<?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-99094942511099897</id><updated>2011-11-28T12:19:39.786+11:00</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='kl'/><category term='bubu'/><category term='uni'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='entertainments'/><category term='melbourne'/><category term='tuna'/><category term='restaurants'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Missyjulia2.blogspot.com- Not a princess anymore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4566142853343569825</id><published>2009-08-10T22:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:22:30.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pygmy Jerboa</title><content type='html'>Meet Pygmy Jerboa!! The world's smallest rodent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww!! How cute is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAQHkZJHBI/AAAAAAAAApg/wEQKSNdy0sk/s1600-h/pygmy_jerboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAQHkZJHBI/AAAAAAAAApg/wEQKSNdy0sk/s400/pygmy_jerboa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368308478039890962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAQ5NatBHI/AAAAAAAAApo/qf13nNxJhXw/s1600-h/PygmyJerboa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAQ5NatBHI/AAAAAAAAApo/qf13nNxJhXw/s400/PygmyJerboa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368309330865882226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it looked like a sonic + rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to genesis! Go create more cute mutants!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4566142853343569825?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4566142853343569825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4566142853343569825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4566142853343569825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4566142853343569825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/08/pygmy-jerboa.html' title='Pygmy Jerboa'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAQHkZJHBI/AAAAAAAAApg/wEQKSNdy0sk/s72-c/pygmy_jerboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2834695572203292221</id><published>2009-08-10T21:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:07:44.994+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Real life Pikachus</title><content type='html'>Great news for Pokemon lovers out there! As this will be like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;(I've known few friends that are insanely in love with Pikachu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few people out there, that have claimed to found pikachu. And these Pikachus have been auctioned for $925 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, there are 20 sold.&lt;br /&gt;(So there are actually 20 billionaires willing to buy these "Pikachus")&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAMbo5_g5I/AAAAAAAAApY/Q_YPT4rkPD8/s1600-h/pikachu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAMbo5_g5I/AAAAAAAAApY/Q_YPT4rkPD8/s400/pikachu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368304424802288530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Real Life Pikachu! (Without lightnings of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not? Fingers crossed for the buyers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference: http://www.weirdasianews.com/2008/09/10/real-life-pikachus-auctioned-for-925-million/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2834695572203292221?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2834695572203292221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2834695572203292221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2834695572203292221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2834695572203292221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-life-pikachus.html' title='Real life Pikachus'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SoAMbo5_g5I/AAAAAAAAApY/Q_YPT4rkPD8/s72-c/pikachu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4719388189443651197</id><published>2009-08-09T15:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:16:49.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing Pigs</title><content type='html'>Andrew showed me this link about glowing pigs, and they are really interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/01/080109-pig-glow.html&lt;br /&gt;http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/01/080109-pig-glow.html&lt;br /&gt;http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/01/080109-pig-glow.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sn5bLC-_4hI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RPUQUEXhvDg/s1600-h/GlowingPigs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sn5bLC-_4hI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RPUQUEXhvDg/s400/GlowingPigs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367828051210002962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glowing pigs under fluorescent light! &lt;br /&gt;How cool is that? I really do wish I own one of the piglets. These pigs are actually injected with the glow in the dark genes from jellyfish. And they are used to study about humans. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4719388189443651197?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4719388189443651197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4719388189443651197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4719388189443651197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4719388189443651197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/08/glowing-pigs.html' title='Glowing Pigs'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sn5bLC-_4hI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RPUQUEXhvDg/s72-c/GlowingPigs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1496135720102310010</id><published>2009-08-07T20:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:53:43.475+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LINK!!!</title><content type='html'>Changing my blog to a new link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it sound more mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.julialow.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relink me! Never knew this link was available!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1496135720102310010?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1496135720102310010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1496135720102310010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1496135720102310010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1496135720102310010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-link.html' title='NEW LINK!!!'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-9154792789451610721</id><published>2009-08-05T23:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:51:50.425+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a couch potato</title><content type='html'>OK, TODAY IS GOING TO BE THE LAST DAY I'M BEING A COUCH POTATO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this semester is getting harder, and I really don't want to spend my parents money retaking. And it's like a must for me, If i want to go to the law school (which I'm still really undecided).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on Julia Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL THE LAST DAY OF THIS SEMESTER.&lt;br /&gt;(I CAN DO IT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just finished my last episode of Lipstick Jungle. Well, it was ok. Audrey introduced me watching it. And yeah, Lindsay Price was gorgeous. I love her dresses. The story line was ok. Will not comment much about it, cause it's more about moderly middle age women, that I'm still not very certain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit, I'm still immature at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS, we just have to look things at the positive side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-9154792789451610721?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/9154792789451610721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=9154792789451610721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9154792789451610721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9154792789451610721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-couch-potato.html' title='The end of a couch potato'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8248260448296168484</id><published>2009-08-04T17:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:53:00.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE JASON !</title><content type='html'>*Confetti*&lt;br /&gt;*Confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CLAPS!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been a long time since I last blogged. And the last post, was about how paranoid I was for my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it came out pretty good, and I was surprised. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good day today, cause I've only got a 2 hours of Cognitive Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE LECTURER WAS JASON FORTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that lecturer I was cursing from the last few post, the one about neuropsychology.&lt;br /&gt;And It happens that this semester, he's taking 2 lectures of Cognitive Psych as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happens that today, is his last lecture! I was so freaking happy, that I gave him such a big applause shouting "YES NO MORE JASON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I get it, no more jason forte isn't something so good to be blogged about. To be positive, he's a good lecturer, it's just I that I hate perceptions and all about how our brain works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what we people do. People with not much happenings in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8248260448296168484?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8248260448296168484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8248260448296168484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8248260448296168484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8248260448296168484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-jason.html' title='NO MORE JASON !'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2977446289969702126</id><published>2009-08-04T17:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:35:18.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: For those who have brains</title><content type='html'>Just wanna stress out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) PEOPLE WHO THINKS, KNOWS THAT REINFORCEMENTS OF UNWILLING BEHAVIORS WILL ONLY CAUSE HIGHER REINFORCEMENTS OF UNWILLING BEHAVIORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) PEOPLE WHO ARE GUILTY OF THEIR OWN BEHAVIORS, WILL NOT HAVE THE COURAGE TO ADMIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) EVERY INDIVIDUALS HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.&lt;br /&gt;And this is according to human right under Article 19 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and recognized in international human rights law in the International Covenant on Civil And Political Rights (ICCPR)&lt;br /&gt;- According to Article 19, this includes internet - freedom of information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) IF YOU THINK YOU ARE SMART, BELIEVE ME YOU ARE NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a think about it, and if you're still figuring it out, then I suppose, YOU NEED A BRAIN IMPLANT. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2977446289969702126?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2977446289969702126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2977446289969702126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2977446289969702126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2977446289969702126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/08/warning-for-those-who-have-brains.html' title='Warning: For those who have brains'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6959048038933533177</id><published>2009-07-09T16:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:54:16.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la la</title><content type='html'>I've just burned my brain. Feeling paranoid, yet sick. Hate this feeling the most. Another day till my results are out. Gosh. I'm freaking worried for calculus. It's not like I dunno how to do the paper, but it's like I know I've made lots of mistakes in it. I don't know where, but somewhere. Shit. Just hope I'll pass, so I dont have to spend to summer doing calculus. Argh. I seriously dont wanna retake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6959048038933533177?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6959048038933533177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6959048038933533177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6959048038933533177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6959048038933533177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-la-la-la.html' title='la la la la'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-862569063837650849</id><published>2009-06-16T00:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:29:08.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>literally, i'm having my exams tomorrow. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;Neuropsych is fucking hard. (Have to use this word here, cause I've no other words to describe the toughness)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I dunno what to expect from this lecturer, as he's giving us facts, as if I'll get a phd by reading his notes. Read it over and over again, and nothing goes inside my brain.&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-862569063837650849?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/862569063837650849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=862569063837650849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/862569063837650849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/862569063837650849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/06/literally-im-having-my-exams-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1342626486623364255</id><published>2009-05-29T21:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:35:07.791+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Everything will come to an end</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was the last day of the semester. And it passed by just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've been waiting for this day, not on the fact that I'll miss all my friends at stuffs, but psych essay's marks will be handed out today. Have been paranoid about it. And I actually did pretty well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester have been full of fun, joys and laughter. I miss the fact that this semester is so much fun that the last one. I'm actually making loads of friends in classes. Friends that are not "hi bye" friends. I name those friends that you will only say hi and bye to them as "hi bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, everything will come to an end. And the cycle will start again next semester.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess, I have to let it go, and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is like what? In a week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1342626486623364255?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1342626486623364255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1342626486623364255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1342626486623364255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1342626486623364255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-will-come-to-end.html' title='Everything will come to an end'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-179793158253572558</id><published>2009-05-18T18:59:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:34:52.320+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>The Chocolate Diet</title><content type='html'>Great news! You can now lose weight + chocolates + your favorite food! And you don't have to starve yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually lose up to 2kg (or maybe more) in a week. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've actually only lost 1.5kg, but am extremely happy with the results. And my aunt actually lost more than 5kgs by eating dark chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what you need to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/ShEmbkPM4gI/AAAAAAAAAoA/GZnVCwo7Yx8/s1600-h/lindt+excellence+85+cocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/ShEmbkPM4gI/AAAAAAAAAoA/GZnVCwo7Yx8/s400/lindt+excellence+85+cocoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337089288436507138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stock yourself with lots of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dark chocolates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE: YOU CAN ONLY USE DARK CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt; ( from 85% onwards). But I'll strongly   suggest using the 70% dark chocolates first, if you really dislike the taste of dark chocolates. 85% dark chocolates can be really bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a small piece of dark chocolate, 5 minutes before meal. And another piece, 5 minutes after meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Only up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 PIECES PER DAY!&lt;/span&gt; (Dark chocolates are extremely high in calories!, therefore, you need to slightly reduce your intake of food to spare the 8 piece of chocolates per day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For better results, reduce intakes of fats. And eat only 3 meals per day with appropriate serving size. Mid snacks are allowed, but eat lower calorie snacks (such as a piece of fruit, or nuts) to enhance the amount of weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;- You can eat normally for your meals :)&lt;br /&gt;- Drinks lots of fluids (8 glasses of water). Eating too much of dark chocolates without drinking enough fluids may cause sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. There are many advantages of eating dark chocolates. Don't believe? Google it.&lt;br /&gt;Dark chocolate have antioxidants. Antioxidants leads to higher metabolism, which then leads to weight loss. These antioxidants are not found in milk or white chocolates. As chocolates being washed down with milk, the antioxidants are lesser, you just won't lose weight, but gain weight. So whenever you go, just order dark chocolates instead of milk or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You will experience a loss of appetite. And you feels full (which will then prevent you from having snacks and overeat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, dark chocolates lowers blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just be careful, not to binge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK!!XD&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/99094942511099897-179793158253572558?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/179793158253572558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=179793158253572558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/179793158253572558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/179793158253572558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-diet.html' title='The Chocolate Diet'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/ShEmbkPM4gI/AAAAAAAAAoA/GZnVCwo7Yx8/s72-c/lindt+excellence+85+cocoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8915952260935003476</id><published>2009-05-16T15:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:40:30.170+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Super simple dinner</title><content type='html'>Last two days ago, I was being lazy. As usual. And ended up cooking a extremely simple yet satisfying 3 dish meal. I've only used 20 minutes to cook. Hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've created this lemon chicken. And it was yummy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/DSC03449.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Lemon Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Box nuggets/ chicken strips&lt;br /&gt;- 1 packet of lemon chicken sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oven the nuggets, so you can save your time on deep frying. And it definitely reduce the amount of oil/fats in your nuggets. And microwave your sauce in the microwave for 1 minute. And mix the sauce and the nuggets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have more enthusiasm, head down to the nearest KFC, for crispy strips or popcorn chickens to replace the nuggets. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;More photos on Bubu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03441-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 633px;" src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/DSC03441-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03443-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/DSC03443-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good shot. Bubu's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 591px; height: 440px;" src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/DSC03451.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 589px; height: 441px;" src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu38/missyjulia/DSC03450.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got big stomach. And i'm fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubu's like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seriously&lt;/span&gt; overweight. He's like 3.2kg. Overweight by 0.2kg. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Should reduce his snack intakes. :)&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/99094942511099897-8915952260935003476?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8915952260935003476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8915952260935003476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8915952260935003476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8915952260935003476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-simple-dinner.html' title='Super simple dinner'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-9145930428601477662</id><published>2009-05-13T02:30:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:54:07.802+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>Must watch for Britain Got Talent 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>I've always been a big fan of Britain got talent. And I've just checked it out the newest shows from show 3-5 last two days. And I find them awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've watched it over and over. Some of them are pure disgusting, hilarious, and some are just stunning. I stunned every time I watch, although I've already known the outcome. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've summarized a few must watch list for this year's audition from show 1- show5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Susan Boyle (It's like a Big Duh!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Emma Amelia Pearl Czikai&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Methane&lt;br /&gt;4. Greg Pritchard&lt;br /&gt;5. Sue Son&lt;br /&gt;6. Jamie Pugh&lt;br /&gt;7. Shaheen Jafargholi&lt;br /&gt;8. Peter Coghlan / Mama Trish&lt;br /&gt;9. Mike Henderson&lt;br /&gt;10. Flawless&lt;br /&gt;11. Diversity&lt;br /&gt;12. Fabia Cerra&lt;br /&gt;13. Hollie Steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know 13 sounds alot. But it's seriously like a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;Just go and youtube and watch. GO GO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Not giving spoilers. And you will thank me for that. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-9145930428601477662?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/9145930428601477662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=9145930428601477662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9145930428601477662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9145930428601477662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/must-watch-for-britain-got-talent-2009.html' title='Must watch for Britain Got Talent 2009!!!'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8960503292979520871</id><published>2009-05-12T18:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:54:24.515+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt so awkward today. Seriously. I went to the 3pm class for chinese today. And I'm the only student. Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;So it's like, me and the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8960503292979520871?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8960503292979520871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8960503292979520871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8960503292979520871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8960503292979520871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-felt-so-awkward-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-375448365846719911</id><published>2009-05-12T01:10:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:54:57.646+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I so have to blog about this. I'm so extremely happy! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time, I ever ever ever GET 10/10 FOR ILT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-375448365846719911?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/375448365846719911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=375448365846719911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/375448365846719911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/375448365846719911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-i-so-have-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3985127952562512787</id><published>2009-05-10T23:52:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:55:59.997+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainments'/><title type='text'>I love blair!</title><content type='html'>Omg! I'm seriously in love with Blair. I love her dresses, her headband, and her coats, and even her pajamas!! OMG. I'M SO OBSESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so sweet, although she's supposed to be bitchy, but i loved her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SgbcsyOpMYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Me7I-jrSxrI/s1600-h/blair-dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SgbcsyOpMYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Me7I-jrSxrI/s400/blair-dresses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334193470622478722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'M NOT LES. I just love to look at clothes and headbands. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3985127952562512787?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3985127952562512787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3985127952562512787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3985127952562512787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3985127952562512787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-blair.html' title='I love blair!'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SgbcsyOpMYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Me7I-jrSxrI/s72-c/blair-dresses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1468653875110872632</id><published>2009-05-09T23:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:56:53.621+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from dinner, and it's late. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Hwaro, the place that I'm actually planning to celebrate my birthday, but canceled. The food is awesome, I seriously love korean food. It's like so healthy, and vege-ish. Ok, I know I'm the only one eating veg, cause damien hates it. And everything went well, the atmosphere, good food, etc. Till we pay the bill, damien realised he lost his dim sum card. Gosh. I was actually more panicked than Damien. Have to admit, I have panic attacks frequently, and I can get panic on really small things. Well, that's the nature of me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the point. We checked, and re-checked his wallet, and it's really gone. And we recalled, the last time we used the food card, is like 1 month ago, during the easter break. Gosh. Have to call his mum, bro, and his sis to cancel the card. Lucky for him, the card was not used. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm really scared of this sort of things. If it's me, I'll even cry in the restaurant, tram, and back home, eventho my dad is ok about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1468653875110872632?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1468653875110872632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1468653875110872632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1468653875110872632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1468653875110872632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-came-back-from-dinner-and-its-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4258049312968562981</id><published>2009-05-09T19:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:57:13.990+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Life just can't get a little easier</title><content type='html'>Fine, it's not like i'm having a big crisis in my life. Nevertheless, it's still ok. It's just i'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Not ready to even think that I'll be having a big exam in exactly 1 month time (for my bio paper).&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i seriously hate bio, when it comes to exam. So many things to cramp. Gosh. And psych!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DONT WANT TO STUDY YET! I KNOW I NEED TO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4258049312968562981?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4258049312968562981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4258049312968562981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4258049312968562981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4258049312968562981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-just-cant-get-little-easier.html' title='Life just can&apos;t get a little easier'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1737368331046847061</id><published>2009-05-06T18:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:57:35.164+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>School ain't easy</title><content type='html'>I've got so many things to catch up. But I'm feeling lazy. There are all sorts of excuses i give myself each day, when I'm too lazy to wake up in the morning especially for 9am classes. And I always blame on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my psych essay last friday, and I just realized swot vac will be in 1 month time, or maybe lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1737368331046847061?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1737368331046847061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1737368331046847061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1737368331046847061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1737368331046847061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-aint-easy.html' title='School ain&apos;t easy'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5679111647002640561</id><published>2009-04-10T23:07:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:58:08.618+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Easter Break</title><content type='html'>Easter break just started. And I don't think this is really a break at all. Well, I did hibernate today. Lots of streamings and rottings. And since it's Good friday today, and in Aus, Good friday is a big day. Supermarkets are closed, cinemas- not sure, no trams working. Well, that explains how empty the city is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the topic, I've just got so many things to do during the Easter break. At first, I thought my Easter break would be great, since my birthday is during the break, i thought it would be a Birthday Holiday. But turns out not. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 exams after this break, for Chinese and Bio. Lots of memorizing and understanding for both. And another 40% psych essay to be handed in 2 weeks after easter break. And I have to write a thousand words on sunset illusion and another 1k words on Illusions and Sensation. Crap isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that reminds me. I've got a sudden rush of adrenaline/hormones on hot cross bun cravings two days ago. Well, It all started with hot cross buns sold all over the place. It's like wherever I go, I hear about hot cross bun. And I seriously thought it was just a sudden craze, Why are these hot cross buns sold all over the place. A huge stacks in safeway, free hot cross buns in uni, bakers delight "Special highlighted" hot cross buns, gloria jeans highlight of the day- hot cross buns. Gosh. I was wondering why are all these hot cross buns all over the place. What's wrong with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a really long time, I realized people eat hot cross buns for Easter. OK, I know I'm dumb. After staying for 2 years approx here, I don't even know it's related to Easter (cause they don't do it back home in Malaysia). I seriously thought Easter is all about the bunnies, eggs, chocolates ( Well, that's from what I've observed from Big W).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Seriously I feel the traditions here are just so cute, most of the festival goodies are related to dried fruits. AND THEY DON'T TASTE REALLY THAT GOOD! Well, they are OK, but not ultimately delicious. During Christmas, there is this really expensive pudding called the plum pudding. On the first Christmas I celebrated here, I did not buy it. But we bought a tiny one last year, and it cost us 3 dollar plus, and It only lasted for like 2 bites? And they are just fruit cakes, maybe a little bit more pudding like. And now easter, with hot cross buns (which are made from dried fruits again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have to admit, these buns taste awesome when they are heated in the oven for 10 minutes before eaten, and with butter of course.  Ok, it do sounds alot of calories. Just be careful, have to keep reminding myself each bun cost me 300 approx calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubu's time:&lt;br /&gt;Bubu's growing, and he's fatter and naughtier. And he likes to bite. Sounds irritating? Well, not really, but i'm seriously irritated at times. But he's seriously cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JLf5PX9I/AAAAAAAAAnw/2D5_arXkBr4/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JLf5PX9I/AAAAAAAAAnw/2D5_arXkBr4/s400/DSC03363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323053746464186322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubu sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JLAZ6nKI/AAAAAAAAAno/vBZ6-G7mqho/s1600-h/DSC03350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JLAZ6nKI/AAAAAAAAAno/vBZ6-G7mqho/s400/DSC03350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323053738011303074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his first and favourite toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JKwf9QvI/AAAAAAAAAng/h4T1dbvz6Jo/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JKwf9QvI/AAAAAAAAAng/h4T1dbvz6Jo/s400/DSC03297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323053733741675250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken stick treats. Used to distract him from bitting wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JKnlKGdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EgwaDf9CTHw/s1600-h/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JKnlKGdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/EgwaDf9CTHw/s400/DSC03321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323053731347569106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His best friend, the vacumn cleaner. See how much he loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JKSIxNxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/z1bXB0fxHgA/s1600-h/DSC03289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JKSIxNxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/z1bXB0fxHgA/s400/DSC03289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323053725591353106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's 20th Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Damien's really lucky. His mum and sister got him a ps3. How lucky is him. Well, he's always luckier than me. That's like a big duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GOtL9rBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/21NA9W6Tkx8/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GOtL9rBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/21NA9W6Tkx8/s400/DSC03346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050503037103122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him red eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GOQjp0QI/AAAAAAAAAnA/PY-JtsJtQ4M/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GOQjp0QI/AAAAAAAAAnA/PY-JtsJtQ4M/s400/DSC03343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050495351836930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GOCBQugI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Qr0wM7SNfX4/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GOCBQugI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Qr0wM7SNfX4/s400/DSC03338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050491449489922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i admit i'm childish at times&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GN-5QhhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/SZ9Mzpcfz-s/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GN-5QhhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/SZ9Mzpcfz-s/s400/DSC03336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050490610615826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 20 year old kid on the plane?