<?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-30292917</id><updated>2011-09-30T20:09:25.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNAWAY ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-4128112353616614644</id><published>2011-09-05T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T04:33:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the old times =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atching some amazing goals from youtube felt so good. Excited, and reminded me about my youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When I was a kid, I used to watch football games with my father and brothers. Though I wasn't really understand what football is, but I enjoyed the goals and the moment they scream together. I remember the first FIFA World Cup I've watched, it was won by Holland if I 'm not mistaken. I remembered my father was talking with my brothers about Berkamp's goal. It is the clearest memory about my father with the family. Speaking of that time, David Beckham was the hottest footballer around the town. Everyone likes him and seems like he's the only one that everyone knows when comes to football games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Of course, he's my hottest best footballer among all. Not that he's the only one who famous back at 90s, and he's the only one who can really play well and have natural talent plus potential in football. His free kicks and crosses were the best, and no one else can beat him even until now. I have a poster of him that hanged on my wall. The first thing you'll see when you enter my room will be his handsome face on the wall. My friends all noticed it and said I'm crazy. So what? Don't ever let me see you hanging Jay Chou on your wall then. It's crazy! You know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When I watch the videos, I can feel the excitement and passion when he plays. His goals was absolutely no doubt, fascinating. All his free kicks bend, assistance, passing and goals, it's almost 100% accurately to be score once he got the chance and the right spot. He can determined really fast about how much strength he's gonna kick the ball and pass to his teammate, with 100% accurately. He's talented just the moment he born. He work hard for his fame and money, he played with his passion. He's unpredictably nice and handsome, not to mention having a wife that dressing him to be a fashion icon. Incredibly sexy body shape, tattoos, hairstyle and lot more. How amazing would it be if he's my dad? Nah just kidding. But... What if I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I miss the time when he wears the red jersey. I miss the time when he kicks out the ball and celebrate on the next moment. I felt regret that I didn't watch much of his games when he play for the Red Devils. Well... That's the time that you're suppose to missed aren't ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/250/draft_lens17888532module149802707photo_1303815045fashion-hairstyle-for-Dav"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 226px;" src="http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/250/draft_lens17888532module149802707photo_1303815045fashion-hairstyle-for-Dav" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I like this hairstyle the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Dream on Yvonne... Dream it big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-4128112353616614644?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4128112353616614644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=4128112353616614644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4128112353616614644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4128112353616614644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-old-times.html' title='Back to the old times =)'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2724773159500622392</id><published>2011-09-04T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:56:02.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting strange...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;een sleeping in the middle of the night lately. My body told me to sleep but my brain just doesn't allowed me to. With all the music, games, imaginations and shit. Damn my brain just wouldn't wanna rest for a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The coming weeks is going to be super busy for me. Tom is going to work at the fair, me have to take care of his outlet my own. I'm afraid that I can't handle it. Imma everyday late to work, what more can help him to take care of it? It's a joke right? I hope it is. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I must change. At least be punctual to work as my first step. Then, a chance to apologize. I need to prove to myself, and to other people, that I am capable to handle things myself. I am a reliable person and a trustworthy friend. I have to gain back my trust between them and I. Only time can change this matter at the moment. Not that I don't care, but I'll just let the time to prove it to them, about the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To be honest, I do feel disappointed to myself. What a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Just want to buried myself into music and  think nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2368346202_05edffd868_z.jpg?zz=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 422px; height: 640px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2368346202_05edffd868_z.jpg?zz=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yea I'm cute =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I feel like we're being far apart away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2724773159500622392?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2724773159500622392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2724773159500622392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2724773159500622392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2724773159500622392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/09/acting-strange.html' title='Acting strange...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7793598721507550471</id><published>2011-09-01T04:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T04:42:29.