklist.html' title='Studying Checklist.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-7136135395662889228</id><published>2009-01-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:10:36.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink cam around big black ones.</title><content type='html'>Up at 9am on a Sunday morning. With a headache and no its not a hangover cause I didn't touch any alcohol yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a tiring day, spent the whole day at Youth 09's Photography competition. Thought I'd learn something out of it but the only thing I learnt was 'get yourself a big arsed black camera or you won't stand a chance'. Every Tom Dick and Harry had one, and I don't know why did they join the competition when the prize is only a Nikon D40. I bet theirs was even more canggih than the D40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote Jia Yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' What financial crisis? Everyone has those big arsed black cameras'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ohh guess who I met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWlE1iuxjEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AWmVJyN-BO4/s1600-h/IMG_5551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWlE1iuxjEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AWmVJyN-BO4/s320/IMG_5551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289834923970104386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never expected anyone to dress up as Sailor Pluto, Sailor Neptune and Sailor Mars. Sailor Mars should be Sailor Uranus then the three of them can be the Outer Senshi before Saturn came into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x . x . x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know who you are, if you're reading this, I guess I can't be bothered with you-know-what/who anymore. No point right? :) Thankiew very muchie, for being there :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-7136135395662889228?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/7136135395662889228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=7136135395662889228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7136135395662889228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7136135395662889228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/up-at-9am-on-sunday-morning.html' title='Pink cam around big black ones.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWlE1iuxjEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AWmVJyN-BO4/s72-c/IMG_5551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-6548682385556356839</id><published>2009-01-08T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:32:57.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody is walking in slow motion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A post that I wrote some time ago, but didn't publish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing? Its been awhile since I last spoken to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy recently with assignments, every week there is submissions and there are more to be submitted in the coming weeks. Am also working on some days just to fill up my time, because initially I thought it would be a pretty easy going semester. Guess my judgment was wrong so I'll be quitting work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving around KL for the past few days and I thought to myself, how I remembered the first time you took me to KLCC. And how you always take me around with you when you go to construction sites. I remember the last time you went to Maju Junction back then when they were building up that place. It's really KL-ish now. Do you know that they have Halal dim sum at one of the restaurants there now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the rides to KL because there I'll see loads of buildings and zooming cars. Now that I am a full-fledge driver, I was pretty afraid to drive to KL on my own because of the buildings and zooming cars. Ironic isn't it? But after overcoming that, now I know how to get to places. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the time we use to take the train to Yau-Han mall. (I'm not sure how to spell it) Back then I'll always pester you to take me on the rides. And not to forget, how you taught me how to eat sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkAEuZQwGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xeMqwpeftNI/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkAEuZQwGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xeMqwpeftNI/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744919987339362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a new friend, whose dad used to be a musician back in his younger days. And I wondered to myself, did you two know each other back then? He also played the guitar, just like you did. It just crossed my mind then, cause I know how much you love to sing and you told me how you used to do gigs in pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered where did my love for musical instruments came from. Was it because I was sent to piano classes back then, or was it because I was influenced from you? You were supposed to teach me the guitar, but I never got around to buying a guitar. Now I'm learning up the violin eventhough I really want to play the piano again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkF3ttpydI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tXXEOM1FUNg/s1600-h/IMG_4420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkF3ttpydI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tXXEOM1FUNg/s320/IMG_4420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271751293535898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? We need to get a bluddy DSLR for the photography subject I'm taking. Obviously I didn't get one cause I don't have that kinda $$ to splurge at the moment. Was thinking if I could use your manual one, but then again I'll spend lots of money on the film and developing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I fell in love with photography. Catching pictures at that one split second when it there is so much feeling and emotion, or that frown burrowed in that person's forehead while pouring over notes, or that laugh where the person is laughing so hard that his/her cheeks feels like bursting. Then I told myself its about time I invest in a DSLR. Which means I'll have to start saving up like huge chunks of my allowance. And you'll be laughing your head off because to you, I use my money like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprise to know that I haven't been buying anything much lately. All my money has been going to assignments, printing out a huge poster, printing assignments, buying mounting boards, sharing for mount spray, driving here and there to take pictures, printing pictures. I'm flat broke now. Even extra money from work is going down the assignment drain soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the other day, you appeared in my dreams, and yet again I didn't get to tell you how much I love you? Just like that day when I thought you would be okay because to me you will always get out of those kind of situations and I went back home to take a nap, only to be awaken abruptly by a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I miss you, beri much.&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/1812996349346497055-6548682385556356839?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/6548682385556356839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=6548682385556356839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6548682385556356839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6548682385556356839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/everybody-is-walking-in-slow-motion.html' title='Everybody is walking in slow motion.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkAEuZQwGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xeMqwpeftNI/s72-c/IMG_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3057009731657118274</id><published>2009-01-07T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:48:23.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap.</title><content type='html'>I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its just me&lt;/span&gt; but it feels weird to wake up and not have anything to do on a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my final day at college. Exams are next Wednesday, and I haven't touch or read anything that's academic or related to academics :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWV5WpEf2oI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q2Vj4cDqsFo/s1600-h/IMG_5537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWV5WpEf2oI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q2Vj4cDqsFo/s320/IMG_5537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766767305316994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Design 2 Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would say it has been an eventful second semester, right up to the very last day. Man was it one roller coaster ride. Drama, drama and drama right up to the point where I'd dislike going to class. I wouldn't guarantee that person's safety around me cause all I wanted to do then was to smack that arrogant twit's face til his jaw dropped or eyeballs flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWWE_BfAx-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/JfQajPAROR4/s1600-h/142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWWE_BfAx-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/JfQajPAROR4/s320/142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288779555681650658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the times when we were doing Photography assignments. Going to all those places and doing things with the 'family', definitely lightened things up in college even though they weren't in the same class as me. Sure there were times when I felt like everything was going wrong, but with everything going right, one wouldn't take the time to stop and recap everything wouldn't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this semester is that I wasn't motivated to do group assignments cause there really isn't any group that I can work well with. Besides the family, but they were in another class so, bah. And I don't know why I became like super procrastinator this semester. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all, a good semester, the happy times triumphed the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have to prepare ourselves for finals. Arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWV5WnUb45I/AAAAAAAAAUg/H9nPXsQJQHA/s1600-h/IMG_5546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWV5WnUb45I/AAAAAAAAAUg/H9nPXsQJQHA/s320/IMG_5546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766766835295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something I got for myself yesterday ♥&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/1812996349346497055-3057009731657118274?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3057009731657118274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3057009731657118274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3057009731657118274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3057009731657118274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/recap.html' title='Recap.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SWV5WpEf2oI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q2Vj4cDqsFo/s72-c/IMG_5537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-1810869511450558521</id><published>2009-01-06T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:49:44.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #8.</title><content type='html'>She decided that since she was gonna be having dinner alone, it would best be accompanied with a good book. Thus, she went book hunting and little did she know, she was looking at books in all sorts of shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts she had while going through the books, was all sorts. Like, what does this fat book have that makes it worth lugging it around while reading? Or does this small book has enough contents to justify its size, that its not another useless book? All of them tugging her shirt like little children wanting candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to get so many books, because they were all calling out her name, but in the end she picked the little one which was purple and pink just because it  had an interesting name. She promised the rest that she'll go back for em. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy is she gonna be broke after that next visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-1810869511450558521?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/1810869511450558521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=1810869511450558521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1810869511450558521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1810869511450558521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-8.html' title='Random #8.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-14529322693935885</id><published>2009-01-04T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:35:30.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stifling situation = impulsiveness.</title><content type='html'>I feel stifled, and every time I feel like this I tend do to stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the last time I went to cut my hair til it was boy cut short and the other time when I dyed it purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so mundane lately. Must be the study week thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-14529322693935885?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/14529322693935885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=14529322693935885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/14529322693935885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/14529322693935885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/stifling-situation-impulsiveness.html' title='Stifling situation = impulsiveness.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4294886655855995159</id><published>2009-01-02T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:39:45.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #7.</title><content type='html'>Woken up to an sms this morning, and I was shocked that the sky was grey. Groaning, I searched for my phone and replied the sms and at the same time checked the time. But to my surprise it was already 11.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started raining! ♥ But after waking up I couldn't go back to sleep. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole morning reading up on my Chinese horoscope and I must admit that some parts feel quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how dragons are perfectionists, and I agree with it especially in things that I like or have confidence in. And in terms of compatibility with an Ox is difficult. And and, that dragon children like to day-dream. I still remember when I was in Standard 2, during report card day my teacher would tell my dad that I don't pay enough attention in class and is always found day-dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one paling best "Not the most domesticated of the Animal signs, Dragons and may be more content out and about rather than at home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreeee yooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x . x . x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, nothing beats the end of the semester by not having classes. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have just one more assigment to hand up and present on Wednesday and it'll be freedom for me! Til finals of course which starts on the 14th. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkout la my exam timetable, its damn champion:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;14th Jan '09 - English for Communication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15th Jan '09 - Bahasa Malaysia Lanjutan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16th Jan '09 - Tamadun Islam &amp;amp; Asia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19th Jan '09 - Electric Publishing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21st Jan '09 - Design 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5th Feb '09 - Photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 17px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-4294886655855995159?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4294886655855995159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4294886655855995159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4294886655855995159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4294886655855995159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-7.html' title='Random #7.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8709871209045466011</id><published>2009-01-01T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:11:32.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Yes, its the 2nd day of the new year and I'm posting up my resolutions. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To procrastinate less. Yes I'm so guilty of procrastination. Especially when it comes to work which has a time limit deadline. I think I actually get high when I'm rushing for deadlines. o_o bad bad. So this will be my numero uno resolution. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To bitch, rant, whine less about things that are happening, to suck up and just accept it. I've been doing that quite often these few days and I'm sorry to the poor readers and people who had to put up with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To stop being so hung up on things. Full stop. No further explanation needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To let go of the past and move on. Been comparing KTAR to UTAR in so many aspects, its getting to the point where I'm annoying the hell out of myself. Yes I miss UTAR dearly, but fact is I'm in KTAR now, so get a grip girl! Suckitup suckitup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To don't give shit when people say something about me :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To love my family and friends, and to make time for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO NOT BE LATE FOR 8AM CLASSES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Or any classes for that matter because ever since I knew KTAR doesn't need signatures for lecture classes, I seem to just waltz in whenever I want. Oh and to not skip classes too. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To start being more serious about my violin classes. It seems to be sitting at the corner collecting dust since I wasn't able to put it as one of my priorities this semester due to the influx of neverending assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To save monehhhhh! For rainy days, not to get my at the moment covet items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resolution #10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To eat healthily and at the correct timing. I'm guilty of bad food selection, and eating at the weirdest hours possible. So, its gotta be a new diet for this new year or an aneroxic beri by the middle of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be able to maintain at least 5 of these resolutions. Knowing me, I'll probably CMI a few, and break some -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm embracing the inner geekiness this year! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8709871209045466011?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8709871209045466011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8709871209045466011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8709871209045466011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8709871209045466011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5719211774009843763</id><published>2009-01-01T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:59:53.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retired dreamer.</title><content type='html'>I am a changed woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going through my old blog, the really really old one in multiply, and I kinda miss those times. Carefree days, with nothing to worry about. Besides of course, assignments. Lol. But I had power group mates back then okaaaaay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuuiyoh&lt;/span&gt;. So it wasn't that bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, I've grown up to be more serious and subdue. I think those who know me back then and are still with me now would probably agree with me :) Or probably its the darn new surroundings which I find hard to adapt to. I'm trying, I'm really trying! You can see from my not so bombastic English and my half arsed Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, new year's resolution. NO MORE RANTING. Unless of course I'm gonna blow my top / kettle / head off if I don't mention it to anybody. I don't wanna be labeled as a DJ whiny bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking an awful lot these days. As usual. None of it being positive. :/ My mental state was pretty whacked from all the mental beatings and I don't know how to make myself feel better. I miss those times where I'll instantly feel blissful and protected and all I want to do is just revel in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long gone were the days where I'll just sit down and dream my days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my words don't seem to make sense anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5719211774009843763?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5719211774009843763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5719211774009843763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5719211774009843763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5719211774009843763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2009/01/retired-dreamer.html' title='Retired dreamer.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3637216025111000665</id><published>2008-12-31T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:33:15.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new happy year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in advance if I don't see any of you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going out in another 10 minutes, and nope its not to any crazy congested, smelly, sweaty countdown place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm going out for dinner, and then chill at someone's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never liked those crowded areas, its so stuffy that it makes me wanna puke my guts out. Not to mention all the heat and sweatiness. I like myself cold. Like turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2008 is almost over! I cannot believe that. Its crazy, cause I swear I still feel like so many things just only happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, in point form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Melaka, Redang &amp;amp; Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made a huge decision to leave accounting for advertising. Which resulted in me leaving my Sg Long freedom to come home to PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met new people which made me feel so... -.-'' and also met new people who are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parted with people which resulted in me burning some bridges -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found new hobbies &amp;amp; skills :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opened up an e-boutique, which doesn't function any longer because I feel that its taking up a lot of my time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes when I wake up from my sleep all I want to do is to sleep again and go back into my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And erm, a lot more but I'll continue later on. Gotta dash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3637216025111000665?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3637216025111000665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3637216025111000665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3637216025111000665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3637216025111000665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-happy-year.html' title='A new happy year.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-984101783089953666</id><published>2008-12-29T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:37:10.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #6.</title><content type='html'>I cannot express how much I dislike.. You guys know where.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I thought it would be better having friends from another class, but then again its back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been ranting so much about the same thing for the past few weeks.. But hey, this is my blog, I should be allowed to rant whatever I want to, and whenever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly saying, I truly regret saying what I said to who I said. Even though I meant what I said. Its so funny, to be feeling like this right now. I mean, I thought letting people know about what you feel about the other as a friend is good right? But I have mixed feelings now and I think I just made that person freak out. Oh well. Cause seriously I think there was some BFF potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think from now on, I'm not gonna let anyone come closer to me that easily. That way it'll save me from the trouble of humiliating myself and all that hassle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-984101783089953666?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/984101783089953666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=984101783089953666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/984101783089953666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/984101783089953666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-6.html' title='Random #6.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5075730023334527637</id><published>2008-12-28T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:58:57.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it that you're looking for my dear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a feeling that, even with that person that I feel like I am similar with and can click with, may never surpass my peeps from Pj and Sg Long.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have opened myself up that fast.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like its spiraling down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am at a group mate's place now, trying to finish up our design assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm in charge of two series of adverts and placing them up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm brainstorming my brains off to what type of concept and copy writing.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk wat is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5075730023334527637?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5075730023334527637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5075730023334527637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5075730023334527637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5075730023334527637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-it-that-youre-looking-for-my.html' title='What is it that you&apos;re looking for my dear?'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-6637626920710462027</id><published>2008-12-27T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:18:22.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning rain is falling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgTtbyOI/AAAAAAAAARo/_CcRvbBHlc8/s1600-h/IMG_5445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgTtbyOI/AAAAAAAAARo/_CcRvbBHlc8/s320/IMG_5445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706436928751842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody meet Darrius. Darrius meet everybody. This is Darrius trying to open his Christmas pressie at Taman Paramount station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgVTjCzI/AAAAAAAAARw/SjFWtV-bU44/s1600-h/IMG_5446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgVTjCzI/AAAAAAAAARw/SjFWtV-bU44/s320/IMG_5446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706437357046578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgtInETI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iAov3ByP0kc/s1600-h/IMG_5447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgtInETI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iAov3ByP0kc/s320/IMG_5447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706443753623858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is him AFTER opening his present and inspecting his present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. We were on our way to meet Chew Chew at Sg Wang for a karaoke session. Which was AWESOME eventhough we were there for only two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to Pavillion after that and caught Beverly Hills Chihuahua. The movie was awesome possum okay, I like Deldago very muchie. :D And Papi is so cute! Reminds me of Britney's Mm Papi song though. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch/teatime at Dain Ti Hill restaurant. Pretty place, but the pricing is rather absurd for the stuff they serve. Green tea priced at RM10? Siaoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered like 3 dishes and had rice to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcM0Ex8GaI/AAAAAAAAASw/ebyEdgTsz80/s1600-h/IMG_5475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcM0Ex8GaI/AAAAAAAAASw/ebyEdgTsz80/s320/IMG_5475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706776518498722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcM0GwbyzI/AAAAAAAAASo/n7NgSYAqZ8k/s1600-h/IMG_5473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcM0GwbyzI/AAAAAAAAASo/n7NgSYAqZ8k/s320/IMG_5473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706777049058098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNRIvhMtI/AAAAAAAAATY/uY6yEN3Ta18/s1600-h/IMG_5477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNRIvhMtI/AAAAAAAAATY/uY6yEN3Ta18/s320/IMG_5477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707275798295250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top to bottom: Beancurd with salted egg yolk, some emperor wrap thing with cheese sauce and unagi, seafood hot pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The beancurd was to die for. Mind you, the only type of beancurd I eat is the japanese type so for a normal one to taste so good is like heaven. The emperor wrap with cheese and unagi is a fusion between western and traditional japanese food which to my unexpected delight, tasted good. Had too many weird sessions at Sushi Groove and I still like traditional Japanese food. The hotpot was kinda disappointing tho, with only a few seafood in it. Bleh. Not worth our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNQ-RpOhI/AAAAAAAAATI/YLwAMCMeZmY/s1600-h/IMG_5480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNQ-RpOhI/AAAAAAAAATI/YLwAMCMeZmY/s320/IMG_5480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707272988637714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNRKXGuaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2i9ziZ_Amn4/s1600-h/IMG_5479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNRKXGuaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2i9ziZ_Amn4/s320/IMG_5479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707276232767906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMzwQdkzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nTCUnw6omd8/s1600-h/IMG_5460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMzwQdkzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nTCUnw6omd8/s320/IMG_5460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706771009377074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgsqJiCI/AAAAAAAAASA/sxNT2cQbIdg/s1600-h/IMG_5453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgsqJiCI/AAAAAAAAASA/sxNT2cQbIdg/s320/IMG_5453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706443625859106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMg_SKMcI/AAAAAAAAASI/XehKtyLcGi0/s1600-h/IMG_5455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMg_SKMcI/AAAAAAAAASI/XehKtyLcGi0/s320/IMG_5455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706448625512898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNQxFgpHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yTmnL1EKKvk/s1600-h/IMG_5489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNQxFgpHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yTmnL1EKKvk/s320/IMG_5489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707269448082546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNQ8FkSsI/AAAAAAAAATA/qUuFcxb78iM/s1600-h/IMG_5482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNQ8FkSsI/AAAAAAAAATA/qUuFcxb78iM/s320/IMG_5482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707272401111746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMzzitvYI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZN2wSkJefx8/s1600-h/IMG_5470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMzzitvYI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZN2wSkJefx8/s320/IMG_5470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706771891240322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMzwd3rjI/AAAAAAAAASg/XehgHvevedk/s1600-h/IMG_5471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMzwd3rjI/AAAAAAAAASg/XehgHvevedk/s320/IMG_5471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284706771065613874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that we had Ministry of Food (MOF) ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNwYEaeLI/AAAAAAAAATg/7krZUn0CIDw/s1600-h/IMG_5492.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcNwYEaeLI/AAAAAAAAATg/7krZUn0CIDw/s320/IMG_5492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284707812488411314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure if its visible but our ice cream color matched our tops. I was wearing gray and had black sesame which looked gray, Darrius had cookies and cream and the cookies were black which matched his top, and Chew Chew had Watermelon which was pink and matched her pink flowery top. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about yesterday makes me happy clappy. Whats better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good company&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yummy lunch/teatime&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. Only thing to top it up is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;booze +music + more people&lt;/span&gt; to give it that Evergreen night feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I miss UTAR. I never thought I'd say this but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I frikking miss UTAR&lt;/span&gt;. I miss the times in foundation and in Sg Long. I miss the people I see daily, the people I don't see daily but frequently and I sure don't miss the people that well, kinda made my last sem sucky. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back on a Maroon 5 craze after singing their songs during Greenbox ♥♥♥ Downloading their albums all over again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am in the holiday spirit. Been procrastinating much. -.-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-6637626920710462027?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/6637626920710462027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=6637626920710462027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6637626920710462027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6637626920710462027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html' title='Sunday Morning rain is falling.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SVcMgTtbyOI/AAAAAAAAARo/_CcRvbBHlc8/s72-c/IMG_5445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4660819204188513521</id><published>2008-12-26T01:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:42:49.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day.</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole day sleeping and I woke up at 4.30pm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;*thrusts fist into the air*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I kept on waking up in between but kept on going back to sleep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the joys of sleeping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's making a big fuss about me not eating anything yet for today. I don't know why but my appetite has been going down the drain lately. Been eating in small portions and at irregular times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*gasps*&lt;/span&gt; Am I going aneroxic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die weih, later lose boobs. Eh, but will be skinny... Hmm... Guess there's pros and cons to everything. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the day lepaking, looking at Ikea furniture, watching The Spirit and had dinner at Bubba Gump while listening to the live band coming from the walk at Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit wasn't up to my expectations tho. Guess cause I don't know what is the comic about so it felt kinda weird watching it. The movie punya story is like super -___-'' and the movie was like dragged with all those extra words and descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I still have piles of homework and assignments to do. -___-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not in the mood for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gtg get ready for dinner. Will blog more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-4660819204188513521?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4660819204188513521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4660819204188513521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4660819204188513521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4660819204188513521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-7692499020979781580</id><published>2008-12-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:08:45.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beri meri christmas to all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas eve celebration? I spent mine at Gospel Assembly watching their skit and listening to their carolers sing. :) Reminded me of the times I was at DUMC. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I love carols.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have a long weekend starting from today til next monday :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, filled with homework and assignments. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week there's two deadlines for two huge assignments, and I'm not even like anywhere near 50% complete. I don't know if I'll survive the weekend. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly have much to say now except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-7692499020979781580?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/7692499020979781580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=7692499020979781580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7692499020979781580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7692499020979781580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/beri-meri-christmas-to-all.html' title='A beri meri christmas to all.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3971412477310396832</id><published>2008-12-22T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T05:25:53.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitch me noggins yo.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's hang out tak jadi. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go bury myself in notes and devour it all for tomorrow's mid term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what for once I'm looking forward to going for Tamadun Islam class tomorrow. We're actually learning interesting stuff like Tamadun Cina and Jepun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I present you Jeanie's new venture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stitchme-up.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU-P2VZ8yYI/AAAAAAAAARg/VSq47BqDPNw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282599051550574978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clickey picture for cute stuff at reasonable prices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. Ciaos :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1812996349346497055-3971412477310396832?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3971412477310396832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3971412477310396832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3971412477310396832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3971412477310396832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/stitch-me-brains-cause-its-breaking.html' title='Stitch me noggins yo.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU-P2VZ8yYI/AAAAAAAAARg/VSq47BqDPNw/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4645706577293573434</id><published>2008-12-20T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:24:22.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont wanna dream about all the things that never were.</title><content type='html'>First of all, sorry for all the emo / flaming posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty much like that lately and all the drama has been coming from all of these events. Assignments, bitching, kicking, biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that next week will be better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met up with Wen after like one year of not seeing her, and again we went for dim sum. This time at DJ. We went to Hong Kee dim sum and er, the one near Maybank is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kee dim sum = CMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salad prawn right, tasted nothing but flour and oil. We didn't eat much and this was the cheapest I ever paid for dim sum. RM12 man. For two person sumore. Shocking innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we bid adieu and I met up with Winnie at MV for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU3Mb08c_sI/AAAAAAAAARA/00YIUfKLZqM/s1600-h/IMG_5281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU3Mb08c_sI/AAAAAAAAARA/00YIUfKLZqM/s320/IMG_5281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282102716416196290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before the fashion show started, me and Winnie were stalking one of the viewers. OMG, so hot ok, perfect skin, perfect features, perfect hair. I swear she looks like one of those TVB actresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take any pictures cause they didn't allow us to, but this lady on my left was like snapping all the way with her N70. Kept on hearing her shutter shut everytime a new model came by. But wow, the models, phwoarrrrr. Fierrce. And the lingerie were so pretttttyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU3McAxmRNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Cf1fgvj4qvs/s1600-h/IMG_5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU3McAxmRNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Cf1fgvj4qvs/s320/IMG_5314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282102719591892178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU3Mb4jC9DI/AAAAAAAAARI/Poe0Xjzu2iw/s1600-h/IMG_5307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU3Mb4jC9DI/AAAAAAAAARI/Poe0Xjzu2iw/s320/IMG_5307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282102717383373874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And urm, this is us being fascinated by the HUGE christmas ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D  :X  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with mom taking me crafts shopping. Got another pet project coming up. Hope it doesn't clash with all the assignments and that I manage to get it all done by the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-4645706577293573434?