&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GNktP_PI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LM9pzFSch68/s1600-h/DSC03330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9GNktP_PI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LM9pzFSch68/s400/DSC03330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050483580927218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks nice right? I only ate 3 bites. Saving the calories. :)&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/99094942511099897-5679111647002640561?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5679111647002640561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5679111647002640561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5679111647002640561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5679111647002640561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-break.html' title='Easter Break'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/Sd9JLf5PX9I/AAAAAAAAAnw/2D5_arXkBr4/s72-c/DSC03363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6853747628293515625</id><published>2009-03-30T20:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:59:48.226+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ultimate bad luck</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know what happened to my life. I guess that's the way of life, ups and downs. Well, I'm not really down, to be exact. It's just, there are too many dramas and accidents happening in my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sprained my ankle during gym. Gosh, and the feeling of it sucked. Like max. Ok, I know most of you experienced spraining, but I don't. This is like the first time I ever strained my leg this seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My bubu was attacked by Ariel and Rocky. He was like seriously injured, and we have to admit him to the emergency vet at midnight. And bubu was bleeding non stop, and he cried. Ok, now he's alright. But it's still wounded, and he bleed when he shit. Gosh. Internal Anal bleeding I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really do hope these dramas will stop soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;And mid sem test is just around the corner, and I'm so left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6853747628293515625?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6853747628293515625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6853747628293515625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6853747628293515625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6853747628293515625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimate-bad-luck.html' title='Ultimate bad luck'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8681970380566926546</id><published>2009-03-15T20:26:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:00:12.165+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubu'/><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>Introducing, my beloved, little adorable yet naughty, son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBU ( i know it's a dumb, yet stupid name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a cross breed of pomeranian x chi hua hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLXCo6pwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FGP6f0lftC0/s1600-h/DSC03243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLXCo6pwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FGP6f0lftC0/s400/DSC03243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313345257096259330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLWqqHpEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/kjt_jpn-870/s1600-h/DSC03267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLWqqHpEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/kjt_jpn-870/s400/DSC03267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313345250658853954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLWXqSZwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/sxqvJYxfbrQ/s1600-h/DSC03245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLWXqSZwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/sxqvJYxfbrQ/s400/DSC03245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313345245559285506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLWEPzBjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/tK3FFYJkS6M/s1600-h/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLWEPzBjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/tK3FFYJkS6M/s400/DSC03242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313345240347903538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tiny yet so adorable. Awwww !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8681970380566926546?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8681970380566926546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8681970380566926546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8681970380566926546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8681970380566926546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SbzLXCo6pwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FGP6f0lftC0/s72-c/DSC03243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2529829454596052614</id><published>2009-02-20T14:29:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:01:00.819+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Greetings from the library?</title><content type='html'>Hi, greetings from baillieu library. I've gotta be fast, cause mel's reaching the library really soon, and I'm supposed to meet her at 2.30 in front of the book shop, and it's 2.34pm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the flight's great! Singapore airline's definetly better than Mas, but Cathay is still on my top 1 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to get internet soon, cause I have to get a phone line, and now I'm waiting for that telstra guy to come fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures that Szen uploaded, that I find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZ4kj3pyGQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ewo8XitWVh8/s1600-h/n728846469_1911945_3486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZ4kj3pyGQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ewo8XitWVh8/s400/n728846469_1911945_3486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304717609742244098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZ4kjy8w0jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5cOH9WNTFnA/s1600-h/n728846469_1911938_1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZ4kjy8w0jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5cOH9WNTFnA/s400/n728846469_1911938_1323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304717608479674930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2529829454596052614?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2529829454596052614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2529829454596052614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2529829454596052614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2529829454596052614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/02/greetings-from-library.html' title='Greetings from the library?'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZ4kj3pyGQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ewo8XitWVh8/s72-c/n728846469_1911945_3486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4834723021009287794</id><published>2009-02-17T14:44:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:01:57.159+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Summer Holiday @ KL</title><content type='html'>Today will be the last day for my trip in KL, Well, it was fun overall, and the food are awesome :) - no Leo, I did not get bored of Malaysian food. And I managed to do all the things I listed on the last post. It's just kinda disappointing, cause I did not buy much clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm currently very tempted by hakka yam abacus, these abacus are just chewy, and delicious. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Just let the photos do the talking.&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo_q3_YsKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/9vc07blHrS8/s1600-h/DSC02833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo_q3_YsKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/9vc07blHrS8/s400/DSC02833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621516999045282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year Eve @ Seacucumber (Mum's)&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo_qYSlBaI/AAAAAAAAAlY/I0O-6bN2dWc/s1600-h/DSC02840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo_qYSlBaI/AAAAAAAAAlY/I0O-6bN2dWc/s400/DSC02840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303621508489610658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY Eve - the fireworks! Opps I mean firecrackers. SHHH.&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9SUdlUZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PHP1jx1gpxI/s1600-h/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9SUdlUZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PHP1jx1gpxI/s400/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303618896121909650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY Day 1 @ Being a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ignore the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"burger ayam"&lt;/span&gt; (chicken burger) thingie, it's actually a vegetarian ramly burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9SGDlopI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9tZDnD31D14/s1600-h/DSC02897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9SGDlopI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9tZDnD31D14/s400/DSC02897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303618892254782098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choy! Well, she actually received angpows from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9R8PyobI/AAAAAAAAAlA/9JHNeYRdkDw/s1600-h/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9R8PyobI/AAAAAAAAAlA/9JHNeYRdkDw/s400/DSC02908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303618889621610930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 @ Malacca - The elder generations (Grandma, aunts and mum)&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9RkcOc5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/MSY0pzyQFlY/s1600-h/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9RkcOc5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/MSY0pzyQFlY/s400/DSC02911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303618883231314834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca - My cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9RDBDW5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/b4Lqs7nn9Yg/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo9RDBDW5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/b4Lqs7nn9Yg/s400/DSC02917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303618874258971538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current and younger generations&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7StOeQAI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QUKg4gL6QU8/s1600-h/DSC02988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7StOeQAI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QUKg4gL6QU8/s400/DSC02988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303616703746162690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get this candit photo of Jackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7SZhCnNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZaniyTEEGps/s1600-h/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7SZhCnNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZaniyTEEGps/s400/DSC02987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303616698455334098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are girls! (Including Billy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7R0IOf2I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IAh4Vav5hsA/s1600-h/DSC02983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7R0IOf2I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IAh4Vav5hsA/s400/DSC02983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303616688419143522" 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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7Rax1QxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ybZMOX3QO0Y/s1600-h/DSC02976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo7Rax1QxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ybZMOX3QO0Y/s400/DSC02976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303616681614328594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My webcam adventure with Damien&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4suKyQ5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Oq3VR-yuc-U/s1600-h/DSC02977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4suKyQ5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Oq3VR-yuc-U/s400/DSC02977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613852140848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The UNFORGETABLE ADORABLE CUTE LITTLE sister :) (PS: she's smaller than my lambs, and was stacked sort of above them)&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4sftVCTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/hic4e5EQ4PQ/s1600-h/DSC03027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4sftVCTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/hic4e5EQ4PQ/s400/DSC03027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613848259201330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most awesome buttered chicken @ Birds&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4r1d5wVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Xg7irHnDMqI/s1600-h/DSC03041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4r1d5wVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Xg7irHnDMqI/s400/DSC03041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613836920209746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lou Sang&lt;/span&gt; @ Twin's Place&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4rdxbe2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/laYwI54K5ek/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4rdxbe2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/laYwI54K5ek/s400/DSC03017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613830559660898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese New Year family portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4rNOrH6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Fa98hDQw8UQ/s1600-h/DSC03013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo4rNOrH6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Fa98hDQw8UQ/s400/DSC03013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303613826118918050" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1P23d4bI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MXvqKgDZVig/s1600-h/DSC03156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1P23d4bI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MXvqKgDZVig/s400/DSC03156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303610057724649906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon-i @ Farewell + Er Ling's BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1Pkta1WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YeMp1-A2h1k/s1600-h/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1Pkta1WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YeMp1-A2h1k/s400/DSC03136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303610052850668898" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1PsN34VI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HBhkk9Wo3o8/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1PsN34VI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HBhkk9Wo3o8/s400/DSC03133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303610054865838418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redbox Curve - Redbox are scammers, they forced us to pay for titbits which cost RM9.90 EACH TINY BOWL.&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1PY_bnuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TLkwdTAYZa8/s1600-h/DSC03121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1PY_bnuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TLkwdTAYZa8/s400/DSC03121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303610049704992482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1PFp_lcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FCfTk4WBLIM/s1600-h/DSC03118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo1PFp_lcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FCfTk4WBLIM/s400/DSC03118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303610044514801090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reunions with Ah Beng and Ming Zid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've to start packing my clothes like really soon. I left 2 hours more to recheck my bag. Shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna online for at least 2 weeks since I need to fix a phone line in my new house back. Well, unless I get a freeloading internet place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go, BYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES&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/99094942511099897-4834723021009287794?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4834723021009287794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4834723021009287794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4834723021009287794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4834723021009287794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/02/summer-holiday-kl.html' title='Summer Holiday @ KL'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SZo_q3_YsKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/9vc07blHrS8/s72-c/DSC02833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4950498525825143925</id><published>2009-02-11T03:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:02:19.464+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><title type='text'>Running out of time</title><content type='html'>For the first time, ever since I left for Melbourne, I actually felt that time is gold in KL.&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things to do, in 1 week time? GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't meet up my tunas yet for the 2nd time&lt;br /&gt;2. Haven't sing karaoke&lt;br /&gt;3. No dim sum yet&lt;br /&gt;4. I need loads of shoppings&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy puzzles&lt;br /&gt;6. Valentines! (We planned to book at Equatorial Hotel for high tea)&lt;br /&gt;7. Farewell dinner?&lt;br /&gt;8. Meeting up with Ah Beng &amp;amp; Ming Zid&lt;br /&gt;9. I WANT TO EAT ICE KACANG AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;10. And worst, I haven't go to school to collect my SPM cert (even it's not really that important now, since I've already got into uni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! And there are like loads of dresses that I want from forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;And my miniatures! I've got seriously in loved with Megahouse miniatures and re-ment.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post up my miniatures soon, since I've already got the full collection of Puchi Airplane Meals and a Bakery Set! Luvesss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4950498525825143925?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4950498525825143925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4950498525825143925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4950498525825143925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4950498525825143925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-out-of-time.html' title='Running out of time'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8044676766756329426</id><published>2009-02-09T05:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:02:54.932+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I should blog like everyday now, not really everyday,but once every 2 days at least? Well, there's a reason for my sudden rush of enthusiasm on blogging. Not pms (nobody pms-ed on blogging I guess, er?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just read my old blog, and I've realised there's just so many interesting little bits of things that I've gone through for the past few years, and I DO REALISED that I'm growing (Gosh!). And It's kinda fun, to see mood swings, events that I've forgotten, my changes in literature and vocab terms (and I do realised that I was lala (hate to admit it, but true), I used to use fonts like tHiS) and loads more. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall start blogging later, not now, it's like 2.52 am (Malaysia time) now. Gosh. And I have to wake up early morning tomorrow to exercise. It will really be a tiring day SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8044676766756329426?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8044676766756329426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8044676766756329426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8044676766756329426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8044676766756329426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-i-should-blog-like-everyday-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8533633954344630901</id><published>2009-02-08T13:29:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:03:27.538+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Does Asian really have to stay asian?</title><content type='html'>It really made me wonder, why we Asians have to stay the weight we are. For these past few weeks of holiday, my mum have been bugging with my weight issue, and I'm not overweight, my bmi is perfectly healthy, but she was like " You are an Asian, so you have to stay like what Asians weight". I told her about my healthy BMI (not to say I'm proud, but it's still a fact), she got really pissed and said "Don't be a chinese, if you wanna compare your weight with the Aussies". Oh please, since when did I ever wanna compare with them, I'm like a "mini" compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, so is this a social norm comformity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8533633954344630901?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8533633954344630901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8533633954344630901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8533633954344630901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8533633954344630901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-asian-really-have-to-stay-asian.html' title='Does Asian really have to stay asian?'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-9206089137409665378</id><published>2009-01-21T23:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:04:35.895+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>KL FOOD IS AWESOME. IT'S FINGER LICKING GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate steam fish with ginger ( i know it disgust you, but i really loved it)&lt;br /&gt;      "sang cheong" - a special part of pork intestine&lt;br /&gt;      sizzling hot plate tofu&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;and a supposed to be chinese new year dish, made from lotus and fish paste - not so awesome though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-9206089137409665378?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/9206089137409665378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=9206089137409665378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9206089137409665378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9206089137409665378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8271710742975339876</id><published>2009-01-21T21:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:05:00.009+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><title type='text'>Happy Back Home :)</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back home, so what shall i say, it's a pretty good impression this time. Was way better than last time, I couldn't mind staying at home for another 25 days, seriously. Since I felt the need of hibernation, and it certainly felt more homely this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, i used to have a disgust impression when I'm back in KL. Maybe the phobias of immigrants (worried that they will snatch my bag or something), but it turned out pretty good this time, since I chose to sit at the side, instead of standing in the middle of the arrival hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was good, nothing to complaint about, I love flights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Malaysia wasn't that hot this time, Maybe Melbourne was like near 40 degrees (which I'm quite used to it), and KL was like 28 degrees with air cond. So no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually acted quite like a santa claus this time, again. I'm used to that.&lt;br /&gt;Half of my luggage is actually full of gifts for my parents and bro. Ok, so not actually gifts, to be precise, just bringing back what they called me to buy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the gifts are really pure luxury gifts. I even longed for these things, but.. er.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall not complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Mum, 1 louis vuitton bag, 1 longchamp handbag, 1 Guess handbag, 1 MNG silk dress, 1 Kenzo set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, 2 ralph lauren shirts, 2 burberry perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, tees from mooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you get it huh? All of them are actually branded, except the MNG I guess, I dont really count MNG as branded. Just a personal opinion though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to KL topic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is wireless now, which is good, cause I can online in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I ATE CHICKEN RICE WITH CHA SIEW TODAY. Something I've longed long enough. Awwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall proceed to the living room to play wii. XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8271710742975339876?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8271710742975339876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8271710742975339876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8271710742975339876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8271710742975339876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-back-home.html' title='Happy Back Home :)'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2563366032352688377</id><published>2009-01-15T00:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:05:28.845+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Detox diet -II</title><content type='html'>Guess what, I'LL NEVER EVER DO A DETOX DIET ANYMORE. I MEAN NO MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's bad, or anything, but it just doesn't suit me. So up goes another failure diet on me. And hell yeah, it's stacking up. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened is, I actually had difficulties breathing on the first, second and third night. On the first few days, I thought it was normal, since I was coughing and sick. But not till the third day, when I googled "dizzy, headache, breathing difficulties detox".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, some of the results actually refer it as a good symptom. I was like "wtf?", and they explained it in a medical way, saying when you have toxic in your blood stream, you actually feel these. Hey, I actually can't breath, AND YOU CALL THIS HEALTHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine, I actually ate some panadols, and continued my will on the detox. And the next morning, it felt worst, my legs are trembling, and I can't breath again. And this time, I actually stopped it, and grab myself grains to bite on for energy, and it felt so much better. Gosh, I really shall not starve myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I will go on a healthy 1200 calories diet, or perhaps more on certain days, with exercises. NO MORE SHORTCUT WAYS. DAMN. A hard fact, but true, I've tried hundreds of diets, and none of them actually worked, except learning to eat healthily and exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review on detox diet :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight lost: 1-2 lbs per day, but depends, you can actually lose 2lbs on the first day, and gain back another 1lbs the next day (water weight).&lt;br /&gt;Food: Sucks. I hate raw vegetables, and cooked without salt veg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2563366032352688377?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2563366032352688377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2563366032352688377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2563366032352688377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2563366032352688377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/01/detox-diet-ii.html' title='Detox diet -II'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2813032750901714284</id><published>2009-01-11T23:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:05:55.320+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Vegetable and fruits detox</title><content type='html'>I'm currently doing a detox now. To clean the extra waste on my colon, and stomach, and my extra fats away. So, I'm gonna stay for 2 weeks with vegetables and fruits only. *wee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my third day, And I'm really feeling better, since I kept on shitting. WAKAKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite simple to follow, and all you need to do, is to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write the details on the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am busy watching cooking master boy. Oh yeah, AGAIN. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2813032750901714284?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2813032750901714284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2813032750901714284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2813032750901714284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2813032750901714284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/01/vegetable-and-fruits-detox.html' title='Vegetable and fruits detox'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1311708454286965836</id><published>2009-01-02T01:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:13:15.593+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>My 2009 new year resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No more last minute studies&lt;br /&gt;2. No skipping lectures without improper reasons (eg. sleep/lazy/tired/shopping)&lt;br /&gt;3. Gym at least 1 hour per day (to improve on my fitness)&lt;br /&gt;4. Read minimum 1 book per month, at least 4 educational magazines per month. (improve on my english)&lt;br /&gt;5. Revise minimum 30 minutes per day&lt;br /&gt;6. 40kg by march&lt;br /&gt;7. Great health for my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;8. Get freedom from daddy&lt;br /&gt;9. No more 24/7 tv series&lt;br /&gt;10. Clean house&lt;br /&gt;11. Save money for tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I watched Bolt 3d today. Not too bad, and Bolt is cute! Can anyone tell me what breed is it?&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Ate dim sum today, yeah again. :) And ate late night supper with damien at 12am, and it's awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves. Happy New Year XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1311708454286965836?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1311708454286965836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1311708454286965836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1311708454286965836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1311708454286965836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2251510498350547449</id><published>2008-12-26T14:42:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:14:10.450+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Merry Xmas!! @ Melbourne</title><content type='html'>First of all, MERRY X'MAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was my 2nd year celebrating christmas here. Am pretty tired, but nevertheless fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of the shops are closed, and the streets are really empty, I really do wonder how the huge population disappear in just 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ( Damien, Damien's bro and gf) started our journey by eating dimsum. And it was super packed!!&lt;br /&gt;And after that, me and damien headed to the Melbourne Aquarium. Those King penguins are just awesome!!!, they are so cute, and huge. Gosh! I really love penguins!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip in the melbourne aquarium, although it's a little too small, but I love the sharks, penguins and the super humungous sting ray (They are double the human size).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later on, walked to crown, and we headed towards the arcade. Guess what!! I won 2 jackpots with lesser than 10 bucks spent!! And I won more than 3000 tickets (around 4k). It's getting closer to wii/ds/watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later on, we catched a movie (was so surprised that Village cinema is actually opened, and it's so crowded in crown, LIKE SERIOUSLY). Watched the day the earth stood still, was alright. Nothing much to talk about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, went home and play monopoly. And i lost of course, was at first the riches, and my money just got flying away, thanks to that expensive land. GRHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: We ate turkey on christmas eve. :D&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SVRVMAkh3NI/AAAAAAAAAis/_Ds0-6IKvOg/s1600-h/santa_mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SVRVMAkh3NI/AAAAAAAAAis/_Ds0-6IKvOg/s400/santa_mel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283941927612439762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the santa mail box. CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SVRVL0TejXI/AAAAAAAAAik/IjrCIjFDyy0/s1600-h/320329121_eeac892253_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SVRVL0TejXI/AAAAAAAAAik/IjrCIjFDyy0/s400/320329121_eeac892253_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283941924319694194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;super huge christmas tree around Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's boxing day today (supposed to be the day after christmas), and boxing day sale is just awesome!! I woke up at 7, and headed to guess, and there are already loads of people que-ing up. GOSH! I Que around 1 hour, just to get my mum's bag. It was a good sale, since they offered like 50% off on all goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sales in myer is just crazy!! It opened at 5am today, and there are just loads and loads and loads of people shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought nine west, for 50% off on all shoes!! Jayjays for bro, and it's just $10 for each tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really exhausted now, and I shall head back for 2nd round shopping later.