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is confised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s it me or is it my brain? Made me fucking late to work these days. I'm scared, to let others find out. I don't mind what others think, but her. I'm pathetic I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I know I'm the problem, not my brain. Just trying to find an excuse for me to escape. Scared, but still doing it. What the fuck are you doing Yvonne Kow?! You've said you'll change, but since when you really change? Since when? I wanna know either. Your room is a mess, your job is pointless, your study is worthless, your life is confused. What am I doing at all these times? Am I on the right way? Or did I choose the wrong path? Can anyone tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I feel really upset, when seeing my friends are graduating from college. I admit it. I'm jealous and upset. I don't blame anyone, not my mom, not my dad, not my brothers, but myself. I wasted my own time and other people's money. I lost trust from my friends, my colleague, I guess the next will be my family. Let's hope they don't give up on me alright? I got no one to tell my feelings, here, in this place, is the only place that I can spread out my feelings, but no one knows still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;At the moment, I'm scared. I'm worried. I'm pathetic. Can anyone hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmJ0nBnSKE/TDAIlffhKaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2BMcNm_V1mM/s1600/Scared_Teddy_by_droool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmJ0nBnSKE/TDAIlffhKaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2BMcNm_V1mM/s1600/Scared_Teddy_by_droool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I'm scared. My life is pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm still trying to be better for you, but I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7793598721507550471?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7793598721507550471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7793598721507550471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7793598721507550471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7793598721507550471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-it-me-or-is-it-my-brain-made-me.html' title='My life is confised'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmJ0nBnSKE/TDAIlffhKaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2BMcNm_V1mM/s72-c/Scared_Teddy_by_droool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7746740913672310010</id><published>2011-08-15T05:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:43:46.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omething or someone just inspired me to write down this post. What and who might that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;We all know it, of course, no other than Miss Taylor Swift and her awesome inspiration songs. Her latest album is really, really my all time favourite. Just can't get rid of her songs off from my mind most of the time. I don't care if my playlist only repeat her songs again and again, I can sing it again and again for gazillion times =) Taylor rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hope to pick up my guitar again, but it's 5am in the morning now, I'm a little bit tired and I don't dare to wake my brother up by the noise. Right this moment, I'm enjoying my Taylor's beautiful songs and dreaming about how amazing it would be if I can sing on stage with the crowd. I don't want to be a star, I just want to sing my favourite songs to all my friends, and who may like to listen to my singing. That feeling is like the world stops around you, and you're the only one who can feel things around. All eyes on you, and you just sharing what you like to share. No one can understand that feeling, but yourself. I always sing in front of the mirror, even when shower, even when changing, whenever in the car, whenever walking on the street. Singing is like my must-to-do list everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I day dream a lot. And I meant, a lot. Everyone do that, it's just that I probably would be 120% more than other people do. I think a lot too, which is not a good thing for me. Good stuff bad stuff, everything. That is why I hate to be alone, yet, I desperate to be alone most of the time. Yeah I'm a weirdo. I enjoy my alone time. I love my alone time. I like to do things alone, most of the time. I don't like to show my ugly side to people, 'cause I'm too shy for that. But I like to do stupid things when I'm alone. Call me freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Been thinking, what my friends have been asking me for this while. Am I gonna work as a retail assistant forever? Shit. The first thing that came to my mind is... Right. I don't know either. Everyone asked me am I going back to college? The problem is, if I have enough money for study, you won't see me working at the shop right? And then they'll go, Save money. Or PTPTN. That's why I always keep telling people, I know what I'm doing and I know what to do before and after things happen. I've tried PTPTN, but it can't even cover 1 semester for me. So what do you want me to do? Rob the bank? Or begging people to borrow money for me to study? If you guys know me well enough, you'll know that I hate to talk about money issue with friends, or anybody else. You're giving my YOUR opinions or rather suggestions to me from your point of view, but I would rather say that you're forcing me to do things that YOU think it's right, that YOU think it's good for me, that YOU think it's for my own good. But what about MY opinion? Does anyone of you have asked me about MY feelings? How I feel and what I think? Or maybe it's not important because you're talking like you know what's good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I asked mommy, will you support me if I'm going back to college? The first thing she ask me was, how do I think about it? Can you see why our mothers are always the best? Because all they want is us to be happy to do things that we like. They always support us no matter what, at least my mom does. I'm thankful that I still have my mom around, though we don't talk that often like others. Everyone has their problem, everyone will thinks there is nothing more worst than them. So did I, but not anymore. And I know this is not going to be the only problem I'll be having, yet I still stand it and face it, bravely. Everything is going to be alright and fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Time is all the matters. But in this moment, is the most difficult time for me to go through. Stuck in the middle, don't know which way to go. Left or right? Up or down? Straight or U-turn? I gotta talk about this with someone I trust. As soon as possible. As I already have some other problems coming towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I guess that's it for today. I have to get onto my bed and rest for later. Gosh I'm screwed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);  font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://splendidwillow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/upset-egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://splendidwillow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/upset-egg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hope to say sorry to you, once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7746740913672310010?