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4645706577293573434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4645706577293573434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4645706577293573434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4645706577293573434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-wanna-dream-about-all-things.html' title='I dont wanna dream about all the things that never were.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SU3Mb08c_sI/AAAAAAAAARA/00YIUfKLZqM/s72-c/IMG_5281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-1624142138864856070</id><published>2008-12-19T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:50:41.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, do people judge others based upon their physical attributes: skin color, height, size, chubbiness, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down beneath all those, aren't we the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been close to a year that I've been studying here, and the people I've met amount to all sorts: tall ones, skinny ones, fat ones, short ones, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started out at college, someone asked others about me, 'Why this girl so big size still want to eat so much?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wth, I'm a healthy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok fine, maybe too healthy at that time&lt;/span&gt;) girl just trying to fulfill her tummy's demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like whats wrong if a person is a lil overweight, especially girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon a coursemate's blog and one of her posts made me feel like slapping the balls out of her colleauge who asked her why isn't she skinny like her other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't fat or anything, just curvier than most of her friends. She has this really cute tooshie (Yeah I admit I checked out her ass, but she had an ass weih) and if I were a guy I'd pinch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, her colleauge damn thoughtless lor. Imagine how that would make a girl feel. Whats up with people and wanting all girls to be skinny. Hello, don't you know that we come in all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shapes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;sizes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to think that more and more people are thinking that being skinny is beautiful. Yeah I agree that skinnies are great to do photoshoots with cause they look so good, but in reality, some of them look like they need meds or will be blown away by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty upset with the society's way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Disclaimer: &lt;/span&gt;I've also met awesome people, and very few that are accept things with an open mind. Not everyone is like what I've mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-1624142138864856070?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/1624142138864856070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=1624142138864856070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1624142138864856070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1624142138864856070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-5.html' title='Random #5.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-1062682046881240893</id><published>2008-12-17T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:20:25.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the missiles, where are the nuclears?</title><content type='html'>Why so? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Tuesday, when I arrived at college, Wing told me that the prick and followers brought cameras and asked if we were gonna do a photoshoot (at that time I still thought we were in the same group). I didn't realise that they brought their cameras, so I was pondering about Wing's question. Then, it was rather weird cause they were averting my eye contact. It seemed that they couldn't see me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it was kinda fishy and went to do some digging from a friend. Apparently they were gonna do a photoshoot about Kit Kat and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Huh? Kit Kat? Since when did we agreed on doing a photoshoot on Kit Kat when we haven't even discussed our concept?'&lt;/span&gt;. I quickly dialled K's number and asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to K he told her on Monday that me and K aren't in the same group with him anymore cause our tutor changed us. He said he didn't know who were we with and to check with our tutor. I was skeptical to why didn't the tutor tell me about it last week. It would be rather irresponsible to tell us so late into the week. But nevermind, I accepted it and just didn't bother about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT GUESS WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I've posted earlier, I was running late for class. So, at 9am I got a message from the prick saying that 'Mr XXX (our tutor) wants you to come to the class right now'. Being a student that always runs late for his class, obviously I'll panic la when I get a message like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K was also running late like me, and we both got the same message and panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the LRT I felt like something was fishy.. Why would the prick be sending a message to us? Unless he needs something out of us, cause knowing him, he is so self-centered and only thinks of his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I reached class at 10am, and apologised to the tutor. Then I asked the tutor about me and K's groups since we were told that we were changed.. But guess what, my tutor said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he didn't change any groups and that we were still with the prick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bluddy prick lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was a photoshoot on Tuesday which he didn't tell me and K to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowonder they were averting my gaze and treated me like I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I knew all of this, I still went up to him and acted like as if we were still a group and talked to him. And from every action he did I could smell a rat. He lied to me through his fucking teeth. When asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whether a group disccussion was made&lt;/span&gt; when the concept was chosen, he said we were to choose now, where on his hand there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a paper filled with the details of the concept PLUS sketchings.&lt;/span&gt; When asked&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; did he take any photos of the product&lt;/span&gt;, he said took abit when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the fact is there was a photoshoot on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. His eyes didn't dare look into mine and the rest were acting like they were mute or deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told K about everything when she arrived and she was livid. K asked our tutor, to which he responded by asking us to group talk (or confront). Man, once that happened K was on a roll banging the prick kao kao. I didn't want to interupt so I sat aside, occasionally adding on stuffs that she didn't bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She banged him so hard til his balls fell off cause he had nothing to say but to hold his bag and just look to the ground. And his face, omg I feel like slapping his face. He looked like he didn't want to own up to his actions, like as if he did no wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;, wanna lie also be a better liar, you noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our tutor asked whether we could work together to which he straightaway said no. Me and K were fine, cause its not like we wanna die die work with him also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, he never even seem the least bit sorry for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; the very best in life. I forsee that the furthest you'll go is a Graphic Designer, or you'll probably just take-over your parents company, but then again its not such a good idea cause with an attitude like that you'll go nowhere and just make them bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that all the slaving I did in the first semester, trying to save our butts from poor quality work, especially when I gave you something to do and you screw it all up, who knew you would have acted this way just cause we disagree with your generic ideas? Bugger I shouldn't have scored so high in assignments for you lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bluddy ingrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-1062682046881240893?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/1062682046881240893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=1062682046881240893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1062682046881240893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1062682046881240893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-missiles-where-are-nuclears.html' title='Fuck the missiles, where are the nuclears?'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-2169376274825010313</id><published>2008-12-16T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:55:42.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superduper.</title><content type='html'>Class has started 30 minutes ago, and I'm still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I woke up late, rushed and then realised that I have to burn a cd for my assignment which I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; overdue. Hence, I am waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surfing the net to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus in another half an hour the LRT won't be so pack! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pep talk for the guilty conscious. -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just thinking about the dresses I bought the other day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and amongst them are maxis! Not to mention they are handkerchief maxis. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*love* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then again, thanks to them I am now penniless for the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't know if I should sell some of them away cause I'm so broke and I know there's demand for em. I'm one of those who are demanding for em. Eh, maybe I should do a sale soon. Post up on selltrade and hope that someone buys something for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, I think its getting really late. Better dash before I get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-2169376274825010313?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/2169376274825010313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=2169376274825010313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2169376274825010313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/2169376274825010313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/superduper.html' title='Superduper.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8924162414618423574</id><published>2008-12-16T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:05:31.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on.</title><content type='html'>Oh its&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waging war with an over confident, shameless prick, who thinks his/her ideas are the bomb and will never ever accept constructive criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm not in your assignment group anymore or I'll rip my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how K answered 'No' when asked 'Aren't you guys all friends in this assignment group?'. Would so love to see your facial expression then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn whether your designs are the bomb, or whether you were praised in your design / photography assignments. A prick is still a prick and will always be a prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest of you other spineless people, well, I have nothing to say but good luck. Thank you for voicing out your dissatisfaction with me and then NOT backing me up when I voice out OUR dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people really know how to spoil a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8924162414618423574?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8924162414618423574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8924162414618423574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8924162414618423574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8924162414618423574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring it on.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5189003260336896088</id><published>2008-12-14T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:33:13.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck its been so long that I woke up anytime pass 10am and it felt gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had nothing much to do today, even when I went to look for work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I revamped the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my suppliers and there were so many new stuffs. Makes me feel like doing the online boutique thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You la&lt;/span&gt;, why you ask me to bring you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double triple scoops of Baskin Robbins was fun. Though there weren't any Strawberry Cheesecake to eat. But to think of it the Strawberry Cheesecake was the one who got us the other triple scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want back all my old pix. Was happily going through Jean's Picasa album and all the memories came flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High school pix&lt;/span&gt; - taking pix for Nostalgia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Souled Out pix&lt;/span&gt; - we went there everytime when Hans came down from Sabah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random outings pix&lt;/span&gt;. Pictures of us trying on clothes cause that was our favorite past time during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5189003260336896088?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5189003260336896088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5189003260336896088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5189003260336896088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5189003260336896088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-4.html' title='Random #4.