&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/99094942511099897-2251510498350547449?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2251510498350547449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2251510498350547449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2251510498350547449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2251510498350547449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas-melbourne.html' title='Merry Xmas!! @ Melbourne'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SVRVMAkh3NI/AAAAAAAAAis/_Ds0-6IKvOg/s72-c/santa_mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8743300502587415915</id><published>2008-12-23T17:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:14:42.937+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Late Post</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging recently, was reading to my heart content the twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was so frustrated since I could not get a copy of new moon (sold out in big w, and my brother bought our copy back to kl), so I went and read the new moon e-copy. Was so lucky, cause I finally found a website (I guess that's the only site), with new moon, others are all with breaking dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And new moon is awesome. I love the first twilight, since It's so mushy, and romantic and touching, but new moon is just extraordinary. Cried for a few chapters for it, and the tears just can go on and on and on forever. Gosh, Edward is so romantic, and Jacob is so nice. But seriously, I'm still wishing for Bella to become a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my opinion though, lots of you guys still agreed that she should be with Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8743300502587415915?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8743300502587415915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8743300502587415915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8743300502587415915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8743300502587415915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-post.html' title='Late Post'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6930948296244960680</id><published>2008-12-20T03:28:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:15:10.672+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Boymongoose</title><content type='html'>Found these videos online, and they are really awesome and cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to click on their profile, and I've found out they are Australian Indians (quite predictable though). Since Australian Indians and Malaysian Indians are really different in a way. As in, when we talk about Indian food here, we think about butter chicken, instead of roti chanai/canai (these are more into Malaysian food here) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I should do a brief comparison between Australian Indians and Malaysian Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm not making a generalization of all Indians. And I'm not racist. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbciCSY2Ip0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbciCSY2Ip0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6930948296244960680?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6930948296244960680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6930948296244960680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6930948296244960680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6930948296244960680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/boymongoose.html' title='Boymongoose'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-7474220753378760613</id><published>2008-12-19T22:52:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:15:35.311+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ais Kacang Song</title><content type='html'>Have been humming this ais kacang song for a long time, without really knowing the proper lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;And I've finally found it online (thanks to Damien). Hopefully you guys still remember this song. It was taught in primary school during music classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it pretty cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ais Kacang, Ais, Ais Kacang&lt;br /&gt;Bila cuaca panas rasa dahaga,&lt;br /&gt;Singgah di gerai, Ais Kacang diminta&lt;br /&gt;Susu and jagung&lt;br /&gt;Kacang dan lengkong&lt;br /&gt;Air gula berwarna&lt;br /&gt;Campur semua, enak rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Kegemaran kita semua.&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SUuNRAR6GEI/AAAAAAAAAic/Nn3pIirLvdE/s1600-h/AisKacang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SUuNRAR6GEI/AAAAAAAAAic/Nn3pIirLvdE/s400/AisKacang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281470311294441538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried google-ing a ice kacang photo. And I've found this.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I felt pretty scary, since it's so colorful and stuffs. The round round things, looks pretty fake, I bet there are loads of colouring used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss the ice kacang I ate in penang. :D&lt;br /&gt;And the RM 1.30 ice kacang from the super slow movement uncle near my house (Not sure whether it's still the same price or not). Seriously, he's like doing taichi while making my ice kacang. I've always waited like 30 minutes before just for an ice kacang.&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/99094942511099897-7474220753378760613?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7474220753378760613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=7474220753378760613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7474220753378760613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7474220753378760613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/ais-kacang-song.html' title='Ais Kacang Song'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SUuNRAR6GEI/AAAAAAAAAic/Nn3pIirLvdE/s72-c/AisKacang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-112699203275323959</id><published>2008-12-18T22:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:09:40.959+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>OMG, I'M ADDICTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, i'm in love with Edward. I'm all melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started reading twilight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bought eclipse and breaking dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN, I NEED NEW MOON, but my brother brought it back to KL. DAMN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I shall read new moon in borders. Don't care. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-112699203275323959?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/112699203275323959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=112699203275323959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/112699203275323959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/112699203275323959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-7227389530902121373</id><published>2008-12-17T19:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:21:16.441+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CONFESS, I ATE ASAM LAKSA AND CLAYPOT LOH SU FAN!!! The exactly same with those sold in KL, in Old town kopitiam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: feeling guilty tho, calories!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-7227389530902121373?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7227389530902121373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=7227389530902121373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7227389530902121373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7227389530902121373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-confess-i-ate-asam-laksa-and-claypot.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6723504266744043316</id><published>2008-12-16T20:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:24:26.872+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Eye</title><content type='html'>I finally felt content to my heart, after finishing my task. Being unable to sleep the whole night (still blaming the effect of mild caffeine in my wu-long tea), my eyes began to sore, itch, and it's getting redder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, I thought it was just a normal "sand goes into my eyes scenario"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting worst by this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I barely can see light, and it's happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to the pharmacist, after bringing my brother to the airport, and he gave me a prescription of eye drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the eye drop sounds so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disease: Mild short term conjunctivitis&lt;br /&gt;Take note: Please consult a doctor if no reduction of blood vessels in 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like I got myself a big disease? It's just an red eye! Those where you rub your eyes when you felt itchy. GRHH. And it cost me $18 for that eye drop and $8 for another eye drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: Don't EVER rub your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I finally sat skybus ALONE. Was my first experience sitting public bus here. Fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6723504266744043316?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6723504266744043316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6723504266744043316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6723504266744043316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6723504266744043316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-eye.html' title='Red Eye'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8374420486930381005</id><published>2008-12-15T21:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:07:32.395+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eyes are itchy. Ouch :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8374420486930381005?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8374420486930381005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8374420486930381005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8374420486930381005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8374420486930381005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-eyes-are-itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3213595622586238085</id><published>2008-12-14T15:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:27:45.748+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne weather's CRAZY</title><content type='html'>The weather is getting crazy nowadays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terribly cold, and windy during summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wind is blowing me off, when I was waiting for the tram yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, it have been raining non stop for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRHH.. AND IT MADE ME SLIP WHILE I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye sandals and my favourite croc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3213595622586238085?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3213595622586238085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3213595622586238085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3213595622586238085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3213595622586238085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/melbourne-weathers-crazy.html' title='Melbourne weather&apos;s CRAZY'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-9154427892015764780</id><published>2008-12-14T03:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:06:09.205+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien FINALLY</title><content type='html'>BLOGGED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been waiting, till my neck is growing longer (psychologically), biologically my neck is still short and fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Damien finally blogged, after nearly 2 years of persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you guys are too late, he deleted all his old juicy post! DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, i still remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how he talked about his sayangs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just jealoused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-9154427892015764780?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/9154427892015764780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=9154427892015764780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9154427892015764780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9154427892015764780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/damien-finally.html' title='Damien FINALLY'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-231813457888210038</id><published>2008-12-14T00:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:26:36.492+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just bought twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have decided not to watch the movie, since most of them said the book is still better. But maybe I'll change my mind after sisca's persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a thought about it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother bought the new moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy! Happy! Have got storybooks to read for this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when I'm such a nerd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-231813457888210038?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/231813457888210038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=231813457888210038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/231813457888210038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/231813457888210038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-bought-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5141294002104154478</id><published>2008-12-12T20:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:14:50.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeee</title><content type='html'>*Yawn*. I'm still sleepy, just woke up from my nap (or shall i call it as yesterday's replacement).&lt;br /&gt;Barely slept the whole night yesterday, while waiting upon my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I roll on the bed, for every hour to pass, and finally it was 7.15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to try my luck to check my results (since they say it will be released on 9am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the stupid firefox 3 stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Over and over again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I tried IE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And my laggy pc, and internet, and finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I entered the portal, and clicked on the "get my results" icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;AND YEAH!!! I PASSED ALL MY EXAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASN'T THAT WELL DONE, BUT WAS EXTREMELY HAPPY, CAUSE I REALLY DID NOT EXPECT A PASS FOR MY BIOLOGY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT, H1, H2A, H2B, and a Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's bad, but, I'M REALLY HAPPY. At least a h1 for acc (when I lost a whole question, since I barely even do it), and a h2a for data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very the excited-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i rush to poor Damien, who is still sleeping, and shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I PASS!!! I PASS!!! I PASS!!!" (oh poor thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till he finally woke up (upon my loud voices), and he began clicking his results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subject that he expect to fail, he got an H1 (what a miracle eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very the excited-ness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5141294002104154478?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5141294002104154478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5141294002104154478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5141294002104154478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5141294002104154478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/weeee.html' title='Weeee'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4464384231146275573</id><published>2008-12-08T20:56:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:27.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from gym classes, and body jam rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the dance classes (cause this is the only class that I can follow up, since I've learnt before XD)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, uploaded this song that I love, from my body jam class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called santa baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN HOT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4464384231146275573?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4464384231146275573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4464384231146275573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4464384231146275573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4464384231146275573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-came-back-from-gym-classes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8289106719293535202</id><published>2008-12-08T00:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:24:09.544+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry Puffs</title><content type='html'>Being pretty bored, and I decided to bake Curry puffs @ 12.22am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty crazy nowadays. But 12.22am is still better than 3am (baking egg tarts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL WAITING FOR MY CURRY TO COOL DOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL WAITING :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8289106719293535202?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8289106719293535202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8289106719293535202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8289106719293535202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8289106719293535202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/curry-puffs.html' title='Curry Puffs'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2334659885116714733</id><published>2008-12-07T17:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:07:41.803+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna scold, for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;! NEARRMARRRRCHIBAI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BITCH!FUCKER!!SH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;UTYOURMOTHERFUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm feeling better now. At least, I've let go of my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wanna know the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me what it meant by a blog for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A thing where you can fake your entries, so to please others and get famous?&lt;br /&gt;2. Your personal diary, where you can blog about anything you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2334659885116714733?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2334659885116714733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2334659885116714733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2334659885116714733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2334659885116714733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-wanna-scold-for-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1483196544138645753</id><published>2008-12-07T16:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:02:57.667+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Mama &amp; Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>Notice that I haven't been blogging for few days? Well, there's a reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm lazy, and secondly I'm busy playing with my new wii games. And I bought 2 games, and they are awesome!!! (Not exactly, I did not buy both, I only bought my wii fit, and Damien bought me cooking mama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, cooking mama, is better than the DS version. Comparing the DS version and wii, in Wii, you can actually use the controller to shake and cook. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;And that's so fun, for a noob like me! Shouting with excitement when I can't even peel the carrots (Well that's because I'm panic, and I can't control my hands to cut it).&lt;br /&gt;Loads of delicious recipes, cute images, but the vocals? Er, kinda weird. For those who played cooking mama knew what I'm talking about, it's like a dubbed Korean english slang.&lt;br /&gt;I would give them a 3.5 out of 5 rating!! -not bad huh? Still thinking Super Mario Galaxy is better (eventhough I've only passed 2 stages XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjmY0rDmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/AkCURBRakZc/s1600-h/cooking-mama-750882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjmY0rDmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/AkCURBRakZc/s400/cooking-mama-750882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920899544223330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO KAWAII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjmG22ypI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bH3sZ4WzI0U/s1600-h/WI_Cooking_Mama_Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjmG22ypI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bH3sZ4WzI0U/s400/WI_Cooking_Mama_Game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920894721542802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can play with your friends, to see who is a better chef!! AWESOME!!&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjlph30rI/AAAAAAAAAiE/6SY3z7EVzwQ/s1600-h/cooking_mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjlph30rI/AAAAAAAAAiE/6SY3z7EVzwQ/s400/cooking_mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920886848901810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the DS Lite version, still AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And well, I've also bought myself a wii fit, And yeah, I'VE FINALLY BOUGHT IT, AFTER MONTHS OF DREAMING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For wii fit, it's good for exercising, not a suitable game for those who are looking for games. It's more like a personal home gym with a computerized personal trainer where you can learn Yoga, Muscle trainings, Cardios (I LOVE THIS!!), and games.&lt;br /&gt;Me and damien have been fighting the whole time, to beat each other's high scores!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've finally beat him by achieving 636 spins for hula hoop!!! Weee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND THE GOOD NEWS IS, I've lost 0.8 kg in 1 day!! AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjPB3-OpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/kxK9z-rpeZI/s1600-h/wii-fit-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjPB3-OpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/kxK9z-rpeZI/s400/wii-fit-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920498247056018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yoga training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjPKMqtMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P5G79OdkpAs/s1600-h/Wii-Fit-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjPKMqtMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P5G79OdkpAs/s400/Wii-Fit-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920500481340610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the football game, that I've always lost to damien! DAMN!&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjO-WIZPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uNJUVmpZisk/s1600-h/Wii_Fit_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjO-WIZPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uNJUVmpZisk/s400/Wii_Fit_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920497299809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HULA HOOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjO23XchI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rd6hXrdHP64/s1600-h/wii_fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjO23XchI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rd6hXrdHP64/s400/wii_fit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920495291724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and after playing these games, I shall aim for guitar heroes world tour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1483196544138645753?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1483196544138645753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1483196544138645753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1483196544138645753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1483196544138645753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooking-mama-wii-fit.html' title='Cooking Mama &amp; Wii Fit'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STtjmY0rDmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/AkCURBRakZc/s72-c/cooking-mama-750882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-7560503530050356664</id><published>2008-12-03T22:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:10:15.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity February Valedictory</title><content type='html'>Went for my brother's valedictory, and sneaked out during the middle of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will describe it in 1 word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, the valedictory is worst than ours, maybe our intake is much smaller compared to theirs, ours is full of fun, as in we know each and everyone of us which are sitting surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, for the feb intake, it's super quiet, not because they are civilized or what so ever, it's because they barely know each other sitting around of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, february intakes got CDs given to them, with photos of each of them with their friends during the whole last week of class.&lt;br /&gt;Unfair! But who cares, maybe that's the thing that is given to them instead of camps. Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-7560503530050356664?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7560503530050356664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=7560503530050356664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7560503530050356664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7560503530050356664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/trinity-february-valedictory.html' title='Trinity February Valedictory'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8574775448907589090</id><published>2008-12-02T14:33:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:35:16.741+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Fun</title><content type='html'>Damien went to work, and asked me for suggestion for lunch. And I told him to eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he replied me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate mighty Melbourne shit and fried shit with sperm and herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those can be translated into real food, so take a guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8574775448907589090?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8574775448907589090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8574775448907589090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8574775448907589090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8574775448907589090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-fun.html' title='Food Fun'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8828065795489430171</id><published>2008-12-01T15:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:18:53.692+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The circle goes on and on for everyday in my life for the holiday. I shall start studying - am i nuts? Neh I'm not! I definetly wont wanna fail my subjects next sem. It's just a pretty hectic sem for me this sem, since It's the first sem, and I probably havent get used to uni life. It sucks pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my circle of holiday starts by waking up at 12 noon - check facebook - tv - lunch/snack/maybe none - tv - dinner - tv/game - sleep (3am) - and the circle goes on and on and on, maybe it will end when I finally get back KL (since it's like a sin to wake up after 9am at home back in KL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty boring, and Leo's going back today. Too bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things to do during the holiday :&lt;br /&gt;1. watch as much series as possible&lt;br /&gt;2. play zoo tycoon- finish my ultimate 100 rating zoo&lt;br /&gt;3. play rollercoaster tycoon 3 - bought the game with a 1/2 price value in eb games. but the game is pretty hard, i fall a sleep a few times by watching the tutorials&lt;br /&gt;4. study my cell and division, and mind brain I for next sem.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping for cny!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Shift house, finish my contract stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, seems like a long list, but it's always shorter than those list to do for exam weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8828065795489430171?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8828065795489430171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8828065795489430171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8828065795489430171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8828065795489430171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/circle-goes-on-and-on-for-everyday-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6351985346017051864</id><published>2008-11-30T15:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:32:30.677+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Of Silence</title><content type='html'>You guys must be wondering what have I been doing for the past few days of holiday. To tell the truth, I did nothing, except lying on the bed, maybe sometimes I change the location of my laptop to my desk, while watching tvb series.&lt;br /&gt;I've bought the "speech of silence" 2 days ago at chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;This show is awesome, And I've only spent 2 days watching. Thumbs up for my self! *wee*&lt;br /&gt;Have to go out real soon for lunch, and I shall start cleaning my house, which was left undone for the past few weeks. It's a horror!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STIWe0J2gvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AW5FrdKRbiU/s1600-h/thespeechofsilence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STIWe0J2gvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AW5FrdKRbiU/s320/thespeechofsilence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274302832256123634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6351985346017051864?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6351985346017051864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6351985346017051864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6351985346017051864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6351985346017051864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/speech-of-silence.html' title='Speech Of Silence'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/STIWe0J2gvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AW5FrdKRbiU/s72-c/thespeechofsilence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-667710447142073673</id><published>2008-11-29T23:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:55:08.973+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate "fat put"- the round yam thing surrounded by chicken&lt;br /&gt;           fu yong omelet&lt;br /&gt;          and sambal kangkung!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN! Yeah, and I sort of talked to the waiter, and as we expected, from KL.&lt;br /&gt;Really felt embarrassed to go there anymore, but really can't resist the food. Compared to rice bar, I really love this place more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-667710447142073673?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/667710447142073673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=667710447142073673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/667710447142073673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/667710447142073673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-ate-fat-put-round-yam-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-7859506878682255912</id><published>2008-11-28T23:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:50:02.407+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia Movie @ Australia</title><content type='html'>For all of you out there, who thinks the movie Australia is boring, YOU ARE WRONG! I find it awesome, and I'm so buying the DVD to keep! Maybe gonna watch it for another time. I love it so much! A 3 hour movie, but with loads of climax, comedy. And it's so touching! And since we learned about aboriginals in HOI classes, gosh, these are like a real epic film where you can actually feel it and see it with your own eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SS_oDTsgn9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/XjosGpCBWCE/s1600-h/Australia_dave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SS_oDTsgn9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/XjosGpCBWCE/s320/Australia_dave.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273688832198352850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-7859506878682255912?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7859506878682255912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=7859506878682255912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7859506878682255912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7859506878682255912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/australia-movie-australia.html' title='Australia Movie @ Australia'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SS_oDTsgn9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/XjosGpCBWCE/s72-c/Australia_dave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5023461699587116910</id><published>2008-11-28T13:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:42:19.561+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I'm officially free</title><content type='html'>Yeah, free for now! at last, after a super big break in between my exams, and now I finished it. The paper was ok, except i didn't manage to finish the last quest, but still It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this new place that we are recently eating, called Taste of Asia. Was not bad, a real Malaysian cuisine, where you can eat like you are in Malaysia restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;Was super happy yesterday, cause I ate and finally ate sambal kangkung!!! and Fuyong omelet , GOSH, THEY ARE SO MY FAVOURITE FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;And they even sell claypot rice drop noodles, -haven't tried, but hopefully what I'm thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL DOZZ OF NOW, I NEED SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5023461699587116910?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5023461699587116910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5023461699587116910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5023461699587116910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5023461699587116910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-im-officially-free.html' title='Finally I&apos;m officially free'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-511806868437409693</id><published>2008-11-26T14:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:57:23.138+11:00</updated><title type='text'>West Lake @ Dimsum</title><content type='html'>Went for a brunch at west lake. Not the first time there, actually the second. Was ok, Not bad. Love the "wu kok" - fried yam thingie as usual. But to tell the truth, nothing special there. Still shark fin house is better. The siu mai and dumplings are sort of overcooked, sticky at the surface, but the taste is alright. There are loads of prawns, compared to dimsum in KL, of course these are better. Unfortunately, there are lesser varieties compared to shark fin house. But positively, you do not need to wait compared to shark fin house, no long ques and of course, you do not need to squeeze yourself in small tables.