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7746740913672310010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7746740913672310010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7746740913672310010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7746740913672310010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3801822582642103083</id><published>2011-04-20T21:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:44:21.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headline! I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;o yo everyone! I'm back again! For don't know how many gazillion times already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Just changed to a new modem. Thanks to Feh Fan, he lend me his old one. Well at least I have things to do after getting home from work now. Catch up with friends, update their stories, and now most importantly, update my management staff's status so I can get rid of them. In case they're in bad mood. I don't wanna kena boom =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Alright enough about people. Let's talk about me! Currently practicing a little dance performance for my company's annual dinner. I have to say, this is the toughest performance that I've ever got in. Creating our own step for the whole song, mix and match and stuff. Gosh this is hard. And they want to audition after a month when they announced that we have to get involve to it. If i am that good in dancing, I wouldn't be working at Shojikiya right? Oh p-leaseeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But we managed to complete the dance. Well... Sort of. 30% away to getting it done. 1st audition on next week which I forgot when is it. Then the formal one is on May which I also forgot what date it is. Sorry I don't really remember these kinda small matters. And the Customer Service thingy some more. I need 48 hours a day now. Or a clock stopper would be better? I need some time to sleep also. Haven't been sleep well for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Here we are. Should stop here and get  back to my videos. I haven't been online for so long! Must catch up a bit. Oh and by the way, the song for my performance is called On The Floor by J-Lo feat. Pitbull. Yeah rock it baby =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIwXYWKu0DM/Ta7sfA1vJbI/AAAAAAAABHk/H7SGX2ZWV4E/s1600/Jennifer%2BLopez%2BFeat.%2BPitbull%2BOn%2BThe%2BFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIwXYWKu0DM/Ta7sfA1vJbI/AAAAAAAABHk/H7SGX2ZWV4E/s400/Jennifer%2BLopez%2BFeat.%2BPitbull%2BOn%2BThe%2BFloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597671404413593010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's a new J-Loration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No case is in my list no&lt;span style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3801822582642103083?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3801822582642103083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3801822582642103083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3801822582642103083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3801822582642103083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/04/headline-im-back.html' title='Headline! I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIwXYWKu0DM/Ta7sfA1vJbI/AAAAAAAABHk/H7SGX2ZWV4E/s72-c/Jennifer%2BLopez%2BFeat.%2BPitbull%2BOn%2BThe%2BFloor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6143615477884033672</id><published>2011-01-03T01:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:44:39.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Say Is I Was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Same old, tired place lonely place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Vanished when I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Across the room your silhouet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt; starts to make its way to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Like passing notes in secrecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And it was enchanting to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt; home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The lingering question kept me up, 2 a.m., who do you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I wonder 'til I'm wide awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'd open up and you would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hey it was enchanting to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I know is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm wonder-struck, dancing around all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'll spend forever w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;ondering if you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;This is me praying that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Please don't have somebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;dy waiting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm wonder-struck, dancing around all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;@Taylor Swift - Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/07/11/02/photography,night,lights,citylights,nighttime,sc%C3%A8ne,city,lights-42e4de39fa2a8d67dc903fda87066a35_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/07/11/02/photography,night,lights,citylights,nighttime,sc%C3%A8ne,city,lights-42e4de39fa2a8d67dc903fda87066a35_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The night is sparkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Still no case yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6143615477884033672?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6143615477884033672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6143615477884033672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6143615477884033672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6143615477884033672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-i-can-say-is-i-was-enchanted-to.html' title='All I Can Say Is I Was...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3820495522501955197</id><published>2011-01-02T02:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:44:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h my! When can I really rest and shop til I drop?? WHEN?