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-6574478373541547528</id><published>2008-12-12T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:43:47.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only two types of people in the world.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for being a bitch for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't cope with the pressure. Dahla no outlet cause I don't smoke and had nobody to drink with. Simple things irk me so bad I had to bitch it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-6574478373541547528?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/6574478373541547528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=6574478373541547528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6574478373541547528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6574478373541547528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-only-two-types-of-people-in.html' title='There&apos;s only two types of people in the world.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5679136988568016518</id><published>2008-12-11T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:05:34.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share with me the secrets that you've kept in.</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I joined some Trashion competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a competition organised by the final year students from the Advanced Diploma in Public Relations and Advanced Diploma in Media Studies courses in Tunku Abdul Rahman College for their campaign called "Recycle is a Need and a Deed". More info can be found at their &lt;a href="http://tarcrecycle08.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestants for this Trashion competition are supposed to create something new, out of old stuff, somewhat like a recycling campaign but in the form of textiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do you think I fit into this? Me, being interested in this fashiony stuff, blurly signed up for it and had to miraculously conjure something up in erm, ten days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, sewing the pieces together by hand because I don't have a sewing machine. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should've whacked me on the head right then and say 'Oi, lu Suparman kar, with all the assignments going about lu nak cari pasal and join some fashion competition?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm happy being Suparman :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the idea was to transform this dress, into something new cause I bought this dress online and didn't like it. First of all, there was lace at the hemline where the picture she posted up didn't show and secondly, the seller neglected to tell me that it was handmade. Super obvious weih that it was handmade. Plus who uses heavy fabric to make a sundress? o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl6zAYeqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zvV0StlUGfY/s1600-h/IMG_5214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl6zAYeqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zvV0StlUGfY/s320/IMG_5214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278823405286095522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;See the lace!!! Spoiler kan to a beautiful dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of doing a large bag which can chuck every single thing into it, and also has that flappiness into it. Or a small bag to carry the essentials. If all things don't work out, worse comes to worse a clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to get materials to support the sides for a clutch so I stuck with doing a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIoZ9Hj6xI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PB39cVt8Yxg/s1600-h/IMG_5226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIoZ9Hj6xI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PB39cVt8Yxg/s320/IMG_5226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278826139599760146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Initial sketches. Pardon the stupid math thing at the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point when I thought I couldn't finish it up, I wanted to make it into a laptop sleeve. It fits a 14 inch laptop you know. Tried and tested :D Never thought that it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slaved for almost 12 hours and this is the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl7JJ6RlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/mRU_n8cqw7E/s1600-h/IMG_5223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl7JJ6RlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/mRU_n8cqw7E/s320/IMG_5223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278823411231639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl7ZQDGoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xmwhcmkgBJw/s1600-h/IMG_5224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl7ZQDGoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xmwhcmkgBJw/s320/IMG_5224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278823415552350850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End result turned out nothing like my initial sketches. It still has that flappy concept which I wanted but now it is closed by tying a bow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I don't quite like about my final work but I is still happy with the outcome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the stitches, can die dot com. So messy! &gt;.&lt;  But all in all, it was a good experience and it has motivated me to get a sewing machine so that I can start on other projects. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pesters mom to get a sewing machine* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl7vPJ5mI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rA93u_4XuR0/s1600-h/IMG_5221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl7vPJ5mI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rA93u_4XuR0/s320/IMG_5221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278823421454181986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I had to submit a picture of a model with the 'masterpiece' and this was the one. Yes I don't exactly look model-ish but where can I find one two hours prior to submission? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna be sitting at the exhibition with my 'masterpiece'. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trashion campaign will be exhibiting masterpieces submitted by contestants on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16th to 18th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;. If any of you reading this is from TARC, do pop by and have a look :) Oh and to vote too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vote counts! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outsiders are welcome to go view too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thats if you're willing to travel so far just to see my masterpiece I'll be so kam tung, I'll belanja you makan kangkung. Wtf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5679136988568016518?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5679136988568016518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5679136988568016518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5679136988568016518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5679136988568016518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/share-with-me-secrets-that-youve-kept.html' title='Share with me the secrets that you&apos;ve kept in.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUIl6zAYeqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zvV0StlUGfY/s72-c/IMG_5214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8989780642963880013</id><published>2008-12-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:02:58.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You fall in love like you'd fall from a bicycle.</title><content type='html'>Finally, one morning when I can breathe fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd upload some pix that were taken by me from the photo shoots that I always mention, but never show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMtABLkRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wafuNjeaAXA/s1600-h/IMG_1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMtABLkRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wafuNjeaAXA/s320/IMG_1545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725311726063890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMs2crjfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xl1Y2y9SZC4/s1600-h/IMG_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMs2crjfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xl1Y2y9SZC4/s320/IMG_1444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725309157051890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfanYvyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CibDn5B9_n8/s1600-h/Assignment-3-Photography-277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfanYvyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CibDn5B9_n8/s320/Assignment-3-Photography-277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725078347464482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfk6sZCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/w7DjlDALYiY/s1600-h/IMG_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfk6sZCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/w7DjlDALYiY/s320/IMG_0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725081112798242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMs-CkrWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-ftxT2Z9eAs/s1600-h/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMs-CkrWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-ftxT2Z9eAs/s320/IMG_0368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725311195032930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMs4RD7VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ol9hLB_ISY8/s1600-h/IMG_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMs4RD7VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ol9hLB_ISY8/s320/IMG_0420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725309645188434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfN8VuEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_apEL8LerJM/s1600-h/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfN8VuEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_apEL8LerJM/s320/044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725074945685570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfI-8KfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/p8425GviLFY/s1600-h/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfI-8KfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/p8425GviLFY/s320/053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725073614416370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfaO5SBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MV5QZvMcFw4/s1600-h/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMfaO5SBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MV5QZvMcFw4/s320/072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278725078244739090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things has been running through my mind lately, from assignments to trivial matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time off. Who wants to go drinking?! :D Or whoever who wants to drink red wine, please find me cause I'm in need of some red wine loving. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much lost track of whatever assignments that I've passed up. And also when are my upcoming submissions. Been reveling in the moment where its like a calm in the storm. After this week it'll be back to my assignment frenzy, all the way til the last week of college. Then its finals. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break. I need a Kit Kat. Wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8989780642963880013?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8989780642963880013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8989780642963880013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8989780642963880013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8989780642963880013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-fall-in-love-like-youd-fall-from.html' title='You fall in love like you&apos;d fall from a bicycle.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SUHMtABLkRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wafuNjeaAXA/s72-c/IMG_1545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3597324300334839061</id><published>2008-12-03T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:23:55.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day.</title><content type='html'>Never in my whole life had I had such whammies in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, a group mate whose idea for our group assignment is so generic, I wanna kick his/her arsh for trying to win me off by asking the tutor to support the idea. Best thing still, the tutor was the one who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suggested&lt;/span&gt; the idea, and he/she blindly just took it. Like what the eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another group mate was skeptical with it too, and was bitching to me about it. But when it came to the point where I was taking my stand with the idea and saying no to it, that stupid group mate decided to not tell about them being skeptical, but rather sitting on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, what the eff man. Bluddy take a side and stand la. Chicken. Its always like that, I seem like the bad person opposing to shitty generic ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the generic person, you're in bluddy advertising, if one has generic ideas how the hell are we gonna think out of the box when we're creating ads? I know you get like damn power marks for design and photography but what the eff la, like that's gonna help you become an art director in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to KL for that photoshoot which I am not in a group with nor do I needed to be with because of the DSLR, but rather it was with people that I enjoy being with and cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got chased by the guard and I was dissed to hold the camera bag. Dissed for going to the toilet for the second time because I had a stomach ache after eating the stupid roti telur at cafetaria. Stepped on mushy mud on the way back to where they finally found a place to shoot, and got bitten by red ants on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention I also had horrible hair and accidently slapped foundation on my hair while I was touching up my make up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was back to the place for the other photoshoot. Which turned out pretty good, cept that I apparently displeased someone, and his/her parents were pantang against rude people. Kononnya I'm the rude one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual I did nothing but dress up the model with cloth, which I painstakingly tried to make it different but we were lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I do all that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get called rude, just cause I answered cheekily to a statement. Or maybe it was because of the way I spoke to my mom on the phone. Which I regretted, and felt bad for, but thats the way my mom needs to be told. I have to tell her directly or she won't get the hint. I know how my mother works, so if one is gonna hold that against me, then fine, be it. You don't know how my relationship with my mother is, so who are you to judge? I know you're super sweet with your moms thats cause you're probably closer to your mom unlike me whereby I'm closer to my father and that it was more like a best friend relationship rather than father and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I spent my whole day for them, and did they even say thank you or at least made any gestures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need hugs :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3597324300334839061?