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still loving Chuai Herng Restaurant, the shanghai dumplings there are still incomparable!! AWESOME. Something that I must eat when I get back KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should really start studying, but my soft big bed is still tempting me. I'm so tired, maybe because I woke up early today. Alright, JULIA YOU SHOULD WAKE UP, AND STUDY, AND STAY STRONG! GO! GO! GO! DATA ANALYSIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown, 103 tutorial questions&lt;br /&gt;                    74 quick quizes&lt;br /&gt;                    2 past year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-511806868437409693?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/511806868437409693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=511806868437409693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/511806868437409693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/511806868437409693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/west-lake-dimsum.html' title='West Lake @ Dimsum'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3923816641748548505</id><published>2008-11-26T00:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:14:23.173+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantam of Solace &amp; Grill'd</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a 9.40pm movie. Late huh? And, to tell the truth, Quantam of Solace was not bad, even though we watched it cause we do not have any other movies to watch. And I love the theme song of 007!!&lt;br /&gt;And we had grill'd for dinner. Was the first time eating grill'd, and the chips are awesome!! The super thick chips, with oregano and herbs with herb mayo. Drilling. But honestly, I still feel edgeburger's super crunchy chips are better.&lt;br /&gt;But Grill'd burger are better, love the panini bun, and they are freaking healthy. I ate a caesar palace burger, and the size is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grill'd ratings, a 4/5 for the burgers, and it's really feeling.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME. GONNA HAVE THAT REAL SOON.&lt;br /&gt;*there's one right behind my house, maybe for lunch tomorrow then*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3923816641748548505?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3923816641748548505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3923816641748548505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3923816641748548505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3923816641748548505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/quantam-of-solace-grilld.html' title='Quantam of Solace &amp; Grill&apos;d'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8712555907379653120</id><published>2008-11-25T20:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:33:08.701+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep in my heart, I wanna sing. BUT I CANT SING THAT CERTAIN SONG. cause i promise not to ever sing after knowing the so called secret. GRHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8712555907379653120?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8712555907379653120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8712555907379653120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8712555907379653120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8712555907379653120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-in-my-heart-i-wanna-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-7600796213265812914</id><published>2008-11-25T19:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:48:38.295+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not fair</title><content type='html'>3 more days to my final last paper, and still I'm playing poker? Gosh, I should really start studying after a week of full break. Not to mention, I'm going for quantam of solace later. SHYT.  And life's really unfair, I'm "sort" of studying now, and damien, leo and Melissa already finished their final papers when I'm the one who started my exam weeks before them. IT'S JUST SO FARKING UNFAIR! grhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-7600796213265812914?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7600796213265812914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=7600796213265812914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7600796213265812914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7600796213265812914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-not-fair.html' title='Life is not fair'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5659570044469710466</id><published>2008-11-16T13:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:20:45.275+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't feel like studying psych. *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5659570044469710466?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5659570044469710466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5659570044469710466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5659570044469710466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5659570044469710466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-dont-feel-like-studying-psych.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-684758002871967008</id><published>2008-11-14T08:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:45:35.831+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a post</title><content type='html'>Finally, a break between my exams, not a huge break, but at least i get to sleep for a day or so. I'm just so freaking worn out. And my exams are in dead shit. First of all, Bio is hard, I managed to study, and I have to say that I wasted most time in my bio, while ignoring accounting. And yet, it's so farking hard. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;And Accounting was, all right, at least I get to balance my first question, and my bank reconciliation just can't balance! Damn you. And the paper is freaking long, and some of the questions just don't make sense. Sigh. Whatever. And now, i've got 3 days left to study my psych and after that a 2 weeks break till my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-684758002871967008?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/684758002871967008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=684758002871967008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/684758002871967008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/684758002871967008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-post.html' title='Finally, a post'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6086764433245567376</id><published>2008-10-28T00:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:06:50.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags</title><content type='html'>Finally sitting in front of the laptop table, after printing hundreds and hundreds pages of notes. And there are still hundreds to go. My next exam, which is my first exam in uni is in 2 weeks time. I mean exactly from now. I've got 14 days left, and what I've studied for Biology? NOTHING!! (probably a little, since my notes are all crummy and messy and ugly, it's just too fake to say that I've not been studying at all, but in the perspective of preparation for exams, it's just NOTHING!).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be flying back to KL around the 20th January, will be staying around 2 -3 weeks this time. I will see, if I get a flight here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I haven't been blogging, I have been tagged 3 times, twice by Leo and once by my brother. So, I'm going to answer all of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Leo And my brother&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm super lazy, I'll just copy the whole tag here. Gee, I'M TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Part One. - I'm doing this twice, since I'm tagged by Leo and my bro on the same post&lt;br /&gt;Leo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Father and Daughter? (not biological of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your five impressions towards him. &lt;div&gt;- he looks like a Malay (that's my first impression though..)&lt;br /&gt;-TALL&lt;br /&gt;-SUPER JACKER&lt;br /&gt;-nice, a good chef though (even if he claims that he don't cook at home)&lt;br /&gt;-smart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable thing he had done for you.&lt;br /&gt;-the scenario of bringing in Damien to Lincoln Square north (hiding him behind) and saying hi to me. THAT'S ONE OF MY MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he had said to you.&lt;br /&gt;"JULIA, YOU SUCK!!" (he says it like everyday and the conversation will go on the same every time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he become your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;noooo.. how can father and daughter have anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he become your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;NEH, I LOVE MY DADDY ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he become your lover, he has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;NO, AS I TOLD YOU, IT WILL NEVER EVER HAPPEN. I DON'T WANT A INNATE RELATIONSHIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he become your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;HE TAKE AWAY DAMIEN AND MAKE HIM GAY (and drink all his "mat tong" away and not leaving me anything XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on him is?&lt;br /&gt;Go tour together, probably a road trip !!! weee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of who he is?&lt;br /&gt;He's great, sensible, someone who talk about justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;AN EXTREMELY SPOILED "KID", FAT, SHORT AND NOISY. simply irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I don't know... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;I'm spoiled, extreme girlie (sometimes), a controlled shopaholic (I'M TRYING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?&lt;br /&gt;Myself? Everyone is possible to achieve what you want. Nothing is so perfect anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My brother's tag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  WE ARE BIOLOGICAL SIBBLINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Your five impressions towards him. &lt;div&gt;-EXTREMELY LAZY when comes to studying&lt;br /&gt;-Uncontrollable when it comes to gaming&lt;br /&gt;-Rebellious&lt;br /&gt;-Naive&lt;br /&gt;-TALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable thing he had done for you.&lt;br /&gt;-There are loads of them that I can't recall which is the most memorable ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he had said to you.&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU, I DON'T RECALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he become your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;NOOO, NO CLOSE RELATIONSHIP MARRIAGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he become your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;I will never make it happen, since we only fight for few hours at most. Furthermore, he's my sort of best friend since He's my first friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he become your lover, he has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;NO, AS I TOLD YOU, IT WILL NEVER EVER HAPPEN. I DON'T WANT A INNATE RELATIONSHIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he become your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;Neh, not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on him is?&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT SU ANN'S NAME LOUDLY IN FRONT OF HER OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of who he is?&lt;br /&gt;HE'S MY BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Question 11-14 are just repetitive, so not answering it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Part Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I used to smug back food home, and eat in the toilet (Primary school) XD&lt;br /&gt;2) I cut my own hair, and it turned out extremely ugly, and I threw my remaining hair in the wardrobe (standard 1)&lt;br /&gt;3) I bite fingernails&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm lack of Calciums ( my fingernail breaks off itself)&lt;br /&gt;5) I can stand and walk with my toes pointed&lt;br /&gt;6) I have tried not eating for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;7) I LOVE MOVIE CUPS!!! AND I COLLECTS THEM&lt;br /&gt;8) I used to think that I can control my dreams by clicking a specific area on my forehead&lt;br /&gt;9) I COOK ( at least I improved)&lt;br /&gt;10) I don't play barbie till I'm 10&lt;br /&gt;11) I got 1 mark for my first ever ad math monthly test in form 4 (THAT'S MY WORST EVER)&lt;br /&gt;12) slept on dog poo and pee before.(my dog peed on my bed, and pooed beside my pillow)&lt;br /&gt;13) Extremely love shopping. AND I CAN'T RESIST MY TEMPTATION ON FLOWERY DRESSES&lt;br /&gt;14) Love to eat her nose shit (i dunno what is it called) -NOT NOW. *when I was 5-7*&lt;br /&gt;15) I extremely hate LALA's and those typical Malaysians (who walk with their digs first), and I look down on certain people (I'M SO RACIST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I tag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;2. Ah Beng&lt;br /&gt;3. Erisha&lt;br /&gt;4. Szen&lt;br /&gt;5. Boon Teng&lt;br /&gt;6. Damien&lt;br /&gt;7. Melissa&lt;br /&gt;8. Darren&lt;br /&gt;9. Marvin&lt;br /&gt;10. Grandpa Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 2nd tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; Name: Julia Yu Qing Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 1&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 5.5 - 7 (depends)&lt;br /&gt;Height : 160cm, sometimes 162&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Melbourne (and sometimes in Kuala Lumpur)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: water? (I never crave for sweet drinks unless the weather is hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Bacon and Egg muffin&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane? YES !&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : I don't swim, cause I can't. And if wading around Port Dickson counts, yes!&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school : DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart: Yes, and I felt very guity for it&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : Yes, when I sat on a broken chair&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Yes, when someone promised to call me&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: NEVER UNLESS IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : messy, with loads and loads of clothes all around, and stacks of books and papers all around&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you: My phone, and laptop&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: my own fried black peppered udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: the last time i falled sick, 2 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: NEVER&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: Damien, when I dragged him and dance tango, just for the fun of it&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: Dawn Gleeson (my bio lecturer, was listening to ilecture, and she made a comment about who we can get married with)&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: Damien and my brother, for putting the scissors in the sink over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: I miss my parents&lt;br /&gt;Eat breakfast: Yes! I ate a nectarine and cabbage soup&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: Obviously&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: nope&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: Nope, but I tried giving him a offline message though. -BUT DAMIEN KNEW IT SO I'M NOT CHEATING ON HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: Putting my legs into a massage chair, right after a tiring and painful walk with high heels. AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: I'm loads of them, and they are all over my bed&lt;br /&gt;What’s under your bed: err, stuffed toys that dropped from the bed, clothes -which I threw around and carpets?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: I don't have a person that I really hate, but I do dislike people (not gonna mention)&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now? 1.41am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now : Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: 2&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: Yes, I really do wish to have a daughter, and dress her up like barbie dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: Erm, Always when I'm in the mood to smile?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: No comments, since I will not improve in it either. I just want my handwritting speed though.&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: Damiens, my brother's and my parents?&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: Red&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday? Chatting with andrew about the air ticket&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait till: I finally get what I wished for&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: Er, yesterday while listening to the song, This is my now, by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: I guess so&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: now? Yes, my sister back in KL&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: OUTSIDE IN THE LIVING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? Yes, definetly. If holding hands counts.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on? Few times, when my grandma just passed away, and I'm afraid of ghost, so I on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? Doing this thing?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? Yes, there was a window in my room back in Malaysia, and I used to sit outside the window when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? I guess so&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving? I forgive really quickly, which is good I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?: Mum when comes to anything, and Dad for allowance/permissions/anything I need - since my daddy is over protective on me.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? MY LAPTOP&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved? My family and my close friends and Damien? (I'm really afraid that I'll lose them someday)&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?: Sometimes, yes, and sometimes No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: Yup, I remember I cried because of what Damien's mum said about me.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? Damien, or I will just take a tram, and spend time shopping and walking around till I'm feeling better&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: Loud with my friends, but extremely quiet when I'm with strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;i) Barbie doll collection&lt;br /&gt;ii) Ballet and piano&lt;br /&gt;iii) stickers&lt;br /&gt;iv) sailormoon and doraemon&lt;br /&gt;v) videogame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;i) finish accounting revision&lt;br /&gt;ii) revise lab for bio&lt;br /&gt;iii) read data assignment&lt;br /&gt;iv) asian grocerries shopping&lt;br /&gt;v) print and bind my notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;i) potato chips!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ii) chocolates&lt;br /&gt;iii) Shrimp Cracker&lt;br /&gt;iv) Nano Nano&lt;br /&gt;v) Wan Wan Rice Cracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;i) LV, CHANELS, SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;ii) sponsor more kids (having little brothers and sisters are just so adorable)&lt;br /&gt;iii) save 3/4 of my money in fd, and use the interest&lt;br /&gt;iv) buy apartments and have a house with a walk in wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;v) I CANT THINK OF ANY, ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;i) extremely last minute works, especially exams&lt;br /&gt;ii) I bite fingernails&lt;br /&gt;iii) I cant control my diet&lt;br /&gt;iv) I give up easily&lt;br /&gt;v) I do not have strong wills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Leo, Damien, Andrew, Billy, and the Tunas&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/99094942511099897-6086764433245567376?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6086764433245567376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6086764433245567376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6086764433245567376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6086764433245567376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/10/tags.html' title='Tags'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5845865103617329414</id><published>2008-10-27T13:35:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:37:20.213+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Few random photos of what I've been doing for the past holiday, Nothing much, since daddy and mummy came for the 2nd week of holiday and the 1st week, I've probably been a couch potato at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 photos to lighten things out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFW-LNEpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xo2tMKdYdTY/s1600-h/damien8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFW-LNEpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xo2tMKdYdTY/s320/damien8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261688000601723538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFW4s_6cI/AAAAAAAAAhE/t5mn3wiW39s/s1600-h/pigpig2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFW4s_6cI/AAAAAAAAAhE/t5mn3wiW39s/s320/pigpig2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687999132854722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw this gratifies on my way back from ballarat. I find it pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFWh8RTSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3QCPXSkcjUk/s1600-h/DSC02012.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFWh8RTSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3QCPXSkcjUk/s320/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687993022893346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random photos in Ballarat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFV0-HKdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Tmi-DV1CTv4/s1600-h/DSC02009.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFV0-HKdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Tmi-DV1CTv4/s320/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687980951022034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFVYLUALI/AAAAAAAAAgs/53v0vCK_OjQ/s1600-h/DSC02005.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFVYLUALI/AAAAAAAAAgs/53v0vCK_OjQ/s320/DSC02005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687973221761202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU8BKo37eI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pw8eh3rO7mI/s1600-h/DSC02003.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU8BKo37eI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pw8eh3rO7mI/s320/DSC02003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261677730385620450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU8AbyvejI/AAAAAAAAAgc/J7SRLd-Pqr8/s1600-h/DSC01998.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU8AbyvejI/AAAAAAAAAgc/J7SRLd-Pqr8/s320/DSC01998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261677717810543154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU7_mm27tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Bxnfw7261cg/s1600-h/DSC01997.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU7_mm27tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Bxnfw7261cg/s320/DSC01997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261677703533620946" 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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU7_SuKDWI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5rRVXTw4egA/s1600-h/DSC01992.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU7_SuKDWI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5rRVXTw4egA/s320/DSC01992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261677698195524962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS JUST SO TRUE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU7-9vhBaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NW-7yZZ80nw/s1600-h/DSC01984.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU7-9vhBaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NW-7yZZ80nw/s320/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261677692564080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3oVVXUqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Ek4qO5UYljE/s1600-h/DSC01983.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3oVVXUqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Ek4qO5UYljE/s320/DSC01983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672905713341090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3oGMLOjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Q4SNd16RghY/s1600-h/DSC01978.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3oGMLOjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Q4SNd16RghY/s320/DSC01978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672901648267826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3nt1QMDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/WCdq6okLcDc/s1600-h/DSC01977.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3nt1QMDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/WCdq6okLcDc/s320/DSC01977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672895109673010" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3muoXnqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gxGyad3WRWo/s1600-h/DSC01976.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3muoXnqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gxGyad3WRWo/s320/DSC01976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672878144200354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love these masks. They are really expensive!! *100-200 dollars per piece*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3mL2i7lI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wjZbIlViwjA/s1600-h/DSC01973.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQU3mL2i7lI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wjZbIlViwjA/s320/DSC01973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672868808420946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwarBVJPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Y6gWQ_XNtq0/s1600-h/DSC01969.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwarBVJPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Y6gWQ_XNtq0/s320/DSC01969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664974435329266" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwZjwMJwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NI20or9i8zI/s1600-h/DSC01965.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwZjwMJwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NI20or9i8zI/s320/DSC01965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664955304519426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALAL ST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwY90ZA7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/HV_h3-nkU5w/s1600-h/DSC01950.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwY90ZA7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/HV_h3-nkU5w/s320/DSC01950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664945121592242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our blueberry apricot nectar cheesecake with super tick timtam chocolate base. AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwYgO1P1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/sewv6UTpEHQ/s1600-h/DSC01949.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwYgO1P1I/AAAAAAAAAe8/sewv6UTpEHQ/s320/DSC01949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664937179430738" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwYZwk1DI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZGZB5Aba2vE/s1600-h/DSC01939.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUwYZwk1DI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZGZB5Aba2vE/s320/DSC01939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664935441912882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the berries which looked like a bag of blood&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUty_f63LI/AAAAAAAAAes/81PAnHpn_Rc/s1600-h/DSC01938.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUty_f63LI/AAAAAAAAAes/81PAnHpn_Rc/s320/DSC01938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662093714316466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my living room aka leo's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtyWvfG0I/AAAAAAAAAek/9nKvNsUa404/s1600-h/DSC01935.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtyWvfG0I/AAAAAAAAAek/9nKvNsUa404/s320/DSC01935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662082773752642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cream that will not fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtw4HfAtI/AAAAAAAAAec/eoTUNQ0e10s/s1600-h/DSC01933.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtw4HfAtI/AAAAAAAAAec/eoTUNQ0e10s/s320/DSC01933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662057373041362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemon tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtwWVCxzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SkVlaM5LLX4/s1600-h/DSC01932.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtwWVCxzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SkVlaM5LLX4/s320/DSC01932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662048303105842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtv4wKF1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/6L0jM4wyEqA/s1600-h/DSC01931.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUtv4wKF1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/6L0jM4wyEqA/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662040363767634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they looked gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And random photos of trinity, GEE. I MISS THAT MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqmONLIAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iTptgTHUXmo/s1600-h/DSC00730.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqmONLIAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iTptgTHUXmo/s320/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658575789039618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valedictory with claudio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqlkDu1WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BjHMMufWVR4/s1600-h/DSC00532.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqlkDu1WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BjHMMufWVR4/s320/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658564475147618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met Claudio again at Lygon&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqlLAlqvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/flY8YSSBTg0/s1600-h/DSC00528.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqlLAlqvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/flY8YSSBTg0/s320/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658557751077618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Jo&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqkl8392I/AAAAAAAAAds/X1KNwKmifCs/s1600-h/DSC00526.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqkl8392I/AAAAAAAAAds/X1KNwKmifCs/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658547803387746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo is awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqkDyC1MI/AAAAAAAAAdk/t041vjAL4o8/s1600-h/DSC00323.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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQUqkDyC1MI/AAAAAAAAAdk/t041vjAL4o8/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658538631156930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Tamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's for all today, have to start studying. EXAM IN 2 WEEKS. I'M SO SCREWED!!!!!&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/99094942511099897-5845865103617329414?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5845865103617329414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5845865103617329414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5845865103617329414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5845865103617329414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/10/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SQVFW-LNEpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xo2tMKdYdTY/s72-c/damien8.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8187023590663869381</id><published>2008-10-21T22:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:37:58.924+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, a BIG SHOUT OUT FOR MY BELOVED, HUBBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *other than damien*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMBER YEAH SU SZEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY!! LOVE LOVES!!*MUACKS MUACKS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WILL LOVE YOU AS ALWAYS, AND WHEN I COME BACK, WE WILL PLAY WITH OUR PANTENES AS USUAL" *ah heem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget to bring that bitch and your girlfriend along. AND WE WILL HAVE A FOURSOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that perverted grandpa can come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news, not really a good news, but yet one of my highlights this year. My dad appeared on a local business magazine back in Malaysia. Which I've been waiting for a long time, and I mistook it as "the age" intead of "the edge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I laughed my ass out through-out the article*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, it's not funny at all. But since I'm his daughter, and knowing so much about him, i find it pretty hilarious with the editor's choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the taiwan educated Low" - Then will I be "the aussie educated Low"?&lt;br /&gt;"the new kid on the block"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged a link from the edge, 20th October 2008 edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theedgedaily.com/cms/content.jsp?id=com.tms.cms.article.Article_1d34be91-cb73c03a-687ea900-e0f981c0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I SHALL GO BACK AND WATCH MY MOONLIGHT RESONANCE.&lt;br /&gt;*tata*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M GETTING MY GASTRIC BACK. FARK. IT HURTS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8187023590663869381?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8187023590663869381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8187023590663869381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8187023590663869381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8187023590663869381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-news.html' title='Good News!!'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5220025777857960580</id><published>2008-09-23T17:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:04:20.534+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for the whole holiday. And sorry for not uploading any photos. Wanted to, but my camera is currently not with me. *SIGH* I WANT MY CAMERA BACK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past few days of holiday, my friends have been slumbering in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked, baked egg tarts &amp;amp; cookies, play games, watch tv series, DS, movies and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M FINALLY FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5220025777857960580?