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Working is hell. I mean, the job is okay but tired like hell. Don't ever choose for retail if you're not the-tough-person-who-can-do-everything-you-own kinda people. Trust me. Office is your type. Though I don't like the bored-ness of it. But at least it has a fix time for you in everyday and you got PUBLIC HOLIDAY. Unless you want double or triple pay, otherwise just take a day off on these big days. It's a mess for you to work on the public holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yvonne, Yvonne... You gotta stick with it once you've chosen this job from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nothing much happened today. But glad to hang out with friends and sister after finished work. Listening to Taylor on the way home. And her Singapore's concert ticket is totally SOLD OUT. What the fuck man. Anyone just willing to sell me any of her tickets? The price is negotiable X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Oh well.. Should have asked my friend to buy for me earlier. Damn. I was too late. It's all too late now. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://jt-assets.tennmandigital.com/assets/2442/original/ts1.jpg?1274508181"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 702px;" src="http://jt-assets.tennmandigital.com/assets/2442/original/ts1.jpg?1274508181" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wish I could be there with her. One day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No case for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3820495522501955197?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3820495522501955197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3820495522501955197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3820495522501955197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3820495522501955197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick.html' title='QUICK!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1911427413912745410</id><published>2011-01-01T02:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:45:23.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;appy New Year 2011 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;'Celebrated' with 3 and a half friends at a cafe somewhere between Happy Garden and Sri Petaling. Can see the fireworks where released from the Bukit Jalil. Seriously, I don't feel like it is a new year's eve. Maybe I should go to some place where crowded and countdown with everybody else? I've never been to one in my 20 years before. Pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So how did you celebrate yours? Can't wait to hear your story. Got drunk? Or eat chicken wings at home? Me? Mix chop + Vanilla Milk Shake and crap a lot with others. Is that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I can't believe it's already 1st of January 2011 now. Even my mom got plans with her friends and out at night. Well, she's still young isn't she? Can't blame her. Time flies like nobody's business. I don't know what I've done in 2010. Nothing special really. 真的没有东西值得我留念吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I guess I really need to blog every single day now. To remind myself of my everyday life as I can read it whenever I can or refresh my memory whenever I needed. You know.. People will grow OLDER. Which I hate it very much. I DON'T WANT TO BE OOOOOOOOOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Anyway, gonna go shopping soon. Once with mom and then twice with friends. Of course must buy a lot with mommy first then only go buy other stuff by myself. Therefore I can save up more to buy more &amp;gt;=) Those old clothes could be my 'new' pyjamas already. Yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Have a new life in a new year. I hope this could be a better life for me, my family and my friends. Let's go crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I need this to remind me of the last December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; And I go back to December all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;@&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Swift - Back To December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.kookybycaron.com/images/cheers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.kookybycaron.com/images/cheers.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Desperate for a drink now. Jovy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 + #2 - i don't give a damn anymore. closed file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1911427413912745410?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1911427413912745410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1911427413912745410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1911427413912745410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1911427413912745410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3490622268766656406</id><published>2010-12-31T02:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:52:06.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 tiring days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Worked all day. My supervisor even wants me to work for full day but I lied that I got things to do. I know I'm bad but, if she told me earlier I might will consider to stay. Too bad she called me on the last minute then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Went yamcha session with friends. Honestly, haven't been relax like this for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Glad that I still have them in my life now. But I met him when I got there. So it's kinda frustrated for me. Why does he have to be there?? Spoil my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Badminton in the morning made me feel better. Since I'm sick for days. It feels great after sweat it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Then went to Pavilion with sister and her hubby. I saw this freaking nice bag at the Pull and Bear! It's only RM120 after discount. Though it's only 20 bucks off haha.. But I really like that bag. Damn. Can only buy on next month. Hopefully no one buys if before me. I'm praying hard for it. But what if I saw something nicer than that after I bought it?! I don't wanna make myself to be regret. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mom promised to bring me go buy new clothes for CNY. YES! I'll have extra new stuff then. Gonna shop twice on next month. One with mommy and another with my dear sister Angeline. Anyone care to join us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Alright. Going to sleep now. My wife is going to kill me if she finds out. Think it's not happening. Nope. Nope. Right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone! Welcome to 2011. A whole new happy year for all of us. Forget the past. Looking forward for new excitement =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.studer-inno.com/upload/pictures/New%20year%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 406px;" src="http://www.studer-inno.com/upload/pictures/New%20year%20web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Happy New Year 2011 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 + #2 - urrgghh.. forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3490622268766656406?