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3597324300334839061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3597324300334839061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3597324300334839061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3597324300334839061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-7437326128745110589</id><published>2008-11-29T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:18:15.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashbsession.</title><content type='html'>I've been needing some good retail therapy for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking non-stop about dresses!&lt;br /&gt;Maxi dresses especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, imma feel like drowning in dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 9am now and my sleeping hours are so whacked. Woke up at 2.30am and had been awake ever since. Later at 12.30pm got work sumore. Habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be my last day cause I can't cope with assignments, mid-terms and work. Too much workload, and not having enough sleep costs lack of attention for me. Thought I could do the work part-time and study thing, but it affects my grades :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that when I went to do my make good test yesterday, halfway doing the test on a computer the whole lab had a blackout? And to think that I was one question away from submitting the answers.. Now we have to go back on the 13th of December (which is a Saturday) and finish it up. Grrr. Another Saturday morning at college -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I rambled enough. Gotta get some sleep before I become dysfunctional at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-7437326128745110589?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/7437326128745110589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=7437326128745110589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7437326128745110589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/7437326128745110589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-3.html' title='Fashbsession.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-1624097340318963359</id><published>2008-11-27T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:58:58.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #2.</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of the people in LRTs.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, there's an old person standing in front of you, can't you just stand up and let them sit?&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you have any wrinkles or sagging skin.&lt;br /&gt;Smooth skin, bright eyes, don't look like you can die from clutching the side poles.&lt;br /&gt;Respect la sikit older people. Or at least think about them when they need the energy to hold the poles or refrain themselves from flying across the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, pet peeve of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-1624097340318963359?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/1624097340318963359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=1624097340318963359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1624097340318963359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1624097340318963359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-2.html' title='Random #2.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-1936640135703261511</id><published>2008-11-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:39:26.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless, head over heels in the moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times do I have to tell you not to get your hopes up high?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think this is the point where you'll have to fall, and smack hard on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intended for it to happen this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-1936640135703261511?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/1936640135703261511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=1936640135703261511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1936640135703261511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/1936640135703261511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/hopeless-head-over-heels-in-moment.html' title='Hopeless, head over heels in the moment.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3854780162631444611</id><published>2008-11-26T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:55:33.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why at every corner of my mind?</title><content type='html'>I'm on Facebook playing Pet Society now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been rather long since I touched Pet Society and woah, everyone's points are like 30k++.&lt;br /&gt;Siao. To think that last time I was so into it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of November now, and I wonder how did the time managed to fly by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;One moment I was waiting for my October paycheck and now I'm planning for Christmas presents and celebrations, cause what is December without parties?!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, Aussie peeps are coming baaaacccck! ♥&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, in a state of bliss right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that there are assignments everywhere I turn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that make good test this Saturday which I'm not sure where is the venue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been sleeping so much it freaks me out. I'm not sure if my body is recuperating from the lack of sleep because of all the late nights out but I sure am happy to just sleep. Really happy. Maybe thats why I feel blissful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something random and out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SS2MGxoqGSI/AAAAAAAAANY/YE8a2tyYItI/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SS2MGxoqGSI/AAAAAAAAANY/YE8a2tyYItI/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273024786751691042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pawn joo yoo n00b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3854780162631444611?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3854780162631444611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3854780162631444611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3854780162631444611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3854780162631444611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='Why at every corner of my mind?'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SS2MGxoqGSI/AAAAAAAAANY/YE8a2tyYItI/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8693683964700858013</id><published>2008-11-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:59:17.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell hath no fury like a woman's wrath.</title><content type='html'>Whats the effing point in a group presentation when all your members are either:-&lt;br /&gt;a) not replying your smses&lt;br /&gt;b) going out when they know you're doing the presentation slides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASASBASKAKJSAI W(U@!(#@!OU#O@%#$K%#$&lt;%M#!@O#!PO#@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can go **** upside down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed right now its not funny cause I'm so tired from lack of sleep due to running all over KL to get stupid pictures for TTG's assignment. !@@#!$@$#@@!@#!@!@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a looooooooong day tomorrow and I hope I'm up for it. Anyone that crosses me will be either:&lt;br /&gt;a) bitten&lt;br /&gt;b) scratched&lt;br /&gt;c) bitchslapped&lt;br /&gt;d) all of the above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8693683964700858013?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8693683964700858013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8693683964700858013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8693683964700858013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8693683964700858013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-hath-no-fury-like-womans-wrath.html' title='Hell hath no fury like a woman&apos;s wrath.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-4768575421007632356</id><published>2008-11-22T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:25:07.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody is walking in slow motion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A post that I wrote some time ago, but didn't publish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing? Its been awhile since I last spoken to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy recently with assignments, every week there is submissions and there are more to be submitted in the coming weeks. Am also working on some days just to fill up my time, because initially I thought it would be a pretty easy going semester. Guess my judgment was wrong so I'll be quitting work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving around KL for the past few days and I thought to myself, how I remembered the first time you took me to KLCC. And how you always take me around with you when you go to construction sites. I remember the last time you went to Maju Junction back then when they were building up that place. It's really KL-ish now. Do you know that they have Halal dim sum at one of the restaurants there now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the rides to KL because there I'll see loads of buildings and zooming cars. Now that I am a full-fledge driver, I was pretty afraid to drive to KL on my own because of the buildings and zooming cars. Ironic isn't it? But after overcoming that, now I know how to get to places. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the time we use to take the train to Yau-Han mall. (I'm not sure how to spell it) Back then I'll always pester you to take me on the rides. And not to forget, how you taught me how to eat sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkAEuZQwGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xeMqwpeftNI/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkAEuZQwGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xeMqwpeftNI/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744919987339362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a new friend, whose dad used to be a musician back in his younger days. And I wondered to myself, did you two know each other back then? He also played the guitar, just like you did. It just crossed my mind then, cause I know how much you love to sing and you told me how you used to do gigs in pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered where did my love for musical instruments came from. Was it because I was sent to piano classes back then, or was it because I was influenced from you? You were supposed to teach me the guitar, but I never got around to buying a guitar. Now I'm learning up the violin eventhough I really want to play the piano again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkF3ttpydI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tXXEOM1FUNg/s1600-h/IMG_4420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkF3ttpydI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tXXEOM1FUNg/s320/IMG_4420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271751293535898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? We need to get a bluddy DSLR for the photography subject I'm taking. Obviously I didn't get one cause I don't have that kinda $$ to splurge at the moment. Was thinking if I could use your manual one, but then again I'll spend lots of money on the film and developing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I fell in love with photography. Catching pictures at that one split second when it there is so much feeling and emotion, or that frown burrowed in that person's forehead while pouring over notes, or that laugh where the person is laughing so hard that his/her cheeks feels like bursting. Then I told myself its about time I invest in a DSLR. Which means I'll have to start saving up like huge chunks of my allowance. And you'll be laughing your head off because to you, I use my money like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprise to know that I haven't been buying anything much lately. All my money has been going to assignments, printing out a huge poster, printing assignments, buying mounting boards, sharing for mount spray, driving here and there to take pictures, printing pictures. I'm flat broke now. Even extra money from work is going down the assignment drain soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the other day, you appeared in my dreams, and yet again I didn't get to tell you how much I love you? Just like that day when I thought you would be okay and I went back home to take a nap, only to be awaken abruptly by a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I miss you, beri much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1812996349346497055-4768575421007632356?