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5220025777857960580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5220025777857960580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5220025777857960580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5220025777857960580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3971114306449400296</id><published>2008-09-16T20:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:44:50.812+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Combat</title><content type='html'>Went gym just now. WOW. I'M TIRED. My heart beat is still beating. And my metabolism is still high now. Went for body combat, a type of boxing beat class. Have to admit, was fun, and was super extremely energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to dozz of soon. I'M TIRED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3971114306449400296?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3971114306449400296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3971114306449400296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3971114306449400296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3971114306449400296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/body-combat.html' title='Body Combat'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8300413520764078663</id><published>2008-09-15T21:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:44:17.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Conformity Experiment</title><content type='html'>Just finished about my essay yesterday about conformity, and we did conformity again in tut today. BUT IT WAS FUN! we did a conformity experiment. And we did it on the lift. OMG. IT WAS DAMN HILARIOUS. I WAS LAUGHING MY ASS OUT AFTER THIS EXPERIMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what happened was, we did a experiment as a group consisting of 4. And for another one, we did with the whole class, around 20 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, we are standing at a crowded place, in front of the bailieu library entrance, and we started to look at the sky right infront of the entrance. 20 people starting above the sky, and pointing our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do? Conform to us?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is what happened, all of the people who came out from the library turned and looked up. And some of them, actually turned, and look and stand there. OMG. You might think it sounds stupid, but people do conform. That's the truth, unless you are a psych graduate, and you know what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for our group designed experiment, we did the lift one, exactly like Milgrim's experiment. We started with 1 people in the lift, 2, 3 and 4. And we faced our back to instead of facing front. OMG. IT'S SO FUNNY TO ACTUALLY SEE PEOPLE TURNING THEIR BACK, AND CONFORMING TO US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ONE BOLD GUY ACTUALLY TURNED, AND HE FELT WEIRD, AND HE TURNED HIS BODY HALF WAY FACING THE BACK. *muahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted up the video, the exact experiment we did, and yeah it worked!!! *except the part on the hat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGo3OeVzSMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGo3OeVzSMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8300413520764078663?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8300413520764078663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8300413520764078663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8300413520764078663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8300413520764078663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/conformity-experiment.html' title='Conformity Experiment'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4998959891062577861</id><published>2008-09-14T23:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:02:13.163+10:00</updated><title type='text'>14.9.08</title><content type='html'>I FINISHED MY ESSAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSS!!! FINALLY!!! I'M FREE FOR 3 WEEKS. *WINK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOONCAKE FESTIVAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Celebrate mooncake festival yesterday. WAS FUN! Except the fact that I've to think about my essay while playing cho-di (some sort of cards). Anyway, the mooncakes are AWESOME! I would claim that I've never eaten such cute, tasty mooncakes in my whole lifetime. And the weird fact is I've found them in Melbourne. Anyway, will post the pictures soon, after getting them from leo. And I can't promise when. XD. I'M GONNA START GOING DANCE CLASSES, YAKITATE JAPAN AND ZOO TYCOON. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4998959891062577861?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4998959891062577861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4998959891062577861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4998959891062577861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4998959891062577861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/14908.html' title='14.9.08'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5522010812213359497</id><published>2008-09-13T22:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:15:39.194+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist, Rude Safeway Liquor Guy.</title><content type='html'>I was fucking pissed with the Safeway guy. I guess he was racist. Guess what happened today,&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mel, Damien and Leo went city and bought groceries for steamboat tonight, later on we went and bought some the liquors for tonight's moon cake festival celebration. Guess what, the cashier asked for our identification, OK FINE. Gave him our IDS. Student ID at first, he do not accept it. Obviously. Later on, took out our Malaysian IC, he looked at our age, and I can see he was counting our age in his brain, but guess what? Instead of letting us buy, he wanted to save his own pride for asking for our age, and messed with us, saying that our identification do not work here, and he need our Driver's licence, passport (wtf?) or Keycard (honestly, I haven't ever heard of it before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!!!! WTF!! YOU NEED PASSPORT TO BUY A 4% CHOCOLATE MOCHA? AND I'VE GAVE HIM ALL THE IDENTIFICATIONS I HAD, AND HE KNEW THAT I WAS 18. HE JUST DOESN'T WANT TO LET US BUY. I WAS FUCKING PISSED WITH HIM. FUCK OF YOU UGLY ROSS LOOKING INDIAN GUY (I'm not being racist, just to him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien told him that we have bought it all these while, and he should know, that to own credit cards we are obviously 18. We told him we are international students, so obviously we will not own any Australian IC and Australian driving licence. And who will ever bring his passport around? As in 24/7? Our student ID works as our identification! I should have asked him for his passport instead, since he's selling liquor, and he obviously don't look like a local, and no one will actually own a keycard. Isn't it worst to sell liquor to others when you don't even have identification for yourself? OMG. I GUESS SAFEWAY REALLY LOST LOADS OF BUSINESS DUE TO HIM. IF THE BOSS OF SAFEWAY EVERY READS MY BLOG WHICH I DOUBT IT, PLEASE TEACH YOUR EMPLOYEES. AND THEY ARE VERY RUDE!!! OBVIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calm down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we are obviously very pissed. Went back all the way home, and instead of buying liquor below my house, we took our passports, and went back all the way to safeway. Patiently waited for our tram, and took the 15 minutes tram. JUST FOR WHAT? JUST TO HOPE THAT GUY IS TILL WORKING, AND THROW OUR PASSPORT INFRONT OF HIM. PIFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into safeway liquor, and he can see us. OH WHATEVER. And I can still see our liquors behind the counter, with alot more other types of liquor. I can tell, he was being racist towards asian chinese. OK, I KNOW YOU ARE FUGLY, AND YOU CAN'T GET ANY GIRLS, DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO DO THAT TO US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to topic, we were que-ing, and a chinese couple infront of us bought beers. The guy paid his liquor, and he obviously look old enough. He ask him for ID, and he showed him his Driver's Licence with Working Permit Card. Guess what, I can see that the fellar wanted to play on the couple as well, but he went on speechless. And guess what happened, he asked for his girlfriend's ID. And she's not even the one paying. Ok, whatever, it's the law. The girl showed her student ID, AND WORST, HER STUDENT ID HAVE HER BIRTHDAY STATED ON IT. That fugly guy obviously would not let her go. And I can see that guy was fucking pissed. And they went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fine, it's our turn. He recognised us. And he went speechless. Asked for our ID. And I opened my bag, and threw out our passports on the table, with the face of * YOU REMEMBER ME? YOU RACIST!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even glance at our passports! He went speechless. And, later on, he open our cover, with a quick glance of lesser than 1 second. *Wonder what he can see with that, see I proved that he knew we are 18*. And we went off, and he did not ever apologize to us for his behavior. If I'm a lawyer, I'll see him in court. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although I'm still pissed, I still made him speechless. So, I should be happy with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5522010812213359497?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5522010812213359497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5522010812213359497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5522010812213359497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5522010812213359497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/racist-rude-safeway-liquor-guy.html' title='Racist, Rude Safeway Liquor Guy.'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3627613200818528486</id><published>2008-09-13T03:28:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:36:36.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>13.09.08</title><content type='html'>CONFORMITY? COMPLIANCE? OBEDIENCE? OH WHATEVER. I NEED FREEDOM. I'm currently stuck in my essay. I'm doing on question 1 which is about conformity. Conformity is a pretty interesting area of psychology. To think about it, I do wonder why I follow the norms of fashions. Have to put a thinking cap on my brain for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'VE ONLY WRITTEN 398 WORDS OUT OF 2000 in 3 hours time. Damn. I've to be quick.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I know you guys hate my songs, and I heard there's sort of imeem problem on the songs. But I promise you guys that I'll either delete the player or change the songs soon. Right after I finish my essay. Hopefully by tomorrow. XD&lt;br /&gt;(Alternatively, you can switch off your speaker/volume button)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3627613200818528486?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3627613200818528486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3627613200818528486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3627613200818528486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3627613200818528486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/conformity-compliance-obedience-oh.html' title='13.09.08'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-9015009323623229816</id><published>2008-09-12T22:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:47:56.637+10:00</updated><title type='text'>12.9.08</title><content type='html'>I'M DOING MY PSYCH ESSAY. AND HOPEFULLY I CAN FINISH BY TOMORROW. FARK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-9015009323623229816?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/9015009323623229816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=9015009323623229816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9015009323623229816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9015009323623229816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/12908.html' title='12.9.08'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5701477361806088395</id><published>2008-09-11T18:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:32:30.985+10:00</updated><title type='text'>11.9.2008</title><content type='html'>I'm currently blogging in the ICT building computer lab. UNFAIR!!! I DIDN'T KNEW THEY HAVE SUCH NICE BUILDINGS HERE. UNFAIR!!!  Damien and leo took informatics, so I have to come here and watch my yakitate japan. By the way, it's the first time I've stepped into this building since it's on the other side of the university, where honestly I haven't been here before.&lt;br /&gt;That's freaking unfair! I've been located into ugly buildings. Fine, psychology and biology both shared a same building, and it's the tallest building in the whole university, but who cares, it's the oldest, ugliest and dull building. OK, I'LL STOP COMPLAINING.&lt;br /&gt;Am too bored, and random in the ict building waiting for my anime to load. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5701477361806088395?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5701477361806088395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5701477361806088395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5701477361806088395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5701477361806088395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/1192008.html' title='11.9.2008'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-451889791000771567</id><published>2008-09-10T21:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:51:40.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>I guess I should start blogging, but I've got nothing to blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently having an red eye. Although it's getting better, yesterday was worst. The whole eye was red. Cause I did not sleep the night before to study for my bio. My bio exam went ok, actually I was quite satisfied with my marks. I GOT A 9.2!!! WEE!!XD. I have to claim that I'm lucky, cause I heard the questions are pretty hard for Francisca's class. Anyway, my bio lab did not went well. I guess. I've got 2 questions that i'm unsure for the lab test (we have lab test for every of our bio lab as assestment. *sigh*) And I did not get that high for my fly lab either, cause I understand the question wrongly and wrote other things on it. Was so sad when I see other people getting 10/10 when I've only got like 8.5?&lt;br /&gt;So, I've finally finished all my exams, and I've got 4 more days and my essay will due. FARK! I HAVENT STARTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Any idea what is a grey pen? My ang moh lab partner asked me for a grey pen, and I got blur. She must be thinking I'm dumb. Anyway, grey pen means lead pencil. It took me so long to find out she was looking for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-451889791000771567?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/451889791000771567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=451889791000771567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/451889791000771567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/451889791000771567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-13240258261081153</id><published>2008-09-07T02:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:39:00.729+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary school life</title><content type='html'>Have been reading a post on my friend's blog, and it somehow drift me away thinking about my primary school teachers. Honestly, my primary school memories somehow leave a deep dark scar deep in my heart. No offense. First of all, the teachers. Most of them are great, but somehow, a few of them, seldom leads me feeling depressed. Not about what I did. I was a great, quiet, well behaved student back in primary school. Back to the point, some of my teachers have favoritism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should say most of the teachers have favoritism. I guess that's not the negative part. The point is, they gave unfair treatment towards other students by protecting their own relatives/their colleague's child. These favoritism happened to me since I was in standard 1. Well the battle started when I have a classmate (not going to mention) X who is a niece of Y(she's some sort of a high ranked teacher). Z who was my class teacher is a good friend of Y. So I guess you can roughly know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, It isn't that simple. In primary school particularly standard 1, where you are not divided into the intellectual classes or normal classes, we are all mixed around. Teachers tends to judge student according to their attitudes/behaviors in class, physical outlooks and particularly handwriting. Gee. During standard 1, since I was trained since 2 years old in childcare, my handwriting was considered as one of the best ones in class. And the conflicts started here. My teacher Z, who was begged by Y to promote X as the class monitor comes into dilemma. Obviously, I think I was the better one (gosh i'm so proud of myself), Z chose me as the class monitor and X as the deputy. Gee. Obviously X and Y got so angry at that moment. (I got these sources from X lately) And the worst part, they planned with Z that whenever I do a single mistake, I'll be fired. Gee. How can they do such things to a primary school kid? And isn't teachers supposed to be fair, justice, and now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVOURITISM?&lt;/span&gt; Gosh. How the hell are you going to teach kids when you are showing such attitudes. Wanting us to celebrate teachers day to remember your DEEDS? Gee. Ok, Calm down. Back to the story, My job as a class monitor was stabil til once, when I was not feeling well. And obviously, since I was so fainty, my handwrittings tends to be abit messy. I mean just a little. (Since my mum checked my work, and she couldn't even notice the differences between the normal worksheets. Gee.) Z wacked me with the 1meter ruler in front of the whole class when we are lining up for class causing me to cry. Thinking back, I was like what the hell? What's wrong when I wrote a little messier than usual, and I was wacked? when the teacher doesn't usually wack other people? Shouldn't they give special consideration for sick kids? Gee. I should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE SUED HER!&lt;/span&gt; If I was smarter back then, when I know about child abuse. And the worst thing, she called my mum and told her that I'll be fired if I do another mistake. Obviously, She was having a prejudice against me, and I can see Y AND X smilling when I was crying across the room. Gee. They are evil. And how can I ever forgive for what they did last time? I really don't understand myself. Am I naive? I couldn't even differentiate between evil and good. Thinking back, I was seldom bullied in class, and usually I hang out with the quiet ones. Since, X is a popular girl (everyone will not bully her since she was a niece of Y), she backstab me with the other kids in order to get supports. Gee. I really don't know what she was thinking back then. Did I do anything wrong to you? What I remembered was, She was a pretty looking girl with black hairbands sitting beside me on the first day of school. OK whatever, the story doesn't end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In standard 2 (Year2), terrible things happened.&lt;br /&gt;X as protected as usual, ended up as a bully (not really). Well, I guess I can put her as the main character in Mean Girls, with a gang of friends who are backstabbers. Well, what they did was this to me. X stole my favourite pencil box, Which I felt that she was stupid and dumb at that moment. Gee. There was a pencil ink mark all over the pencil case, and she denied that it was her new one. Who will ever buy a expensive pencil box, I mean&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; USED PENCIL BOX.&lt;/span&gt; You think our parents really allowed us to do that? Wasting money on a used junk? Gee. Obviously she stole mine along with my rubbish on my desk. Well, back then, I took bus home, so I usually left my books in my desk. For what I remembered, I left my pencil box at school for break, along with a bunch of textbooks and colouring books. And yeah, I found her using my colouring book and my textbooks with my name on it. She insisted that she wrote my name on it for fun. GEE. Being alone at that moment, I was paniced and sad. I searched for help and evidence around the class. AND I ACTUALLY FOUND A FEW FRIENDS OF MINE, WHO CAUGHT HER STEALING. BUT THEY HELPED HER INSTEAD. WHY? CAUSE SHE'S A NIECE OF Y AND EVERYBODY IS SCARED THAT THEY MIGHT GET IN TROUBLE. I went up to my classteacher, and told her about it. Obviously, she would not make it as a big thing. If that happened to normal ordinary kids, I guess they might be punished in front of the whole school. But that's not what happened to her. Instead, my teacher told me that I must be accusing her. WTF! So I cried, cried and cried. Till my eyes are sore, told my parents, AND OBVIOUSLY MY PARENTS ARE REALLY ANGRY. You si beh think my parents are no one in the world? Ok, well maybe they are not that big in school, but anyway, anyhow they are more educated than all the teachers in the entire school (since most of them are secondary graduates). Gee. So my mum went to the school the next day with my dad. Talked to my classteacher. At that moment, my classteacher was terrified with my dad. OBVIOUSLY. And she apologized to me, and X gave me back my pencil case and was really terrified that my parents will see Y and tell her about it. Gee. My parents gave her a chance that time, stating that she should not bully me anymore. But I guess, she was really scared of my parent till now? (Wasn't really close with her till now). But those apologies only lasted for a few days I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, X maintained as a black name in my family till now. Not that I still hated her, I'm neutral. For all the things that she have done to me, I've only remembered 2 out of trillions of them. My dad still mentions her name, but I seldom ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suddenly remembered another event during standard 6. The teacher was not married (I guess most of you understand what I meant). Gee. She was a great teacher, I do respect her. But once, I guess she see things differently sometimes. She made me and my whole group of friends stand somewhere(don't remember it clearly), till even the teachers are curious of what happened to us. Many of them asked her why she punished us, but none of them found out the answers. Gee. The main reason that she punished us was that we hold hands with each other (note, we are all girls) when she asked us questions. And it was recess. I guess It was normal for primary school girls to hold each other hands during recess. Gee. We are all still under development. During that age, obviously we are normal to hate guys, and tend to stick around with the same gender (Except few, that are mature enough for that stage). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: After learning so many things, I soon found out that what we learned during primary school are not really that trustable. For example, I remembered clearly a failed experiment which is OBVIOUSLY SUPPOSED TO BE A SUCCESS. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;That teacher, was so called the head of the science department and one of the best science teacher in my school. What he did was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;We used the blue and red litmus paper to experiment between neutral, acid and bases. My teacher insisted us on bringing oyster sauce, salt, sugar, and lemon (I remembered it clearly since I poured the whole oyster sauce in my bag, and my textbooks are fulled with oyster sauce. yuck). And the funny part is that we put the litmus papers on a dry surface of salt &amp;amp; sugar. GEE. OBVIOUSLY IT WILL FAIL. Even a secondary school student will know that we can only do it in liquids. GEE.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: The story above is not meant to jack anyone. Was just a reflection of my life which NOT MUCH PEOPLE KNOW IT IN MY LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-13240258261081153?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/13240258261081153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=13240258261081153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/13240258261081153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/13240258261081153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/primary-school-life.html' title='Primary school life'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2397082789892947283</id><published>2008-09-07T01:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:38:30.745+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>I PROMISE MYSELF THAT I MUST STUDY BIOLOGY AND START DOING PSYCHOLOGY ESSAY SOON!!! I MEAN NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2397082789892947283?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2397082789892947283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2397082789892947283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2397082789892947283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2397082789892947283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6123142508433319883</id><published>2008-09-05T23:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:34:42.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Andrew!!</title><content type='html'>Before I forget, A BIG SHOUT OUT FOR ANDREW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY. And you are finally no longer 18.&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/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SME0ygLQjNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/PTrHBSOYHzE/s1600-h/n548340241_876365_1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SME0ygLQjNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/PTrHBSOYHzE/s320/n548340241_876365_1911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242529483471228114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is a portrait of him. (Obviously he's not that old. It's drama exam.)&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/99094942511099897-6123142508433319883?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6123142508433319883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6123142508433319883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6123142508433319883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6123142508433319883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-andrew.html' title='Happy Birthday Andrew!!'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SME0ygLQjNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/PTrHBSOYHzE/s72-c/n548340241_876365_1911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-7284809157587523546</id><published>2008-09-05T22:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:20:44.214+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosh Week &amp; Tags</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna get bored of my imeem soon. Thanks to Leo and Damien, to keep playing the songs over and over again for the whole night. Have to think for alternatives. I really don't want to hate the mamma mia soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Have been tagged by a friend of mine, Leo (OA) for this psychology/behaviour/attitude test. OH whatever. Some of them sounds like me, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. To be honest, I don't want to have those attitudes/behavior. But it do sounds interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not be as kind as Leo for tagging those interested. Instead, I'm tagging a few buddies of mine. Just to know what you guys are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure most of you have seen this before, if you read leo's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Damien Kong (OBVIOUSLY, I'll be interested. I want you to blog XD)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ming Zid -If he's reading. Haven't heard anything from him lately. I do miss Grandma&lt;br /&gt;3. Kong Jun Beng - Since you are so free. And so keen in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;4. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;5. The tunas. (The ham saps must do this!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine (no cheating)&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;You are in a deep deep forest... as you walk on you saw an old hut standing there... my answer in []&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 19.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:FZShuiZhu-M08T;"&gt;1)What is the status of the door? (Opened/Closed)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [opened]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 19.2pt;"&gt;2)You enter the hut and see a table... What is the shape of the table? (Round/Oval/Square/Rectangle/Triangle)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [Round]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 19.2pt;"&gt;3) On top of the table, there is a vase... in the vase there is water. How much water is it filled up with? (Full/Half/Empty) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Half]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4)And What is the vase made of? (Glass/Procelain/Clay/Metal/Plastic/Wood) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Glass]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)You walk out of the hut... as you carry on your walk in the forest... you see a waterfall from far... there is water running down... What is the speed of the water? (number 1 to 10) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Some time after the waterfall... you step on something hard on the ground... as you lookdown... you saw glistening gold in colour. You bend down and pick it up... It is a keychain chained with keys... How many key/keys you see hanging on the keychain? (number 1 to 10)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)You walk on and on... trying to find you way out... suddenly you see a castle. What is the condition of the castle? (Old/New) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[New]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You enter the castle and saw a pool of murky water with shining jewels floating on it.. Will you pick up the jewel? (Yes/No)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [NO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Next to the murky pool, there is another pool... with clear water and money floating on it... Wil you pic the money? (Yes/No) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[No]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Walking to the end of the castle, there is an exit... you proceed to walk out of castle. Outside the exit, there is a big garden, you see a box on the ground. What is the size of the box? (Small/Medium/Big) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Medium]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)What is the material of the box? (cardboard/paper/wooden/metal)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [Wooden]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)There is a bridge in the garden some distance away from the box. What is the bridge made of? (metal/wooden/rattan) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Metal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Across the bridge, there is a horse. What is the colour of the hourse? (White/Grey/Brown/Black)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [White]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)What is the horse doing? (still and quite/nibbling grass/running about) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[still and quite]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)OH NO!!! There is a tornado coming... some distance from the horse. You have 3 options:&lt;br /&gt;(i) run and hide in the box&lt;br /&gt;(ii)run and hide under the bridge&lt;br /&gt;(iii)run to the horse, ride on and gallop away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[run to the horse, ride on and gallop away]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the interpretations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)opened door - you are a person who is willing to share&lt;br /&gt;closed door- you are a person whi is keeping things to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Round/Oval Table - any friends that came along, you will accept and trust them completely&lt;br /&gt;Square/Rectangle - you are abit more choosy on friends and only hang out with those wom you think are on the same frequency&lt;br /&gt;Triangle - you are really very very picky about friends and there are not many friends in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Empty Vase - your life is not fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Half filled - What you want in your life is half fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Full - you life is completely fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Glass/Clay/Porcelain vase - you are weak in your life and tends to be fragile&lt;br /&gt;metal/plastic/wood - you are strong in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Flow of waterfall:&lt;br /&gt;0 - no sex drive at all&lt;br /&gt;1~4 - low sex drive&lt;br /&gt;5- average sex drive&lt;br /&gt;6~9 - high sex drive&lt;br /&gt;10 - Cant live without sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)1 key - you have one good friend in your life&lt;br /&gt;2~5 - you have a few good friends in your life&lt;br /&gt;6~10 - you have a lot of good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Old Castle - shows that your last relationship is not a good one and is not memorably to you&lt;br /&gt;New Castle - your last relationship is good and still fresh in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Take the jewel - you flirt around when your partnet is around you&lt;br /&gt;Dont Take - you stick around your partner when your partner is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Take Money - you flirt around when your partner is not around&lt;br /&gt;Dont Take - you still think of your partner and be loyal wen your partner is not around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)small box - low ego&lt;br /&gt;medium box - average ego&lt;br /&gt;big box - high ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Cardboard/Paper/Wooden - humble personality&lt;br /&gt;Metal - pround and stuck up personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Metail Bridge - very strong bond with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Wooden Bridge - average bond with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Rattan Bridge - you are not in good terms with your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) White Horse - your partner is pure and good in heart&lt;br /&gt;Grey/Brown - your partner is only average in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Black - your partner doesn't seem to be in your heart and appears to be a bad sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)horse is still and quiet/nibbling grass - your partner is very homely and humble person&lt;br /&gt;horse is runing about - your partner is a wild type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)This the last but most important part of the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From how i ended the story... a tornado approaches... What are you going to do? There are only 3 options;&lt;br /&gt;(i)run and hide in the box&lt;br /&gt;(ii)run and hide under the bridge&lt;br /&gt;(iii)run to the hourse, ride on and gallop away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tornado - problems in your life&lt;br /&gt;box - you&lt;br /&gt;bridge - your friends&lt;br /&gt;horse - your partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)So if you choose the box, you keep your problems to yourself whenever you are met with problems.&lt;br /&gt;ii)or if you choose the bridge, you will go to your friends whenever you are met problems.&lt;br /&gt;iii)or lastly if you choose the horse, you seek your partner whenever your partner whenever you are met with problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My entire tag was coppied from Leo's blog. (www.mychaptersoflife.blogspot.com) With permission of course (u think i plagarize meh). Anyway, I pitied Leo for typing the entire post from his email, and I just copied it. Gee..&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Some of the quiz do reflects my personality, but obviously not all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prosh Week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosh Week have been a tradition in my current university(Melbourne). To be exact, it will be held for a duration of approximately 7 days during mid august. Anyway, that's not the point. As a first year asian student that have not be exposed to these activities, I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, prosh week started with the cover of the school weekly magazine.