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3490622268766656406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3490622268766656406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3490622268766656406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3490622268766656406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-tiring-days.html' title='2 tiring days'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5177241453972192207</id><published>2010-12-29T03:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:46:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;... Is you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Okay. I know Christmas is over. But I don't even feel it at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Someone please slap me from my dream. I think I'm still in daydreaming mode now. 4 more days to 2011?!! But I haven't had enough fun for 2010 yet! Hold on you time taker bitch! I still have a lot to catch up! Well, except when I'm working. Hey.. Back to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So, yeah. Christmas is over. And being a santa wasn't easy for me. All the presents I've sent aren't accepted by the people I expected them to be. Honestly, I missed my friends very much. It's kind of disappointed when you were expecting to meet them but it turns out completely opposite the way you thought. So what do I do? Give the present then walk off lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Actually, I just want to meet my friends and gather around together like we used to. Have a little chat and laugh and that's it. But it's hard for all of us nowadays. For me, I suppose. 'Cause I'm not ready yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Seems like the way I'm on this shit now is working. I quit Facebook. Not bothering anyone and no anybody to bother me. For a second, I feel free. But then I ask myself, 'What should I do when I'm having lunch break and stuck in a stupid traffic jam now, without Facebook?' But still, I told myself do not let these thoughts to cross my mind. I'm insist to survive without Facebook and I can do it. I did it. So far. I told my finger through my mind not to click the Facebook icon from the history list. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Alright. What time is it now? FUCK. 3.30am?!! I'm suppose to wake up at 7am! Darn. Gotta head to sleep now. Someone will kill me if she finds out. Have a nice dream everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;P.S.: Just call me if you have plans for New Year's Eve eh? My phone is like 7-11. Yea you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comix.it/Fcp/DocumentiSitiFcp/documenti/immagini/argh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 530px;" src="http://www.comix.it/Fcp/DocumentiSitiFcp/documenti/immagini/argh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;AARRGGHHHH... Shut Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 + #2 - close? i wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5177241453972192207?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5177241453972192207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5177241453972192207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5177241453972192207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5177241453972192207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5810983461716393405</id><published>2010-12-28T03:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:43:41.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我觉得...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;我觉得 我是个贪新忘旧的人 新的东西往往比旧的更爱惜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;我觉得 并不是每样旧的都不好 只是新的来得比旧的好 来得比旧的更适合我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;我希望 以前的东西能够恢复之前的面貌 再继续保留下去 一直到老&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;更希望 旧的可以跟新的融化在一起 大家都可以得到开心的结局&lt;/span&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-family:courier new;" &gt;那不是很好吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;难到 现在的局面 是能够带给人快乐的吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;如果是这样 我宁愿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;我从来都不曾拥有过&lt;br /&gt;大家都可以释放心中的包袱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;好吧 就这样决定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.lafraise.com/fr/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/happy-sad-day-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://blog.lafraise.com/fr/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/happy-sad-day-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Does it make you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This is just a random post that I'm talking about my feelings tonight. Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 + #2 - think it'll be close soon. i hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5810983461716393405?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5810983461716393405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5810983461716393405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5810983461716393405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5810983461716393405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='我觉得...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1755302264854319941</id><published>2010-12-27T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T03:01:14.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what am I doing today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I've been dreaming all day long. Daydreaming they called. And I don't even know what am I dreaming about. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I want iPhone 4! But iPhone Pro is coming out in September. Should I wait? Or just get the iPhone 4 now? Little suggestion please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Regret that I took the meal at mamak just now. Feel lagi uncomfortable now. Already fall to sick anyhow. How wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The radio keep playing this old song in these few days. It's one of my favorite in the past years. I just couldn't get rid of it now. It's playing in my head even when I'm sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;如果 全世界我也可以放弃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;至少还有你 值得我去珍惜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;而你在这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;就是生命的奇迹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The lyrics are so beautiful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Goodnight everybody. Nite nite Yvonne. Nite nite to my lao po. I know you're smiling now =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2700073515_4b275e0bc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 389px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2700073515_4b275e0bc8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Can I have my holidays now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 + #2 - omg i'm a lousy detective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1755302264854319941?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1755302264854319941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1755302264854319941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1755302264854319941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1755302264854319941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know-what-am-i-doing-today.html' title='I don&apos;t know what am I doing today'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2700073515_4b275e0bc8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-8878358273483840745</id><published>2010-12-26T04:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T04:33:16.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the way I thought it would be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Today is just not my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymxC7S2eSfE/TQIT3qyIgxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oCclUcd4LaA/s1600/disappointed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 700px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymxC7S2eSfE/TQIT3qyIgxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oCclUcd4LaA/s1600/disappointed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Let it out my dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Case #1 - not even close yet but #2 has already opened file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-8878358273483840745?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8878358273483840745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=8878358273483840745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8878358273483840745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8878358273483840745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-not-way-i-thought-it-would-be.html' title='It&apos;s not the way I thought it would be'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymxC7S2eSfE/TQIT3qyIgxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oCclUcd4LaA/s72-c/disappointed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5926912305670478005</id><published>2010-12-25T05:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T05:52:43.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas's Eve of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;First of all, I'm sorry. To my friends that text me today. I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yup. I wasn't at home tonight. But hey, it's Christmas's Eve. You don't expect me to stay at home and watch tv then sleep right? Plus Christmas is one of my most favorite day of the year. Unfortunately I'm not spending time with my dear friends, but with those idiots instead. Really. They are real idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;It was jam everywhere in KL tonight. What more when it comes to New Year's Eve? I think we have to expect for 2 hours to stuck in the jam no matter where you go. But still, I'm willing to stuck in it if my friends are with me. My mom will definitely go out with her friends. So do my two brothers. I won't be the only stupid idiot who stay at home and watch the countdown live on tv right? Though I don't really like crowded place and squeeze with everyone out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Somehow I'm looking forward for it. I'll definitely go with him/her if anyone ask me to. Just anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I think I'm being more open in socialize now. I just talk to anyone even I just know him/her for few minutes ago. It's just not ME that I'm used to because I am the coolest person among my gang. I don't talk. No matter what or who, when I don't feel like to talk, I can shut my mouth for the whole day. But I've changed lately. I don't know whether it's a good change or not but, I think my friends were right about me. I've got the talent to be a good PR. Don't you agree? Hey there's even a PR alphabet on my number plate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So Christmas is finally here. Have you got your present or even open it? Well, I haven't. YET. I think. But I'm not desperate for a present. Don't get me wrong. I do like presents. But it's only when I give them out to friends or family. I don't expect to receive any present from anyone. Seriously. I feel more happy and enjoy when my friends like what I got for them. That kind of expression, is priceless. But I can only got a few in this year. I don't like to make excuses but I really had no time to prepare the presents for friends nor family. So I'm sorry for those who I didn't buy any gift to them. Really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So I guess that's it for today. I promised that I'll blog everyday now and I did. So far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Merry Christmas. To you. And to myself. HoHoHo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jehtoday.net/christmas/video/christmas123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 347px;" src="http://www.jehtoday.net/christmas/video/christmas123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hope I'll be there one day. Just one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 - omg i want to close it now can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5926912305670478005?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5926912305670478005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5926912305670478005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5926912305670478005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5926912305670478005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmass-eve-of-2010.html' title='Christmas&apos;s Eve of 2010'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1754292513544262650</id><published>2010-12-24T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:56:40.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any plan guys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's Christmas's Eve already! I need plans for tonight! Any idea??