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/4768575421007632356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=4768575421007632356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4768575421007632356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/4768575421007632356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/everybody-is-walking-in-slow-motion.html' title='Everybody is walking in slow motion.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSkAEuZQwGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xeMqwpeftNI/s72-c/IMG_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-5122187289999059389</id><published>2008-11-21T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:30:52.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahiti 80 is love.</title><content type='html'>Ola~&lt;br /&gt;Have been too busy to even sleep properly which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reeks&lt;/span&gt; cause now I'm starting to be able to sleep at really late hours and wake up at insanely early. Gone are the days when I get to sleep in until afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned about my love hate relationship with assignments?&lt;br /&gt;Back then I used to adore assignments cause we had to endure like thousands of mid-terms (ok la, maybe not thousands but super a lot lah) and now its like, super a lot of assignments and so little mid-terms.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like dying under the workload of assignments and don't love em at times cause the submissions are so close to each other. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then again, assignments are still love cause they aren't mid-terms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I still&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hate &lt;/span&gt;mid-terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, nuff about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday Melina, Jia Yung, Joseph and I met up for dinner at Fullhouse NZX Ara Damansara. And not to mention a lil shopping :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRko0x98I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kwT1qGTly-w/s1600-h/IMG_4362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRko0x98I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kwT1qGTly-w/s320/IMG_4362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341947480569794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knight in shining helmet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRko0x98I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kwT1qGTly-w/s1600-h/IMG_4362.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRkruE_4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rq4odOnGtUw/s1600-h/IMG_4358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRkruE_4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rq4odOnGtUw/s320/IMG_4358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341948257763202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRkyDQv5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/t_zvB63gl5U/s1600-h/IMG_4366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRkyDQv5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/t_zvB63gl5U/s320/IMG_4366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341949957226386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutcrackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRkyDQv5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/t_zvB63gl5U/s1600-h/IMG_4366.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRkyE8bpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nBdrdQy5EOs/s1600-h/IMG_4363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRkyE8bpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nBdrdQy5EOs/s320/IMG_4363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341949964283538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper mache cakes with really good detailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we made our way to the infamous Fullhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR2pdslaI/AAAAAAAAALA/gq2q3DvAKcM/s1600-h/IMG_4431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR2pdslaI/AAAAAAAAALA/gq2q3DvAKcM/s320/IMG_4431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342256889828770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR2bEnpTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5AGVD5pe3RI/s1600-h/IMG_4437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR2bEnpTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5AGVD5pe3RI/s320/IMG_4437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342253026551090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The car that greeted us at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR2bEnpTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5AGVD5pe3RI/s1600-h/IMG_4437.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR3VI11kI/AAAAAAAAALY/0DO0AnPffc4/s1600-h/IMG_4417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR3VI11kI/AAAAAAAAALY/0DO0AnPffc4/s320/IMG_4417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342268613514818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR3Z-6YZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Wl4qIQpjxTg/s1600-h/IMG_4422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR3Z-6YZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Wl4qIQpjxTg/s320/IMG_4422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342269914046866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRuQDncCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DhPbM0EfZuM/s1600-h/IMG_4371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRuQDncCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DhPbM0EfZuM/s320/IMG_4371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342112630599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jia Yung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRufKH3BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YyuDu5GioPk/s1600-h/IMG_4373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRufKH3BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YyuDu5GioPk/s320/IMG_4373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342116684422162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melina &amp;amp; Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRuTtMEYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sgBVQirkWkI/s1600-h/IMG_4389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRuTtMEYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sgBVQirkWkI/s320/IMG_4389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342113610273154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jia Yung's meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRupgZB7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/N-Y7BQ2untM/s1600-h/IMG_4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRupgZB7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/N-Y7BQ2untM/s320/IMG_4390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342119462176690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joseph's chicken chop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYGTQubI/AAAAAAAAALo/4k4M_F7mkA4/s1600-h/IMG_4398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYGTQubI/AAAAAAAAALo/4k4M_F7mkA4/s320/IMG_4398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342831566371250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Melina and I both had Fish &amp;amp; Chips. Nothing special about the deco, looks kinda like Joseph's food cept that its fish.&lt;br /&gt;Food was okay though. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Helluva lot of drinks though, couldn't make up my mind what to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYNfcuDI/AAAAAAAAALg/RIyotqWxZEs/s1600-h/IMG_4391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYNfcuDI/AAAAAAAAALg/RIyotqWxZEs/s320/IMG_4391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342833496537138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melina &amp;amp; her Kalamansi Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner we decided to roam around Fullhouse as they had random things up for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRupgZB7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/N-Y7BQ2untM/s1600-h/IMG_4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYBE0EZI/AAAAAAAAALw/VmvO_TVVtsA/s1600-h/IMG_4399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYBE0EZI/AAAAAAAAALw/VmvO_TVVtsA/s320/IMG_4399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342830163595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like these felt DIY sushi / doughnut / fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR3LJ2LkI/AAAAAAAAALI/kxdgibiEnDI/s1600-h/IMG_4424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeR3LJ2LkI/AAAAAAAAALI/kxdgibiEnDI/s320/IMG_4424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342265933377090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a huge softoy burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYnc3eGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zTcjgRh0ZKE/s1600-h/IMG_4404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeSYnc3eGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zTcjgRh0ZKE/s320/IMG_4404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342840465029218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a white floppy hat which I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeVErsefhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/i31QTcoHJ5k/s1600-h/IMG_4419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeVErsefhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/i31QTcoHJ5k/s320/IMG_4419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271345796541742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rack of sunnies &amp;amp; accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeVE8O7V6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vaPzEdrZCe0/s1600-h/IMG_4426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeVE8O7V6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vaPzEdrZCe0/s320/IMG_4426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271345800981206946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was good there. But I'll say its more of a hangout spot than a place to eat. They tend to focus more on variety of drinks than on food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tonnes of fun that day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got other pix to post up but I gotta dash soon.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments calling :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-5122187289999059389?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/5122187289999059389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=5122187289999059389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5122187289999059389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/5122187289999059389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/tahiti-80-is-love.html' title='Tahiti 80 is love.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SSeRko0x98I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kwT1qGTly-w/s72-c/IMG_4362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8273206820100688672</id><published>2008-11-16T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:34:26.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks makes me feel like big bucks!</title><content type='html'>My sleeping system is so whacked that I should be sued by the Sand Man for making him out of a job.&lt;br /&gt;Been overly dependent on coffee, now I need coffee to give me that wonderful feeling and to sustain myself over the day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to sound like a coffee addict -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sure hope I won't sleep &amp;amp; drive on my way to class later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone, and have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8273206820100688672?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8273206820100688672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8273206820100688672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8273206820100688672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8273206820100688672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/starbucks-makes-me-feel-like-big-bucks.html' title='Starbucks makes me feel like big bucks!'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-6742280860324210531</id><published>2008-11-15T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:07:21.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushie rushie.</title><content type='html'>Can't blog much, rushie rushie asses.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say that sorting out surveys are helluva tedious work, and I thank the stars that I'm not doing accounting anymore cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dislike tedious repetitious work&lt;/span&gt;. :/&lt;br /&gt;My eyes just sees stars after I look up from the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we get a later submission? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-6742280860324210531?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/6742280860324210531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=6742280860324210531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6742280860324210531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/6742280860324210531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/rushie-rushie.html' title='Rushie rushie.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-3244274076500777030</id><published>2008-11-14T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:05:29.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greener &amp; Tee Hees.</title><content type='html'>ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;I is beri much happy that I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; finally&lt;/span&gt; done with my magazine cover!&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to admit, as much as others are dealing with Global warming for their written assignments and me not wanting to do it cause its such a generic topic, I chose to do a magazine cover about saving the environment. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we made a spur of the moment trip to Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;After heavy jams, heavy rain, a long long road, &amp;amp; a scratched car, we finally made it at 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;It was still drizzling when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;They say pictures are worth a thousand words so I'll let the pictures speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CjfrZ5YI/AAAAAAAAADY/G_6jfGil_Ck/s1600-h/IMG_4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CjfrZ5YI/AAAAAAAAADY/G_6jfGil_Ck/s320/IMG_4246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268721791636465026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some fancy schmancy building which is sooo puurty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CjpUzE1I/AAAAAAAAADg/sDPhPbfeQK8/s1600-h/IMG_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CjpUzE1I/AAAAAAAAADg/sDPhPbfeQK8/s320/IMG_4248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268721794226000722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Cjww7sUI/AAAAAAAAADo/ILM8VYJ88Js/s1600-h/IMG_4249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Cjww7sUI/AAAAAAAAADo/ILM8VYJ88Js/s320/IMG_4249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268721796223054146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CkB5Me5I/AAAAAAAAADw/-f4MwvMHdGA/s1600-h/IMG_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CkB5Me5I/AAAAAAAAADw/-f4MwvMHdGA/s320/IMG_4255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268721800821111698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CkUPVKKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HCdSjjbmHeg/s1600-h/IMG_4262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CkUPVKKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HCdSjjbmHeg/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268721805745793186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not a mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5EorhIHcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SD8gYf7kt7A/s1600-h/IMG_4274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5EorhIHcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SD8gYf7kt7A/s320/IMG_4274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724079737183682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Eo671MsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7e7RIqrDe_M/s1600-h/IMG_4280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Eo671MsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7e7RIqrDe_M/s320/IMG_4280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724083875721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5EpAsr6HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ad7YKZpMb2E/s1600-h/IMG_4282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5EpAsr6HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ad7YKZpMb2E/s320/IMG_4282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724085422811250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5EpmFSX9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/q4z5Sgt97OE/s1600-h/IMG_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5EpmFSX9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/q4z5Sgt97OE/s320/IMG_4288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724095458107346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tee &amp;amp; Hee" under an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Ep4ZK3DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lATjTKeLnYs/s1600-h/IMG_4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Ep4ZK3DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lATjTKeLnYs/s320/IMG_4289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268724100373339186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNH9x2dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ty2t8gT-W8Y/s1600-h/IMG_4293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNH9x2dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ty2t8gT-W8Y/s320/IMG_4293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268725805360470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNWqHmFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CL1J5LXwgQI/s1600-h/IMG_4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNWqHmFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CL1J5LXwgQI/s320/IMG_4300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268725809304541266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNn2j39I/AAAAAAAAAE4/egDbYvrt_LA/s1600-h/IMG_4310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNn2j39I/AAAAAAAAAE4/egDbYvrt_LA/s320/IMG_4310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268725813920128978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNxzFbmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Mx6dJl3mpWs/s1600-h/IMG_4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GNxzFbmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Mx6dJl3mpWs/s320/IMG_4314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268725816589905506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GOZTN-7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/d8ffaACcZjI/s1600-h/IMG_4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5GOZTN-7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/d8ffaACcZjI/s320/IMG_4319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268725827193666482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tee &amp;amp; Hee" under an umbrella again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Ih3T4edI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HvXCRgdAny4/s1600-h/IMG_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5Ih3T4edI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HvXCRgdAny4/s320/IMG_4323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268728360690285010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5IiAOqEUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XjQ5uiT5CSY/s1600-h/IMG_4327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5IiAOqEUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XjQ5uiT5CSY/s320/IMG_4327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268728363084288322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be finishing my BM assignment but I'm reading about Neurosis &amp;amp; Phobias..&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-3244274076500777030?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/3244274076500777030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=3244274076500777030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3244274076500777030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/3244274076500777030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/greener-tee-hees.html' title='The Greener &amp; Tee Hees.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SR5CjfrZ5YI/AAAAAAAAADY/G_6jfGil_Ck/s72-c/IMG_4246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-86914139053094300</id><published>2008-11-12T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:56:57.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #1.</title><content type='html'>My mother brought durians home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DURIANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies in the stench*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-86914139053094300?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/86914139053094300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=86914139053094300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/86914139053094300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/86914139053094300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-1.html' title='Random #1.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1812996349346497055.post-8540341104656995111</id><published>2008-11-12T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:24:27.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We small eyed people staring wide-eyed at this silly world - Ayern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to - Meiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally decided to start blogging again, after a long hiatus since I transferred college.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't quite feel like using the old blog, so here's the emergence of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irebiret&lt;/span&gt;! wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Thursday today and I have two assignments to complete by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;One that requires a BM report and another which requires 20inch by 30 inch printing. Which I really have no idea if we could finish it up by Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been really enjoyable. Here are some pictures where we went picture hunting at KLCC for our assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trip to KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9CNrSZbI/AAAAAAAAABU/nLxxXilfT14/s1600-h/IMG_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9CNrSZbI/AAAAAAAAABU/nLxxXilfT14/s320/IMG_3812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012034868536754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9gBhnETI/AAAAAAAAABc/25-iym5_oqs/s1600-h/IMG_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9gBhnETI/AAAAAAAAABc/25-iym5_oqs/s320/IMG_3815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012547002798386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8w_0XtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LeF2rdM1dRI/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8w_0XtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LeF2rdM1dRI/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268011739090760946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8w9ur7FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCe_XEjv9yk/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8w9ur7FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NCe_XEjv9yk/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268011738530049106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9gbrLzQI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZcBgZMWw2P4/s1600-h/IMG_3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9gbrLzQI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZcBgZMWw2P4/s320/IMG_3826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012554022276354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9gpnrz2I/AAAAAAAAABs/Uci5Ha71I7o/s1600-h/IMG_3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9gpnrz2I/AAAAAAAAABs/Uci5Ha71I7o/s320/IMG_3829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012557765693282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu_MlpOCoI/AAAAAAAAACM/tZGmd_lYbGY/s1600-h/IMG_38310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu_MlpOCoI/AAAAAAAAACM/tZGmd_lYbGY/s320/IMG_38310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014412124260994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9g2NBmGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yk0R17rQTGo/s1600-h/IMG_3837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9g2NBmGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yk0R17rQTGo/s320/IMG_3837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012561143535714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8xcodqzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sj8vZDvQG2A/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8xcodqzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sj8vZDvQG2A/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268011746825448242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu_MQOp1KI/AAAAAAAAACE/YPeJ7OJkuKg/s1600-h/IMG_3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu_MQOp1KI/AAAAAAAAACE/YPeJ7OJkuKg/s320/IMG_3842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268014406375691426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9hW4f-4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/a4UBCRk5akw/s1600-h/IMG_3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9hW4f-4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/a4UBCRk5akw/s320/IMG_3841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012569915816834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BnfgcJI/AAAAAAAAABM/s6DdQoynG_s/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BnfgcJI/AAAAAAAAABM/s6DdQoynG_s/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012024618578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BGptq-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JKTbrwOKHM0/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BGptq-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JKTbrwOKHM0/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012015803018210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BplVX5I/AAAAAAAAABE/jY2HhjZqPKE/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BplVX5I/AAAAAAAAABE/jY2HhjZqPKE/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012025179889554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8xw-CVBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MCuXrMHckQc/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8xw-CVBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MCuXrMHckQc/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268011752284640274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BNrOdBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DOmcnBk4F8g/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9BNrOdBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DOmcnBk4F8g/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012017688409106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8xtK_f0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/o4IL-Lcleic/s1600-h/DSLR-PICTURES-138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu8xtK_f0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/o4IL-Lcleic/s320/DSLR-PICTURES-138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268011751265238850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday we went to Little Tree at Prima Setapak and I finally touched a piano after years. Fell straight back into love with it. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I have more objectives to aim for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; God only knows when can I achieve them. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRvHHTdTEYI/AAAAAAAAACU/_P21LyMWHb8/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRvHHTdTEYI/AAAAAAAAACU/_P21LyMWHb8/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268023117436096898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1812996349346497055-8540341104656995111?l=irebiret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/feeds/8540341104656995111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1812996349346497055&amp;postID=8540341104656995111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8540341104656995111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1812996349346497055/posts/default/8540341104656995111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irebiret.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-small-eyed-people-staring-wide-eyed.html' title='We small eyed people staring wide-eyed at this silly world - Ayern.'/><author><name>irebiret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15831305869421468507</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/_7YWORMeoaZM/SvaPi7uLjuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pt0SoMlvLp4/S220/DSC02271.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YWORMeoaZM/SRu9CNrSZbI/AAAAAAAAABU/nLxxXilfT14/s72-c/IMG_3812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