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SMEuwccRNbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dfyUnrZMoEw/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SMEuwccRNbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dfyUnrZMoEw/s320/DSC01345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242522851039327666" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SMEuwl-vn8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_qeOFMeFTu4/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SMEuwl-vn8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_qeOFMeFTu4/s320/DSC01346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242522853599846338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! You are absolutely right. They are students from my uni, and they are running nakedly just to get the Prosh week trophy. (And it's taken right in front of Bailieu Library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the worst part yet.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from my friends, that during some of the lectures, there are naked men and women running inside the lecture hall. Fark! I wanna see! I was having my damn biology lab during that time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a guy, singing in my Biology Lecture. Gosh. He was really funny. Everyone was laughing their ass out during that moment. GEE.&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/99094942511099897-7284809157587523546?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7284809157587523546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=7284809157587523546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7284809157587523546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7284809157587523546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/prosh-week-tags.html' title='Prosh Week &amp; Tags'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SMEuwccRNbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/dfyUnrZMoEw/s72-c/DSC01345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3683889535973676235</id><published>2008-09-04T01:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:28:30.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Week</title><content type='html'>Just to notify, I will not be blogging that recent now. I will be having my mid semester exam. Sigh. Will be having my data analysis test later. Biology exam next Tuesday and my Psychology Essay due in 1 and half weeks time. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3683889535973676235?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3683889535973676235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3683889535973676235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3683889535973676235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3683889535973676235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5206310769996627276</id><published>2008-09-01T22:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:42:45.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mummy!</title><content type='html'>I've been not feeling well lately. Due to my sickness and of course the side effect of the pill. The pills are great, since I did not felt hungry for the whole day. However, since the pill functions to suppress my appetite and to boost my energy and metabolism, I certainly felt shaky and lack of energy. Maybe they have all been burned and I've not been eating enough calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Just wanna wish my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 47th Birthday !!! (OPPSSS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum's being so cute today. Anyway, she have always been my bestfriend. Not those that I'll share secrets about my love life, who I have crushes on and so on (That's definitely not a mum and daughter topic). She definitely does other things that I do with my friends, and even more intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short convo with my mum today (SMS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mummy!! Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Where's my present? (GOSH, she's so straight forward)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er.. I'll get u a dummies guide for computer for elderly. *haha*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Oh, Not bad. Don't have big fish, a small prawn is good enough. (WTF. I know she's expecting/hinting LV Bags from me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: But where's my bd present? I want a trade. (Gee. since I've not been home, and I was undecided for my birthday present, I havent get any this year)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want loads of new clothes!! I NEED SHOPPING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Have you lost your belly? (WTF!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, they are still as big as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: How can you expect new clothes when your belly are still there. They will be as ugly as ever. (WTF!!! PURE CHA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I DONT CARE, I WANT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I want to see you lose your belly first. (GRHHH. geram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not reply here after that, since I was busy cooking. Went on speechless.&lt;br /&gt;But did you get it? That's the way I sms with my mum. And sometimes that's our conversation line. Not to say I did not respect her. But we are always cha-ing and jacking each other with words.&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit my mum is really a cool mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why my mum is so cool? (No offence, I do think my mum is different than other parents that I know, and she's definitely way different than my dad - although she's the older one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mum have always been open minded. (Not as in she sleep with guys or club or whatsoever). She does accept facts, and cultural differences. And the best thing of all, she even listens to the latest musics on radios (And she's the one introducing me new songs, which I certainly felt more outdated than my mum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mum hates oldies. I definitely don't know why she can stand my dad's obsession about Bee Gees, Teresa Teng and Beyond. Best of all, she adores Lee Hom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have the same fashion sense as my mum. Not as in we buy the same clothes. She do dress according to her age, but not those Auntie clothes that can be found in the night market. She shops with me in MNG, Zara, Guess and Topshop. Excepts, she do love clothes from Dorothy Perkins, and I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mum reads my story books. Not those childish books, but we do share magazines and fictions (since I read adult books, and she's an adult, so it cancel off anyway). Oh yeah, she read my fashion magazines! WEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I counsell my mum. Whenever she's depressed. And I do call her whenever I feel like. Cause she do understands me. Not like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MY MUM IS PRETTY AND HOT!!!  GOSH!!  I definitly wish I'm half as pretty as my mum. Even now, she have guys that courts her in her office. And some of them even asked her out for movies - they thought she's single since she looked like her 30's. I've heard loads of love story from my aunt about how people chase her and stuffs. AND I DO MEAN LOADS OF GUYS. According to my aunt, she was like the prettiest in their whole village&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kampung)&lt;/span&gt;. *JAWS OPEN WIDE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she do have weakness. For example, she don't know how to function the internet properly. At least, she do know how to use the normal computer functions. I guess internets are just too high tech for her. If she does know how to function the internet, I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my conclusion today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!! YOU ARE THE BEST MUM EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;Considering she cooks well, she sews, wash, clean, garden, etc. NOT TO MENTION, her academics are good. Her jobs are all highly ranked before she quit to take care of me and my brother. She's a superwoman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5206310769996627276?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5206310769996627276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5206310769996627276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5206310769996627276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5206310769996627276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-mummy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mummy!'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4729363458299149801</id><published>2008-09-01T17:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:06:44.372+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Misnamed</title><content type='html'>For a moment, I do felt I'm dumb and stupid. I've found out that I've been calling wrong names at wrong things (Maybe it's a problem on how I categorize stuffs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started calling (multiple times of mistakes which have been corrected by others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Eastern (the asian grocery) as Great Ocean Road (tourist spot of Melbourne)&lt;br /&gt;- *faint*( and I recalled it in my brain as great ocean road when I was typing great eastern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Cage as Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;- I went Borders today to search for The Notebook, and I started typing on the searching machine for Nicholas Cage (duh, obviously my search results returned zero). And I did the mistake another time when I was exclaiming my happiness of buying 'the wedding by nicholas sparks' for just $9.95 when the original price was at $22.90. And of course, Damien corrected me by laughing at my naive/stupid mistakes. He was like "Oh, you wanna read Nicholas Cage? I didn't know he was an author"*with a sacarstic tone* - GEE YOU GUYS ARE EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I don't know why I've started using the word Gee. And I'm definitely not a Goose/Geek/ whatever. It's just uncontrollable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4729363458299149801?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4729363458299149801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4729363458299149801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4729363458299149801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4729363458299149801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/misnamed.html' title='Misnamed'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6791024341600148928</id><published>2008-08-31T15:12:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:38:00.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Boring Sunday</title><content type='html'>Summary of what I did on a normal Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up not long ago, ate my left over nasi lemaks for brunch. And started copying down the sample solution for accounting in LMS (gee. should have printed it). I have to finish my assignment by 6pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom of sitting in front of my laptop thinking of how to do accounting assignment. Called mum, and she's in Malacca (her hometown). Gee. Talked to her, grandma, my dearest cousy (Li ling), and my another 2 aunts. DAMN. My cousin told me that I've got ang moh slangs. I was like. WTF! Anyway, daddy did not talk to me since he's busy with his mah jong with my uncles and grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! YAHOO!!! I finally finished my accounting assignment. I know I took 4 hours. WHATEVER. I can finally step out from the house, and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished bathing. Went out for dinner at Dumpling Plus. Ate loads of stuffs. 'Thanks' to my brother. Lol. Three of us are undecided, so we ended up ordering all three different types of dumplings, wanton and meatballs instead of choosing one. Ended up, we are all full, and our stomach are bursting soon.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Sunday Grocery shopping at Laguana and Safeway. *gee* I was really tempted with the mooncakes. I will get it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big shout out for the Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY MERDEKA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gee* Since when am I so patriotic? But still I'm pretty jealoused since you guys got a 1 day holiday. Life's unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still loads of things for me to catch up in uni. Although I've always been busy, yet my homework and assignments are loaded up week by week. *Gee*&lt;br /&gt;The works are always unfinished. Take note:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; UNI IS DEFINITELY DIFFERENT THAN COLLEGES! *GEE* A BIG NOTICE FOR THOSE WHO CLAIMS COLLEGE IS WAY HARDER THAN UNI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed with those college students saying these to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, you uni definitely more relaxed than me. You guys only have 12 hours per week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers to them:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, those 12 hours per week are just for commerce students. AND yet some commerce students have up to 16 hours per week. I have fucking 20 hours per week. Besides, in uni, we have loads of assignments, and the extra hours break in between are not even enough for our self revisions and homeworks. AND NOT TO MENTION THAT OUR NOTES BY LECTURES ARE DEFINETLY NOT COMPLETE. For example, In my psychology classes, each of the notes are just 1/10 of the materials needed for exams. *GEE*. Sometimes I felt life in college is really way easier than uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a big list of things to complete this week. (Let's see whether I can complete it by the end of the week)&lt;br /&gt;1. Data Analysis Lab test revision ( I've to revise everything by thursday)&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish psychology essay by Sunday&lt;br /&gt;3. Revise Lecture 1-Lecture 12 (Genetics) - Exam next week. Damn&lt;br /&gt;4. Accounting Decision Making (Wed Due)&lt;br /&gt;5. Accounting Skill Builder, Tut questions and Horngren (Wed Due)&lt;br /&gt;6. Social Psychology and QM readings (Due Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;7. Biology ILT4 Due Friday&lt;br /&gt;8. Biology Lab Preparation (Fark. I hate this the MOST!!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Complete file-ing all my notes (They are so messed up)&lt;br /&gt;10. Finish psychology 3 hours participation research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. So many things to do. Yet so little time. I'm so fucked Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6791024341600148928?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6791024341600148928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6791024341600148928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6791024341600148928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6791024341600148928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-boring-sunday.html' title='Another Boring Sunday'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1099768407672031982</id><published>2008-08-30T17:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:35:13.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my blogs</title><content type='html'>Gee. Damn. Fark. Shyt. *PISS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read my old blogs. And they are really farking hilarious. All these while, I thought I'm a decent, mature girl. DAMN. By looking back at those old post, I felt I was really stupid, bimbo, lala. Oh whatever you can think of. The number 1 lala &amp;amp; Bimbo IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, All my old post are craps. Those fancy hand writings, with different sizes of font on each words, and fancy colours on each lines. GEE. THEY ARE DISGUSTING. I wonder what was I thinking that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, why my friends ever read my blogs, and they don't felt disgusted at that moment. I guess, we are all growing up at the same stage. And now, looking at our recent blogs, they are so different and it grew according to our ages.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. I still hated my old post. Piff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Not the missyjulia blog. But the old xanga blog and friendster. (Not gonna put it here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1099768407672031982?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1099768407672031982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1099768407672031982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1099768407672031982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1099768407672031982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-my-blogs.html' title='I hate my blogs'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-7451352735235789387</id><published>2008-08-30T16:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:33:18.421+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyt.</title><content type='html'>SHYT!!! I've got Accounting assignment due-ing this Monday. And i haven't started anything!&lt;br /&gt;Have to finish it by tonight. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-7451352735235789387?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7451352735235789387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=7451352735235789387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7451352735235789387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/7451352735235789387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/shyt.html' title='Shyt.'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6087825960499239927</id><published>2008-08-30T04:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:14:01.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertorial and updates</title><content type='html'>Advertorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky!! It's a BIRD! It's a aeroplane! NO!!! It's SUPERMAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A HIGHLY RECOMMENDED BLOG FOR THOSE WHO LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN SUPERMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.troubledbutsafe.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogger: Kong Jun Beng (also known as Ah Beng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features: How to get 10/10 in Drama Performance&lt;br /&gt;                 How to be the TOP AH BENG in Melbourne, and now KL (UPGRADED SKILLS)&lt;br /&gt;                 Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. I 'll stop the nonsense. It's just a notification for those who haven't get the news that Ah Beng is finally blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know find out the latest news on Ah Beng, click on www.troubledbutsafe.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyLeft" title="Align Left" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Just to update on my last post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Leo, the reason he said I'm going to cry is not because of the salty pork or what so ever. The main reason, is because he hide my anniversary ring (take not, it's not a wedding ring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending my whole night updating my blog skin, my eyes are finally tired and dry. It's BEDTIME NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: It's already 4.29 am and I'm still not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Damien is snooring very loudly beside me and DAMN!!! DAMIEN'S BROTHER DID NOT BRING A GIRL BACK. Instead he brought a guy back (it's his bestfriend and he's definetly not gay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PPS: GEE. I wonder what will happened if he read my blog. I'll be so dead. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6087825960499239927?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6087825960499239927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6087825960499239927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6087825960499239927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6087825960499239927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/advertorial-and-updates.html' title='Advertorial and updates'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8209709881325285658</id><published>2008-08-29T20:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:38:36.395+10:00</updated><title type='text'>29.8.2008 - ii</title><content type='html'>Guess what,&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;I FAILED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very disappointed. According to Leo, Julia's going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my fried pork is too salty. Probably too much of beancurds / the uneven amount of kentucky flours. Since Kentucky flours are already salty. But if you don't mind salty food, it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;Leo and Damien helped me on the frying process. A BIG THANK YOU for saving my life on time. Since I was nearly dying, with the hot oil splashing here and there. And it nearly went into my eyes. GOSH. I NEED A FRYING MACHINE (I'll put it in my wish list).&lt;br /&gt;I'll try this out another time soon, I will prove that I'm not a princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8209709881325285658?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8209709881325285658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8209709881325285658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8209709881325285658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8209709881325285658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/2982008-ii.html' title='29.8.2008 - ii'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3850578966959583734</id><published>2008-08-29T16:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:34:17.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>29.8.2008</title><content type='html'>I should be studying now. It's Friday afternoon, and I'm alone again. I skipped my data analysis lecture again this morning. Was too lazy for the 10 o'clock morning class. I've bought some fat blaster pills that are supposed to boost my energy and fats. Lets just see whether it works this time. Have to really stick with my diet this time, as Daddy and Mummy are coming over to Melbourne in just 1 month time. I'm dead. There are just so many things that I wish to do after I get slim down. The main reason, is for a big surprise for dad and mum. Since they complained so much about my outlook, I don't think that I'm exactly that fat, but I do wish I'm smaller. Thinking about diet, I've started binge, and all sort of diets since I'm standard 6. I guess. Ever since I stopped ballet, I've started to eat. As in REALLY EAT. My ballet teacher have got a strict diet on us since I was 3 ( and yeah, ever since I'm a baby). Not allowed to eat fried chicken, oily food, and what so ever. I stayed thin for my entire primary school, but it stopped when I was standard 6. Everything changed. I started eating out of control, especially those tempting fried chicken. I have to admit, I was stupid that time. Innocent, probably knowing too little knowledge about chicken fats. And my stupid, irresponsible, money minded school canteen staff sold me fried chicken necks. And I bought it. GOD ! IT'S FULL WITH ESTROGEN! CHICKEN NECK IS THE PART WHERE THE INJECTIONS ARE INJECTED AND THEY HAVE THE MOST ESTROGENS! I was so happy that time with the fried chicken neck, duh, It's full of skin, And that's the best part of fried chicken after all ( U have to give consideration to me, I'm after all a girl, that have only eaten limited fried food and finally I was free from those).  And that's the way I get my boobs. GOD! I just want them to shrink. I'm really regreting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the story. I've bought those pills, and started green tea diet. Have checked on the net, and It's a really healthy diet, as it burns fat, and I can prevent cancers. Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still recommending Cabbage soup diet. How I wish I can stick with  it, but i cant. Not because of the will. I'm supposed to stick for 7 days. But on the 5th day, I've given up. It's just too awful to even think about cabbage anymore. YUCK. Try eating for a week. And you will understand what I meant. The good news is I've lost 2kgs in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cooking today. Cooking, but not eating. DUH. Cooked for Damien and my brother. See, I'm such a responsible sister and girlfriend. Damien called his mum to ask about the recipe for Hakka fried pork. But it's like, his mum did not tell me anything exact also. I've to figure out the real amount myself. And she's like looking down on me. Not only her, my mum does that to me also. Why is everyone treating me this way? I KNOW EVERYONE'S THINKING THAT I'M A PRINCESS. AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COOK. ETC. ETC. BUT TAKE NOTE, I'LL PROVE THAT I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later. And tell you how it taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I read my old blog. And it's so fun!!! OMG. I didn't know I was so childish, innocent, lala. And,  I didnt knew I passed by my adolescence, and I do changed alot now. I was reading it yesterday, when I suddenly remembered I wrote on the friendster blog before.&lt;br /&gt;PPS :  I read damien's blog too. And I got so jealoused. DUH. He have got so many exes. And he called 'sayang' (darling in malay) on another girl, which is not his ex. GRHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3850578966959583734?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3850578966959583734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3850578966959583734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3850578966959583734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3850578966959583734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-should-be-studying-now.html' title='29.8.2008'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-9059290312632930533</id><published>2008-08-17T20:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:02:00.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Isn't that satisfying</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging recently. Have been dreaming lots of plans to decorate the blog, and obviously I chose to wait for everything to become perfectly fine- only I will blog. Duh, That's always me. Having lots of plans, and canceling them of from my wish list one by one when time comes. AND By the end of time, I'LL END UP DOING THE LAST MINUTE SATISFACTORY JOBS.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, What I did today? Basically nothing. It's just a ordinary, yet normal boring un-interesting day of life. Started my cabbage soup diet today, and of course I've to REALLY REALLY STICK TO MY PLAN THIS TIME. Having lots of day-dreams recently, NOT GONNA TELL U WHAT IT IS THOUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-9059290312632930533?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/9059290312632930533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=9059290312632930533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9059290312632930533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9059290312632930533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-isnt-that-satisfying.html' title='Life Isn&apos;t that satisfying'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-8731426371654902029</id><published>2008-07-04T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:02:52.585+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my Luck</title><content type='html'>Named this post Just my luck according to the movie by Lindsay Lohan. My luck just started to change. A little better I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my medical check up today. And guess what, I got to pee!!! YEAH! I was so worried that I will stuck in the toilet waiting for my pee. BUT I GOT IT! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what's so happy with pee? Just to get the pee, I've got my sacrifisation. I drank lots of water just to purchase and produce them. I gained a total of 4 kgs just to pee. I drank around 12 big bottles of water. Wow, my body is really full of water. I was so heavy when I weighted. That was the fucked up part of the medical checkup. Luckily my weight got back to normal after i peed. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met my old medical check up doctor again. And he is as old as he is. DUH. Those Aqualitas Doctors should be old and kind. (duh). And to my surprise. My urine pee thing changed from yellow to pink. I was like wtf. To be positive that thing supposed to change to blue. There are three boxed there, which I myself have got no clues at all what they stand for. The nurse got so curious, since she doesn't know what pink stands for either. For that moment, I was thinking hard. I thought I've got some kind of serious medical injuries/ diabetes/ watever. Thinking I'll die soon, and my visa will get undone. Then up to my relieve, the nurse took out the bottle. There are a cart of color identifying different types of disease. Guess what, the nurse ask me whether I'm having my menstruation. I was like. " erm, how did u know it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, pink stands for period, there must be some sort of blood in my urinalysis. Or maybe there are different hormones during Period. (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, chatted with Leo and Damien. We played with the characters in facebook for friends and DC Comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to my surprise, I'VE GOT BATMAN!!! WTF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia the Batman&lt;br /&gt;Damien the Wonder Woman&lt;br /&gt;Leo the superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. EVERYTHIGN IS SO MESSED UP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-8731426371654902029?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8731426371654902029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=8731426371654902029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8731426371654902029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/8731426371654902029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my Luck'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2554334199163398889</id><published>2008-07-03T22:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:16:48.834+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>Currently having a daily fight with Damien about the meaning of ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;According to Damien, it's a exaggerated version of OMG. But i think it's meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convo I had with Damien, with him trying to explain the meaning of ZOMG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;put into slang only&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG!&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;zo my god&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;then got another one&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;zomgwtf&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;eh no&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;zomgwtfbbq&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;then super extreme wan&lt;br /&gt;   Dαмιєи  ټ says:&lt;br /&gt;zomgwtfbbqsex&lt;/blockquote&gt;ERM.. So u got it? Neh. I'm blur. SEE, IT'S USELESS TO PUT SUCH EXAGGERATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MY DAD MADE ME CRY YESTERDAY. Was so pissed off with him.&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid thing he did to me to this holiday. He spoiled my only holiday plan left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the stupidest reason in the world to cancel off my plan to Kluang. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, my mum had to call my aunt to cancel the trip. WTF. And now, she used my name instead of my dad's reason to cancel the trip. Saying i need to do my visa and stuffs. WTF. I've already done my e-visa! And worst, my medical checkup is tomorrow. IT'S NOTHING RELATED TO THE TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STUCKED AT HOME WITH A BUNCH OF PSYCHIC PEOPLE. GOD. HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2554334199163398889?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2554334199163398889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2554334199163398889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2554334199163398889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2554334199163398889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/07/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-4405280460625351666</id><published>2008-07-01T23:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:42:05.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Nothing is worst than these series of episodes happening on me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm sick ( SICK as in terribly sick) and I'm going to faint soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. My pc is lagging ( worst than usual)&lt;br /&gt;3. There is problem with the visa thing. So I've to delay my medical checkup to thursday.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to take extra glucose and sugar today. MY DIET IS OFFICIALLY BROKEN BECAUSE      I'M SICK. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;5. I realised I'm the most irritating, selfish girlfriend in the world. If you want me, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. And I can't even sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-4405280460625351666?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4405280460625351666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=4405280460625351666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4405280460625351666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/4405280460625351666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/07/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-6501835035762043503</id><published>2008-07-01T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:52:49.321+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLOG IS DEAD</title><content type='html'>I've got to yell out the only thing in my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH, MY BLOG IS SO DEAD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, i wrote this post to prevent myself from killing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too lazy to blog, and finally decided to write (due to leo's inspiration) a little itsy bits of nonsense here.&lt;br /&gt;Have got too much happenings going on these days, so i decided to list out in point forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I'm back in KL. ( It's supposed to sound depressing, instead of the usual I'M BACK IN KL!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SUCKED AT HOME 24/7 DUE TO DAD'S OVER PROTECTIVENESS&lt;/span&gt;. (That's the only reason I hate coming back here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  - the fact that all of you should know, my dad is a over protective dad. Quoted from Andrew, " You are a Golden Child".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of the over protective things he does to me (which I'm sure most of my friends have more to say than these):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not allowed to date till I'm 21&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not allowed to go out after 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;3. No dinners with friends&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not allowed to sit my friend's car only on certain circumstances (eg. darren &amp;amp; marvin's driving and only if i'm fetched by a trustable adult driver)&lt;br /&gt;5. No trips with friends&lt;br /&gt;6. No mamaks&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not allowed to go out with friends which I have not mentioned to him before (including my close friends in trinity. wtf)&lt;br /&gt;8. You must sleep at 9.30pm ( and i'm breaking it everyday)&lt;br /&gt;9. I must answer his phone calls even I'm sleeping&lt;br /&gt;  - for once, he drove home and scold me when I was sleeping till 11am. wtf&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm not allowed to dress up. Only normal fashions (eg. t-shirts with skirt accompanied by leggings/ t-shirts with jeans).&lt;br /&gt;  - He assumes that dresses are for parties. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BIGGEST NOTE HERE, I'M NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR ANYTHING WHICH IS SEXUALLY APPEALING&lt;/span&gt; ( eg. heels with dress/skirt, cleavage reveals, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY DAD EXPECTS ME TO BE IN HIS&lt;/span&gt; 70s/80s fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You are not allowed to pierce, tattoo and keep long nails.&lt;br /&gt;12. You are not allowed to sit roller coasters in times square/genting (due to the economical problems of these companies)&lt;br /&gt;13. You are not allowed to take cabs even if accompanied by friends in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* THE ONLY RULES THAT I CAN THINK OF NOW, I'M SURE THEY ARE MORE OF THEM WHICH I CANT SEEMS TO THINK OF NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. We went for a trip to Ballarat. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S SUPERB FUN!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I'm missing Melbourne desperately and I'll be back this 15th!! Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Dad's project is launching this 20th July. Dad seems to want me to stay for the launch. Should I or shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. I'm graduated from trinity, and I've got accepted to University of Melbourne. Seems like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKIE THING&lt;/span&gt; for me. Not a superb highlighted moment of mine now. Maybe it's such a outdated news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. I've got my longchamp bag! YEAH! And I'm in love with topshop! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH THEY ARE PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Everyone's saying I'm fat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M IRRITATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. I need a hairdo. I need to cut my hair. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH. MY PERM IS IN SUCH TERRIBLE MESS. AND I LOOKED LIKE SOME AUNTIE FROM THE WET MARKET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you my life isnt that interesting. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M STUCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-6501835035762043503?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6501835035762043503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=6501835035762043503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6501835035762043503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/6501835035762043503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blog-is-dead.html' title='MY BLOG IS DEAD'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-3364358193207074649</id><published>2008-05-31T00:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:07:25.829+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I 'm gonna miss trinity</title><content type='html'>After munching my double whooper, I've realized this is how I end my Trinity Life. I finished my final paper today, and right after that I've to proceed to my Valedictory Celebration. Not to mention, I've got 2 nights of sleeplessness due to my psychology paper. I'm so tired, yet I've managed to boost my energies for valedictory. Was taking photos throughout the whole valedictory, not to mention, sitting with my twin, Esther (of course we camwhore). Everyone of us, looked different. I swear to God that I'm shocked to see such drastic changes on all of my friends. From me-myself, according to damien, I've changed from a tomboyish short red hair girl, to a "woman" (quoted from Liz), Damien looked like a big red clown with red tie, Mel looked like a real formal office lady with a LV Bag (is that formal enough?), Andrew with his coat and tie, Leo whom looked like a "siu yeh chai"(translated; rich guy) &amp;amp; Ming Zid &amp;amp; Ah Beng (looking alike, with coat and tie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in trinity looked amazingly pretty + smart. My friends from China -who doesn't really dress up normally changed amazingly pretty. According to Mel, they looked like "going to ball".&lt;br /&gt;And for a fact, most of the girls wore dresses from Supre and Pilgrim. Not to mention, I'm one of them. I wore a dress from Pilgrim (got it from Myers) and a jewel shoe from Nine West.  I've shopped and panic-ed for the last few days looking for my dress. I wanted something not revealing + simple + doesnt look anything like prom. And after a few hours of shopping around Marc Jacobs, MNG, Supre, Pilgrim, Kookai, David Jones and Myers. I've found something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna so miss trinity, I love you guys so much! AND, I really didn't know this 1 year have been such a memorable year for me. Remembering the times when I just stepped in Melbourne alone. I've came all the way here from Kuala Lumpur ALONE! Sleeping with towels on the first night, and got my first ever friend in trinity the next day. Walking alone down the city with a map (gosh, I'm such a noob) looking for BIG W, with my Malaysian slang. Learning to be independent, open a bank account myself, manage my rents, bills, cook.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at that big list, I've realised I've done so many things that I won't be able to learn back in KL if I'm still studying there. A though time that I've been through which need a lot of courage &amp;amp; I've learned to value the value of friends. Friends which are with me for the past 1 year, going to lectures, sleep in lectures, playing and smashing my whole house, hatting clubs yet not to mention our though time studying the nights together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, I've got so much memories here. AND I'm going to miss all of you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-3364358193207074649?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3364358193207074649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=3364358193207074649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3364358193207074649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/3364358193207074649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-m-gonna-miss-trinity.html' title='I &apos;m gonna miss trinity'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5965388707558570651</id><published>2008-05-05T23:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:48:03.547+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Sadness</title><content type='html'>And yeah, I'm emo again today. Haven't been blogging lately, and I won't blog much till the end of my exams. I'm getting pretty stressed up these days. Oh lord, why did I only apply for 1 uni?&lt;br /&gt;Not to say to score, I'm not even confident myself.&lt;br /&gt;The literature questions are shit up, I've got a few periods to read for my final HOI exam, My chem - which I don't understand at all, 2 books of Math (tired), and psych (my only favourite subject and yet it's killing me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama exam is this coming Saturday. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I 've got no confidence at all, acting as a beggar. Do I even LOOKED like a beggar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My buddies (the tunas), I missed your so much. I just want to get back home, and get my hugs. It's so emotional staying aboard. I just wanted to get back home this moment. Shopping true heartedly. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I NEED SHOPPING TO CURE MY HEART. I haven't been SHOPPING for months! (Gosh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5965388707558570651?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5965388707558570651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5965388707558570651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5965388707558570651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5965388707558570651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-of-sadness.html' title='Art of Sadness'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-2567545799855198617</id><published>2008-04-23T20:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:31:12.934+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla bla bla</title><content type='html'>I'm really lazy recently. Skipping 3 tuts this week, HAIH. Hoping felicity won't call me about my poor attendance. I really do not have reasons to crack out to her when she sees me.&lt;br /&gt;Why did u skip your class? Erm.. I wanted to sleep? And she probably will kick me out of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing much interesting lately, except I'm really drama-ing. And I'm supposed to train my voice to a high pitched old lady beggar by this friday. How impossible is that. I still sound like a parrot. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HELP ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I've got a new gadget again this week. Unfortunately, it's not pink nor red. It's a black motorola V9. Got it as a replacement since my LG spoiled. &amp;amp; please stop being jealous there. There isn't much thing to be jealoused except when I'm holding a reality iphone. Neh that won't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Uploaded 126 Photos:&lt;br /&gt;Our last chem lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vTQBnF3I/AAAAAAAAARA/cT9a4zQjYpk/s1600-h/n770798181_514829_5078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vTQBnF3I/AAAAAAAAARA/cT9a4zQjYpk/s320/n770798181_514829_5078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192420903147214706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vTwBnF4I/AAAAAAAAARI/VlKjOXTJCbk/s1600-h/n770798181_514833_6203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vTwBnF4I/AAAAAAAAARI/VlKjOXTJCbk/s320/n770798181_514833_6203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192420911737149314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the differences on ah beng's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vUABnF5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/mV_ROGtT_qM/s1600-h/n770798181_514834_6484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vUABnF5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/mV_ROGtT_qM/s320/n770798181_514834_6484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192420916032116626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vUQBnF6I/AAAAAAAAARY/IcivtJTcdPs/s1600-h/n770798181_514835_6766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vUQBnF6I/AAAAAAAAARY/IcivtJTcdPs/s320/n770798181_514835_6766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192420920327083938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vUgBnF7I/AAAAAAAAARg/k1bL6t2OSQw/s1600-h/n770798181_514836_7062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vUgBnF7I/AAAAAAAAARg/k1bL6t2OSQw/s320/n770798181_514836_7062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192420924622051250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class of us with Cate (my chem tut &amp;amp;lec +my mentor) and Bill (Chem lab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner at Waterfront, Crowne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to celebrate at waterfront for my birthday. But the dinner turned out so unpleasant &amp;amp; expensive. The portions given here are really small.&lt;br /&gt;Just have have a look with the photos. :) I guess the moments we enjoyed most is the camwhore session. My camera died, So the photos are taken by Leo (Daddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZABnFzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wpBQPe1bMy8/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZABnFzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wpBQPe1bMy8/s320/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419902419834674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicious and pretty cakes in Greeco. The place used to be referred as "see cake place" by Damien's Brother. Wanna know why? Ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZgBnF0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HvBGVjTS21U/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZgBnF0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HvBGVjTS21U/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419911009769282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZgBnF1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/4GxV9V9LNoQ/s1600-h/n744451723_522555_5672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZgBnF1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/4GxV9V9LNoQ/s320/n744451723_522555_5672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419911009769298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy looked like a sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZwBnF2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9l31srVaUMc/s1600-h/n744451723_522570_1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8uZwBnF2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9l31srVaUMc/s320/n744451723_522570_1143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419915304736610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of waterfront&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ttgBnFuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QXxfJPpmszY/s1600-h/n744451723_522458_91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ttgBnFuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QXxfJPpmszY/s320/n744451723_522458_91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419155095525090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ttwBnFvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MvDSzVjPnVk/s1600-h/n744451723_522473_5249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ttwBnFvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MvDSzVjPnVk/s320/n744451723_522473_5249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419159390492402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tuABnFwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-xYVZeI38ZY/s1600-h/n744451723_522526_6805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tuABnFwI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-xYVZeI38ZY/s320/n744451723_522526_6805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419163685459714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the expensive bill. and got a BIG SHOCK. neh, it was expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tvABnFxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9iWjdfaUor8/s1600-h/n744451723_522532_8529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tvABnFxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9iWjdfaUor8/s320/n744451723_522532_8529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419180865328914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew with his "how lian" looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tSgBnFpI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3L6arx2SIr4/s1600-h/n744451723_522449_7163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tSgBnFpI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3L6arx2SIr4/s320/n744451723_522449_7163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192418691239057042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "SEE, SUPERMAN CAN SMILE"&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Good you noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTQBnFqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3rWf1BcqDfs/s1600-h/n744451723_522452_8135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTQBnFqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3rWf1BcqDfs/s320/n744451723_522452_8135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192418704123958946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Ok, this time I'll think of some new poses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTQBnFrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/e2rLYSrx2ks/s1600-h/n744451723_522453_8457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTQBnFrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/e2rLYSrx2ks/s320/n744451723_522453_8457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192418704123958962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neh, I got better poses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTQBnFsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c12ln-VUWMo/s1600-h/n744451723_522455_9116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTQBnFsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c12ln-VUWMo/s320/n744451723_522455_9116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192418704123958978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cheh, You can I cannot is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTgBnFtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nKMoIo35-FU/s1600-h/n744451723_522457_9770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8tTgBnFtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nKMoIo35-FU/s320/n744451723_522457_9770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192418708418926290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fight! I'm the best, I got long hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sPgBnFkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p_8vj-dB4ts/s1600-h/n744451723_522432_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sPgBnFkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p_8vj-dB4ts/s320/n744451723_522432_1811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192417540187821634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhoring with Leo. See, my PINK camera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sPwBnFlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZQHN1upUCDs/s1600-h/n744451723_522441_4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sPwBnFlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZQHN1upUCDs/s320/n744451723_522441_4622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192417544482788946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sPwBnFmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K7lvPNHBPOg/s1600-h/n744451723_522446_6196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sPwBnFmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K7lvPNHBPOg/s320/n744451723_522446_6196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192417544482788962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are your all looking at me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sQABnFnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CpF1I-0uPPQ/s1600-h/n744451723_522447_6517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sQABnFnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CpF1I-0uPPQ/s320/n744451723_522447_6517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192417548777756274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One trying to act cute, and one trying to act lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sQABnFoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/P0N8XAG7YHg/s1600-h/n744451723_522448_6841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8sQABnFoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/P0N8XAG7YHg/s320/n744451723_522448_6841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192417548777756290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien looked blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8rZgBnFfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/U2UQeiDDzcY/s1600-h/n744451723_522421_8542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8rZgBnFfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/U2UQeiDDzcY/s320/n744451723_522421_8542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192416612474885618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's Food: Satay Sauce with Queensland Prawns (Sth like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8rZwBnFgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JTI2cANQWes/s1600-h/n744451723_522423_9135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8rZwBnFgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JTI2cANQWes/s320/n744451723_522423_9135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192416616769852930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grilled Salmon with baked potatoes and salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8raABnFhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JL-43fxfiCE/s1600-h/n744451723_522429_907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8raABnFhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JL-43fxfiCE/s320/n744451723_522429_907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192416621064820242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo's Scallops and ducks which cost 40 bucks. + finished in 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8raABnFiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7d8ofB0khpE/s1600-h/n744451723_522426_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8raABnFiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7d8ofB0khpE/s320/n744451723_522426_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192416621064820258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng's prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlABnFbI/AAAAAAAAANg/aECknoy_Toc/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlABnFbI/AAAAAAAAANg/aECknoy_Toc/s320/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192415710531753394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlQBnFcI/AAAAAAAAANo/IN1eCsmSCi8/s1600-h/n744451723_522416_7126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlQBnFcI/AAAAAAAAANo/IN1eCsmSCi8/s320/n744451723_522416_7126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192415714826720706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's garlic prawns + finished in 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlgBnFdI/AAAAAAAAANw/tX7JuypbZIk/s1600-h/n744451723_522417_7424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlgBnFdI/AAAAAAAAANw/tX7JuypbZIk/s320/n744451723_522417_7424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192415719121688018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlgBnFeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/x0WToXSAMSM/s1600-h/n744451723_522418_7695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8qlgBnFeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/x0WToXSAMSM/s320/n744451723_522418_7695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192415719121688034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's rib eye. It's the most worthy meal compared to all of us. DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ptgBnFVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uO-oEfXgqAY/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ptgBnFVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uO-oEfXgqAY/s320/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192414757049013586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Melbourne City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ptwBnFWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FBy5mLP6_mg/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ptwBnFWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FBy5mLP6_mg/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192414761343980898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the free bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8puQBnFXI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZtFOoP6WhFI/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8puQBnFXI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZtFOoP6WhFI/s320/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192414769933915506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8pugBnFYI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y8moRFHGrTM/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8pugBnFYI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y8moRFHGrTM/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192414774228882818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8puwBnFZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JXGlsxYj17s/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8puwBnFZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JXGlsxYj17s/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192414778523850130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n9wBnFQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2SZ8jiETNmw/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n9wBnFQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2SZ8jiETNmw/s320/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192412837198632194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've got for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n-QBnFRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/si6n_awYwgY/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n-QBnFRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/si6n_awYwgY/s320/DSC00183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192412845788566802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flour + milk + chocolate + whipped cream + lemonade sodas. GRHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n-gBnFSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dhR8gFDXDa4/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n-gBnFSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dhR8gFDXDa4/s320/DSC00184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192412850083534114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n_ABnFTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/B14DM-Xnxcs/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n_ABnFTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/B14DM-Xnxcs/s320/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192412858673468722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n_QBnFUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G3Bv-ZEti4Y/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8n_QBnFUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G3Bv-ZEti4Y/s320/DSC00186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192412862968436034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8kggBnFLI/AAAAAAAAALg/Y47xbL-zzaI/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8kggBnFLI/AAAAAAAAALg/Y47xbL-zzaI/s320/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192409036152575154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY JUICY CHARM! A real juicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8khABnFMI/AAAAAAAAALo/xa0dml5-VI0/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8khABnFMI/AAAAAAAAALo/xa0dml5-VI0/s320/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192409044742509762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8khgBnFNI/AAAAAAAAALw/yCF2gD7NgY4/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8khgBnFNI/AAAAAAAAALw/yCF2gD7NgY4/s320/DSC00171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192409053332444370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8khwBnFOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ff9D40QC_k0/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8khwBnFOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ff9D40QC_k0/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192409057627411682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8kiABnFPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kCQ3hVcWHvQ/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8kiABnFPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kCQ3hVcWHvQ/s320/DSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192409061922378994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Juicy Bracelet. Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esther's BD Party: Partyworld, melbourne central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8i_QBnFJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ORb4jne3iio/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8i_QBnFJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ORb4jne3iio/s320/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192407365410296978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my display picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8i_gBnFKI/AAAAAAAAALY/QLFsz_klOy8/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8i_gBnFKI/AAAAAAAAALY/QLFsz_klOy8/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192407369705264290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate my looks, Cause i'm ugly. But love the curls. I want those curls! ( unfortunatly i only have those after i woke up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8iBgBnFII/AAAAAAAAALI/WaP6fmuipf4/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8iBgBnFII/AAAAAAAAALI/WaP6fmuipf4/s320/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192406304553374850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damien and andrew gaying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hqQBnFDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YJ6Qx_6FFoc/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hqQBnFDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YJ6Qx_6FFoc/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192405905121416242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hqgBnFEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KtPmRu7iilo/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hqgBnFEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KtPmRu7iilo/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192405909416383554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng and the " bell thing"&lt;br /&gt;PS: forgot what is it called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hrABnFFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7SUQhbN3ezs/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hrABnFFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7SUQhbN3ezs/s320/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192405918006318162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kacaulah ah beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hrQBnFGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A1QcM8-Jb9g/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hrQBnFGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A1QcM8-Jb9g/s320/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192405922301285474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking up the skies. Andrew looked drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hrwBnFHI/AAAAAAAAALA/_ejQck6hISU/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8hrwBnFHI/AAAAAAAAALA/_ejQck6hISU/s320/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192405930891220082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down. Erm, to where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gYABnE-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cVZ91Q6GNNA/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gYABnE-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cVZ91Q6GNNA/s320/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192404492077175778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are posing, but they looked more like.. Erm, drunked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gYQBnE_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uWb7_3nLUO8/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gYQBnE_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uWb7_3nLUO8/s320/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192404496372143090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gYgBnFAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4b01immTy8k/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gYgBnFAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4b01immTy8k/s320/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192404500667110402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gZABnFBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3JBGrwUpEZs/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gZABnFBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3JBGrwUpEZs/s320/DSC00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192404509257045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of them trying to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gZQBnFCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gx3_M-g-GYc/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8gZQBnFCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gx3_M-g-GYc/s320/DSC00096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192404513552012322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WaABnE5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fFEWl5oYTeA/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WaABnE5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fFEWl5oYTeA/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192393531320636306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther's BD Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WaQBnE6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Oym_sOjHwMw/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WaQBnE6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Oym_sOjHwMw/s320/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192393535615603618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi, esther and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WagBnE7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/WStI3SJ-gfI/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WagBnE7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/WStI3SJ-gfI/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192393539910570930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WbABnE8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ghamGnpBDSQ/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WbABnE8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ghamGnpBDSQ/s320/DSC00083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192393548500505538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my twin esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WbQBnE9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Doiiw6xO-U0/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8WbQBnE9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Doiiw6xO-U0/s320/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192393552795472850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of them argue-ing which song to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U6QBnE0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/JstASa0igHA/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U6QBnE0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/JstASa0igHA/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192391886348161858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng cheng cheng cheng! Here comes Ah Beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U6wBnE1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9NDEaQbnkWQ/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U6wBnE1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9NDEaQbnkWQ/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192391894938096466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U7ABnE2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/o2qx_My0vOE/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U7ABnE2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/o2qx_My0vOE/s320/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192391899233063778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They missed out Lidya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U7QBnE3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/-IHJVSPcLSY/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U7QBnE3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/-IHJVSPcLSY/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192391903528031090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U7wBnE4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/kxc90LNpQ20/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8U7wBnE4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/kxc90LNpQ20/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192391912117965698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TVQBnEvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NC3T8Hy-vp0/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TVQBnEvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NC3T8Hy-vp0/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192390151181374194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TVgBnEwI/AAAAAAAAAII/uCnwBJ0gHDo/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TVgBnEwI/AAAAAAAAAII/uCnwBJ0gHDo/s320/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192390155476341506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther jangan show