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I want to countdown since I've never been to one before. Yet I don't like to be squeeze like the meat of a sandwich. Any good place for countdown with full of people YET you don't have to squeeze with everybody? Yea I know I'm picky but you should know me since the day you first know. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I realize that I have such free time to do things that I usually didn't after I quit Facebook. It's peaceful and no rush. I seriously need time for myself now. And I want holiday!! Fuck Mr.Say. You lied to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Happy Christmas coming eve. Prepared your presents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO8PEi5Qwrw/TPqQY7sI4lI/AAAAAAAAAqg/PTFQOJK2aDc/s1600/Santa-Claus-Pics-0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO8PEi5Qwrw/TPqQY7sI4lI/AAAAAAAAAqg/PTFQOJK2aDc/s1600/Santa-Claus-Pics-0302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I hope Santa could hear my wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 - i'm still waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1754292513544262650?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1754292513544262650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1754292513544262650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1754292513544262650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1754292513544262650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/any-plan-guys.html' title='Any plan guys?'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO8PEi5Qwrw/TPqQY7sI4lI/AAAAAAAAAqg/PTFQOJK2aDc/s72-c/Santa-Claus-Pics-0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-8541417345185393601</id><published>2010-12-23T02:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:52:52.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I call it Tong Yuan Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yea you got it right. It's Tong Yuan day. I love tong yuan. It makes me feel good just when I smell it before I taste it. And it gives me warm and comfortable after a tough day at work. It feels family again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Being a santa clause tonight again. Santa works at night isn't it? That's what I do. Sending gifts to the sisters at night. But it turns out their father accept the gifts for them. I have to say, kinda disappointed for not seeing them. But somehow my heart told me I haven't forgot the incident yet. So yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I wish santa could gives me power to heal my mistakes. I broke my side mirror! I spent too much in this month! I sleep 'early' in these days! And I should have requested for off days earlier! Damn those bastards who stole my holidays. Don't be surprise if I show my unhappy face to you. 'Cause you just stole something that I wanted for long time ago. Back off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Quite impress of myself. Didn't on Facebook nor Twitter for days. Just hanging there Yvonne. You'll get through it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TRJHPaBdkNI/AAAAAAAABHU/QTecR-wOHAU/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TRJHPaBdkNI/AAAAAAAABHU/QTecR-wOHAU/s400/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553579620510306514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This is for me. Don't act like you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 - still waiting to be close file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-8541417345185393601?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8541417345185393601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=8541417345185393601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8541417345185393601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8541417345185393601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-call-it-tong-yuan-festival.html' title='I call it Tong Yuan Festival'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TRJHPaBdkNI/AAAAAAAABHU/QTecR-wOHAU/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-8270080165863741702</id><published>2010-12-22T05:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:43:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in blogging =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's been a year since the last time I was here. Just realize, I quit Facebook and Twitter, but I still have this to spread out my feelings and to remind myself things that happen around me everyday. I have to admit, I kinda miss blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I laughed when I read back the previous posts. It was a silly me, and I have seen myself grown up. I promised myself to blog every single day from now on. Well, I'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Christmas is around the corner, and I still haven't got a plan yet. Might going some place to hang out and of course, countdown. I've never been to any place to countdown before. Seriously, I need to get out. Speaking of getting out, thought going out from town for a short while. Like, a few days off from work? Wouldn't kill me. I'm desperately need a break. Anyone care to join?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Promised a friend that I will attend her Christmas party, bet it'll be another exhausted day for me since I can only go after work. Gosh, I did feel regret now. But somewhere in my heart tells me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yvonne, it's CHRISTMAS. Everyone is going out to play and what for staying at home with a tivo?'&lt;/span&gt; So I guess, I'll go. No matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And it's 5.30am now. I'm damn sleepy. But I want to finish this nicely. It's the first post since I'm away from this! Can't leave it just like that. Can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I miss everyone. Where have they been? Bet they already forgotten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Shit. Really?? Guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Isn't it strange? Or.. Is it me? Keep feeling the phone in the pocket is vibrating. Just when you take it out, light is still staying off. I think, the phone bill for this month is just going to state out my mom's number. Damn. I should have prank more calls then. Can't waste the credit isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Alright. Should off to bed now. Hard work is waiting ahead. Gonna be tough. And I mean TOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nite nite Yvonne. Sweet dreams everyone. See you again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Picture of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREdaxoZTaI/AAAAAAAABHM/zBVinSZa1DY/s1600/sign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREdaxoZTaI/AAAAAAAABHM/zBVinSZa1DY/s400/sign2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553252161361104290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This is how I feel right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Case #1 - waiting to be close file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-8270080165863741702?