ketiak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TWABnExI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b7oK8nQv8bo/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TWABnExI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b7oK8nQv8bo/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192390164066276114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lidya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TWgBnEyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LpnAHsdtd7c/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TWgBnEyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LpnAHsdtd7c/s320/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192390172656210722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TXABnEzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WKF0WK5ZyGg/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8TXABnEzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WKF0WK5ZyGg/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192390181246145330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8RNQBnEqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rKwyXoR4Bq4/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8RNQBnEqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rKwyXoR4Bq4/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192387814719165090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8RNgBnErI/AAAAAAAAAHg/v4axn9IgmJY/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8RNgBnErI/AAAAAAAAAHg/v4axn9IgmJY/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192387819014132402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ROABnEsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lM99OjkglCg/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ROABnEsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lM99OjkglCg/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192387827604067010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ROQBnEtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IzwdksYkSKs/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ROQBnEtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IzwdksYkSKs/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192387831899034322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's dumplings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ROwBnEuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K8z2IXAuH94/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8ROwBnEuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K8z2IXAuH94/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192387840488968930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCABnElI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XDzL_ygdwhU/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCABnElI/AAAAAAAAAGw/XDzL_ygdwhU/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192386521934008914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCQBnEmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MDP5tdYEHoI/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCQBnEmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MDP5tdYEHoI/s320/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192386526228976226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCgBnEnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v3aqTw8Uznw/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCgBnEnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v3aqTw8Uznw/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192386530523943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCwBnEoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k8Lqs1Z9YwI/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QCwBnEoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k8Lqs1Z9YwI/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192386534818910850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QDABnEpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06viCyjPlW4/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8QDABnEpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06viCyjPlW4/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192386539113878162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NZgBnEgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8Mabj7mo7mg/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NZgBnEgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8Mabj7mo7mg/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192383627126051330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NaABnEhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hQxo8PvjsMk/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NaABnEhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hQxo8PvjsMk/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192383635715985938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NaQBnEiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ERQYiLwQ_8o/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NaQBnEiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ERQYiLwQ_8o/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192383640010953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NagBnEjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sbZkfIyazXs/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NagBnEjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sbZkfIyazXs/s320/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192383644305920562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NawBnEkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/v2B6t0IosME/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8NawBnEkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/v2B6t0IosME/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192383648600887874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBABnEbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kgU7ettPpwM/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBABnEbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kgU7ettPpwM/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192382106707628466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBQBnEcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/snM2JldsnIc/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBQBnEcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/snM2JldsnIc/s320/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192382111002595778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBgBnEdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cwqZR1UtonA/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBgBnEdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cwqZR1UtonA/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192382115297563090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gays walking home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBwBnEeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n4XJ8WnunSs/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MBwBnEeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n4XJ8WnunSs/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192382119592530402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, show u my 'handsome' face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MCABnEfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ifQ7q0p2v7k/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8MCABnEfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ifQ7q0p2v7k/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192382123887497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too lazy to even describe the photos. Am so freaking tired of uploading these photos. WTF. Blogger is so slow + college square connection sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-2567545799855198617?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2567545799855198617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=2567545799855198617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2567545799855198617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/2567545799855198617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Bla bla bla'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SA8vTQBnF3I/AAAAAAAAARA/cT9a4zQjYpk/s72-c/n770798181_514829_5078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1382608451365064095</id><published>2008-04-21T00:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:56:22.832+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead things comes alive</title><content type='html'>My phone comes back alive! After a permanent comma. I'm just so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I've got pranked. Their revenges on me on my birthday. The worst prank ever in my life. I've got to walk back up to damien's place to bath, since it's the nearest. And, I'm full with diet sodas + wholemeal flour + chocolate syrups + expired milk + whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who passed by the street looked at me, and of course those people eating in rice bar + norsiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the saddening stuffs, I've got my presents from Damien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a authentic Juicy! Am flying in heaven now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Juicy Charm and a Juicy Bracelet. Yeah, it's 2 Juicy Items. Bought it in David Jones, and the stocks just arrived today ( The sales girl is arranging the new winter stocks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, have a real 'expensive' dinner in waterfront, crown to celebrate my belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It was, OK. Have nothing much to comment about it, since my dish is in a appropriate portion. But Andrews and Leo's one are really small.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, had some cakes in Greco. The cakes are really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog the photos soon. My laptop is lagging. And, the connection is just too slow to upload anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday shoutouts:&lt;br /&gt;20th April - FRANKY LEOWARDY!!! (The guy who named me FPP-Flying Purple Pig)&lt;br /&gt;21st April - Melvin Chan ( I probably forgot about his birthday, just thought of it when I'm blogging this post, and yeah it's time to go to my msn and wish him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Shut up Boon teng when you see Melvin's name. I know you have had those big reaction thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: My house odour have gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: I need your photos leo &amp;amp; andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS: Special thanks to all my besties in KL. I just noticed that my bd shoutout appeared in each of your blogs. Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1382608451365064095?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1382608451365064095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1382608451365064095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1382608451365064095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1382608451365064095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/dead-things-comes-alive.html' title='Dead things comes alive'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1312778622105114357</id><published>2008-04-19T18:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:19:10.502+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gadgets are all PINK</title><content type='html'>I've finally got my pink camera. The Sony Cybershot T-70 which I've posted in the last post. Am so happy because I've got it in a Duty Free Shop, which is a price without GST.&lt;br /&gt;Muacks. Am too happy to describe anything.&lt;br /&gt;But have to cut my allowance after that. Haven't tell my parents about anything yet. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thinking of that, my room is all pink. Thanks to the boxes I've got from Ikea, and the kiddy lamp i bought from the kid section in Ikea. (will post a photo of my room soon, right after my room is clean).&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;And my sort of half share DS which I've bought for Damien for Valentine is also PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy to see pink stuffs around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm going to get a pink iphone soon (if they are released here + enough money) and a pink macbook If my dad let me to change my lappie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN MY LIFE WOULD BE PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Leo, I still love turquoise, I'm just not sure why am I exposed to Pink now. And that makes a fact which I hate it, - SUPER GIRLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got to go now, have to get ready for Esther's birthday party in Partyworld which cost $700 for that room. I really envy her. She is rich. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1312778622105114357?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1312778622105114357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1312778622105114357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1312778622105114357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1312778622105114357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-got-my-pink-camera.html' title='My Gadgets are all PINK'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1243983285138893486</id><published>2008-04-18T23:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:20:41.259+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The very 'pink' post</title><content type='html'>My luck changes today. To a better day (duh!). Went to the city again, and saw a few wish lists of mine. Went to the duty free shop at first, and my first glance is the longchamp bags, then, the cameras!&lt;br /&gt;I've been wishing to get this Sony Cybershot T-70 since it was released. Released a few months ago, and I can't stop myself from loving it. Have been thinking whether to purchase it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidmWg_uJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zGLJ0JCkJCA/s1600-h/Sony_CyberShot_DSC-T70_Pink.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidmWg_uJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zGLJ0JCkJCA/s320/Sony_CyberShot_DSC-T70_Pink.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190571852749060242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I met another pink camera, and It's way cheaper then sony. It cost only $248. It's not as pretty as the Sony above, but the shots are pretty nice. Just like Szen's camera which makes our face prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidmmg_uKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UvdAo5-2cx8/s1600-h/CANIXUS80ISP-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidmmg_uKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UvdAo5-2cx8/s320/CANIXUS80ISP-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190571857044027554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After looking at the cameras, my saliva started to drool on the Gucci by Gucci perfume. The bottle is just so pretty. And it only cost $88 for a big bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we walked to David Jones. Was supposed for me to choose a birthday present of mine from Damien. However, when I reached the Juicy Couture corner, there aren't any bags which suits me. I just felt that I no longer love Juicy bags, since it just don't suit me anymore. It suits girls from high school more than a girl like me going to Uni in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Haih. Isn't that saddening. When you finally get to find where is it, and your age just passed that gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not really focusing on bags- although I'm really desperate for one. My brains and souls are just thinking about my pink camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we took sticker photos. From the pink corner machine. OK, pink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidm2g_uLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0dm4Gk_jpX0/s1600-h/sticker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidm2g_uLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0dm4Gk_jpX0/s320/sticker2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190571861338994866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shit head and flower head girl ( Decorated by me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidnWg_uMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0-NtiLtseBc/s1600-h/sticker3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidnWg_uMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0-NtiLtseBc/s320/sticker3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190571869928929474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looked like a wed photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAicWmg_uHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DNEV3YhDb9Y/s1600-h/sticker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAicWmg_uHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DNEV3YhDb9Y/s320/sticker1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190570482654492786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-1243983285138893486?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1243983285138893486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1243983285138893486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1243983285138893486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1243983285138893486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-pink-post.html' title='The very &apos;pink&apos; post'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAidmWg_uJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zGLJ0JCkJCA/s72-c/Sony_CyberShot_DSC-T70_Pink.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-1637228761294881466</id><published>2008-04-17T22:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:26:36.874+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me the Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>I've just turned 19. Yet, this birthday isn't the happiest birthday of mine. It have been quite a sad day for me, crying for almost 2 hours today. I didn't want to turn 19 overall. Haven't you see any birthday girl cries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my day blasted with happiness this noon. First of all, I didn't get what I've expected would have been pranked to me (*phew*) and my friends baked me a delicious cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;Was really touched by them. And yeah, this is the first time anyone had ever baked any cakes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big TQ and hugs to my bunch of good friends, Mel, Andrew, Leo, Ming Zid and Damien for the big surprise. ( I've really thought worst things will happen to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big TQ to everyone that have wished me. Am really touched since you guys remembered my birthday, &amp;amp; of course I'm pretty touched when I read my msn messages when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;The first person who wished me is Wai Boon this year, not because he's thoughtful enough to remember, but he remembered it on the wrong date. *muahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I've had dinner with Damien along Lygon Street. After finishing our dinner, we had some gelato as dessert since we met Linda working today (and of course we got extra scoops :))&lt;br /&gt;We planned to take some sticker photos in the city so we walked all the way to the city. Unfortunately, it just closed. *haih*. Isn't this just a sad birthday? I missed my cake eating session using pure hands, my birthday presents and of course the atmosphere. It's just like another ordinary day here, with a extra little celebration and wishes since everything is just not beyond control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: DADDY PROMISED ME MY NEW CAMERA AS SOON AS I REACHED KL AS BD PRESENT &amp;amp; DAMIEN PROMISED ME A URSULA LV BAG RIGHT AFTER HE GET HIS JOB THIS JULY.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: But what I've got are just promised which I think would be emptied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIH. AREN'T ME JUST A DADDY LIL GIRL HOPING FOR EVERYTHING TO BE PERFECT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YEAH, THAT'S ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos of the Day (My camera spoiled, so I've got to use Damien's phone instead, poor me):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTFGg_uCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7nh_etVZiCg/s1600-h/17042008694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTFGg_uCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7nh_etVZiCg/s320/17042008694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190208442681243682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we ordered some appetizers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTFmg_uDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CGIMvWQSJ6s/s1600-h/17042008695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTFmg_uDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CGIMvWQSJ6s/s320/17042008695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190208451271178290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main course meals : Spaghetti Scoglio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTF2g_uEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y_pyfa26dm8/s1600-h/17042008696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTF2g_uEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y_pyfa26dm8/s320/17042008696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190208455566145602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spaghetti Ratatoulle (Which I ordered because of the show. Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTGWg_uFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l-uTFTu-4qs/s1600-h/17042008697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTGWg_uFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l-uTFTu-4qs/s320/17042008697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190208464156080210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought these cute tiny little burger biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTGmg_uGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tfCXx-vX1uo/s1600-h/25032008649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTGmg_uGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tfCXx-vX1uo/s320/25032008649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190208468451047522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, after a big post-birthday crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSVmg_t9I/AAAAAAAAADc/IuUZ2NTJeeI/s1600-h/17042008688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSVmg_t9I/AAAAAAAAADc/IuUZ2NTJeeI/s320/17042008688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190207626637457362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien which thinks he looked like Nicholas Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSWWg_t-I/AAAAAAAAADk/Tq8KofgWryU/s1600-h/17042008689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSWWg_t-I/AAAAAAAAADk/Tq8KofgWryU/s320/17042008689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190207639522359266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSWmg_t_I/AAAAAAAAADs/kyqkAxv-Vcw/s1600-h/17042008690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSWmg_t_I/AAAAAAAAADs/kyqkAxv-Vcw/s320/17042008690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190207643817326578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSW2g_uAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/u9oKWcxWA0Y/s1600-h/17042008691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSW2g_uAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/u9oKWcxWA0Y/s320/17042008691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190207648112293890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chilli oil and paramesan cheese (Nothing better to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSXGg_uBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1fqeO2CtzP4/s1600-h/17042008693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdSXGg_uBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1fqeO2CtzP4/s320/17042008693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190207652407261202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sparkling wine + Damien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdRu2g_t6I/AAAAAAAAADE/vfk1MYDl58c/s1600-h/17042008676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdRu2g_t6I/AAAAAAAAADE/vfk1MYDl58c/s320/17042008676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190206960917526434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a camwhore shot of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdRvGg_t7I/AAAAAAAAADM/98vejlxWCSU/s1600-h/17042008685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdRvGg_t7I/AAAAAAAAADM/98vejlxWCSU/s320/17042008685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190206965212493746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret photo not to be found by damien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdRvmg_t8I/AAAAAAAAADU/nBmr3XUOH2Y/s1600-h/17042008684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdRvmg_t8I/AAAAAAAAADU/nBmr3XUOH2Y/s320/17042008684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190206973802428354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQk2g_t1I/AAAAAAAAACc/ThrUtib0G9Y/s1600-h/17042008670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQk2g_t1I/AAAAAAAAACc/ThrUtib0G9Y/s320/17042008670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190205689607206738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surprise birthday celebration - Highlights of my day.&lt;br /&gt;( My uncle, daddy and half of my blood related brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQlGg_t2I/AAAAAAAAACk/zNhZW4YIO6c/s1600-h/17042008671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQlGg_t2I/AAAAAAAAACk/zNhZW4YIO6c/s320/17042008671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190205693902174050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake which have to be eaten by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQlWg_t3I/AAAAAAAAACs/iHzD3drCO1I/s1600-h/17042008672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQlWg_t3I/AAAAAAAAACs/iHzD3drCO1I/s320/17042008672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190205698197141362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQlmg_t4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hn8_4CmoLLo/s1600-h/17042008673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdQlmg_t4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hn8_4CmoLLo/s320/17042008673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190205702492108674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy eat Mummy's cake. *muahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNn2g_twI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kXBcgOgBIh8/s1600-h/17042008665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNn2g_twI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kXBcgOgBIh8/s320/17042008665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190202442611930882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNoGg_txI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oLzsENEeoWc/s1600-h/17042008666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNoGg_txI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oLzsENEeoWc/s320/17042008666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190202446906898194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh this cake looked easy to cut, senang saja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNoWg_tyI/AAAAAAAAACE/loCzDun7gQE/s1600-h/17042008667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNoWg_tyI/AAAAAAAAACE/loCzDun7gQE/s320/17042008667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190202451201865506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG WHY THIS CAKE SO HARD TO CUT, HELP ME WEH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNo2g_tzI/AAAAAAAAACM/5EBMHJEwK9g/s1600-h/17042008668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNo2g_tzI/AAAAAAAAACM/5EBMHJEwK9g/s320/17042008668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190202459791800114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall put all my forces on you, let me kill you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNpGg_t0I/AAAAAAAAACU/l8ExIYo7lnM/s1600-h/17042008669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNpGg_t0I/AAAAAAAAACU/l8ExIYo7lnM/s320/17042008669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190202464086767426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy on the rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNG2g_trI/AAAAAAAAABM/2Rkiut0Re4M/s1600-h/01042008652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNG2g_trI/AAAAAAAAABM/2Rkiut0Re4M/s320/01042008652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190201875676247730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy didn't even help mummy. Busy with his son son(DS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNHGg_tsI/AAAAAAAAABU/39NnJ7LbaAg/s1600-h/06042008656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNHGg_tsI/AAAAAAAAABU/39NnJ7LbaAg/s320/06042008656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190201879971215042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel with my lamb &amp;amp; lamb lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNHWg_ttI/AAAAAAAAABc/t_ZgsTy8XJ4/s1600-h/11042008658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNHWg_ttI/AAAAAAAAABc/t_ZgsTy8XJ4/s320/11042008658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190201884266182354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's hard work on a molecule which cannot be named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNHmg_tuI/AAAAAAAAABk/0c_Z0i0BhKg/s1600-h/12042008661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNHmg_tuI/AAAAAAAAABk/0c_Z0i0BhKg/s320/12042008661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190201888561149666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIEL KISSED ME. MUACKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNIGg_tvI/AAAAAAAAABs/hAavlM4621k/s1600-h/16042008662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdNIGg_tvI/AAAAAAAAABs/hAavlM4621k/s320/16042008662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190201897151084274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and lappie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: Thank you everyone for my birthday. &amp;amp; TQ Damien for being there when I was crying. I'm just a spoiled brat.&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/99094942511099897-1637228761294881466?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1637228761294881466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=1637228761294881466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1637228761294881466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/1637228761294881466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-birthday-girl.html' title='Me the Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAdTFGg_uCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7nh_etVZiCg/s72-c/17042008694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-5602839468648739119</id><published>2008-04-16T22:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:02:16.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAX4Smg_tqI/AAAAAAAAABE/fWBn0RPB1vU/s1600-h/838_biggest_loser_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAX4Smg_tqI/AAAAAAAAABE/fWBn0RPB1vU/s320/838_biggest_loser_468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189827144074639010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, Biggest Loser, is a weight loss TV Program in Australia. Being one of the biggest hit population TV program, I'm addicted -as usual. And after gaining lost of weight in Melbourne, I've decided to join the club. I joined it 4 weeks ago, and started the low calorie menu &amp;amp; it works. It teaches me, the way of eating healthy &amp;amp; I do realized how unhealthy am I before this.&lt;br /&gt;It it works, not a big difference on me, but I lost a solid 4kgs at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I just joined the club, I surprised Damien &amp;amp; Leo. They thought it was so impossible of me to join the TV program since I'm not even qualified (I've not enough fats to lose in that case, if 50kg is of me, I'm now invisible and a dust).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main tips of losing weight which i find it helpful is&lt;br /&gt;- count your calories&lt;br /&gt;- eat lots of grains (no white breads)&lt;br /&gt;- count your drips of oils in your food&lt;br /&gt;- write a strict diary&lt;br /&gt;- workout (at least 20 minutes of walking per day)- that's so easy for me since I've to walk to school everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest loser is so convenient, since the diary have got all the food you can purchase in the supermarket &amp;amp; of course you have good food every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions regarding Biggest Loser, I'm welcomed to answer all of them. Furthermore, JOIN THE CLUB, since It's just 30 dollars per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'M NOT ANEROXIC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/99094942511099897-5602839468648739119?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5602839468648739119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=5602839468648739119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5602839468648739119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/5602839468648739119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/biggest-loser-club.html' title='Biggest Loser Club'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAX4Smg_tqI/AAAAAAAAABE/fWBn0RPB1vU/s72-c/838_biggest_loser_468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99094942511099897.post-9093678979167800046</id><published>2008-04-16T22:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:38:24.537+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Shoutouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A BIG BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT FROM ME TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved twin sister, Esther Loh Wai Ee which is a year younger than me. To be precise she's 363 days younger.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the same smiles (konon), instincts, and even the stupid ugly short fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday &amp;amp; Congratulations ! Congratulations on your finally official relationship &amp;amp; you are finally legal. (Although you have already legalized yourself with your STA card)&lt;br /&gt;* I love your romantic birthday night story, but I'm hoping that won't happened to me. *crossing my fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAXwM2g_toI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QdCs2KT6rvY/s1600-h/06022008526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAXwM2g_toI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QdCs2KT6rvY/s320/06022008526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189818249197368962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that evil twin sister of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND STOP COMPARING. I KNOW SHE'S OBVIOUSLY PRETTIER THEN ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another birthday shout out to both my friends Ryan And Aries, which shares the same birthday &amp;amp; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 20's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, Happy Anniversary to Damien &amp;amp; Me. It's our solid 9th month together today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAXwNGg_tpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NVkoeaSWvBQ/s1600-h/01022008489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAXwNGg_tpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NVkoeaSWvBQ/s320/01022008489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189818253492336274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no other photos &amp;amp; both of us looked weird. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO MENTION,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST, BESTEST BUD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHY NG BOON TENG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i know you are probably jealoused if i don't mention your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much, And i know you are reading this message now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and I love you! Good luck on your finals too.&lt;br /&gt;And i owe you your present. :)&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/99094942511099897-9093678979167800046?l=missyjulia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/feeds/9093678979167800046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=99094942511099897&amp;postID=9093678979167800046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9093678979167800046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/99094942511099897/posts/default/9093678979167800046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyjulia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-shoutouts.html' title='Birthday Shoutouts'/><author><name>Julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zbMK_vVVQpo/SAXwM2g_toI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QdCs2KT6rvY/s72-c/06022008526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