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8270080165863741702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=8270080165863741702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8270080165863741702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8270080165863741702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-back-in-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m back in blogging =)'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREdaxoZTaI/AAAAAAAABHM/zBVinSZa1DY/s72-c/sign2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-829128981172241254</id><published>2009-09-20T12:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:14:41.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Brain Wash Myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, not the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, it's the m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ovie called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;, will be show on next year february. Lots of lots of stars are in it and I really can't wait for it to show. Well, mostly because of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Swift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are starring =P And Emma's aunt, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Julia Roberts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anna Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;, Karen's favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Lautner &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/span&gt;, more and more that I can't really remember. Heard that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is in too -..-" Suck. Well who cares? I just want &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh I mean Taylor Swift not Taylor Lautner =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Though it'll only show on february next year, but there's a trailer now. I know, Feh Fan, you are going to like it XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BPuK606bdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BPuK606bdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrW3adwJ7II/AAAAAAAABEs/ASoOkURhVKM/s1600-h/msg-124906194452-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrW3adwJ7II/AAAAAAAABEs/ASoOkURhVKM/s400/msg-124906194452-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383410594882382978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Since the trailer didn't put this up... I feel a little bit awkward about it o..O&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/30292917-829128981172241254?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/829128981172241254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=829128981172241254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/829128981172241254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/829128981172241254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-me-brain-wash-myself.html' title='Let Me Brain Wash Myself...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrW3adwJ7II/AAAAAAAABEs/ASoOkURhVKM/s72-c/msg-124906194452-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2382680046571553509</id><published>2009-09-18T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:17:44.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Please Tell Me This Is Not Happening!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt; with her husband &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DERYCK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;According to her *click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://avril-l.org/"&gt;fan site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; and her official *click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=6407230&amp;amp;blogId=510598150"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, it confirmed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Avril&lt;/span&gt; is separating her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Deryck Whibley&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sum41&lt;/span&gt; band! It's been&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 6 and a half years&lt;/span&gt; they've been together. But Avril said they are still ramaining in a good friendship. Haih... Why all the bad things are just keep on coming?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, there's nothing we can do about it, except wish her the best. She's still young isn't her? I believe she can find another good man for her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I was thinking what to blog today. But there. I got a big news. A sad one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Hope she's alright. And so do &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrNPSfh9AqI/AAAAAAAABEk/YtBAybFRb98/s1600-h/63647353011l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrNPSfh9AqI/AAAAAAAABEk/YtBAybFRb98/s400/63647353011l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382733158758023842" 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/30292917-2382680046571553509?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2382680046571553509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2382680046571553509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2382680046571553509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2382680046571553509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-please-tell-me-this-is-not.html' title='OMG Please Tell Me This Is Not Happening!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrNPSfh9AqI/AAAAAAAABEk/YtBAybFRb98/s72-c/63647353011l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-307477379586126938</id><published>2009-09-16T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:22:54.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Proud Of You... You're Stronger Than I Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So Taylor got interviewed on The View talked about the incident. As I said, she's strong. Then she performed 2 songs - Fifteen &amp;amp; You Belong With Me- with acoustic version. It was COOL! Gonna practice them again =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Let's watch the videos then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcof6ifEpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcof6ifEpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fifteen - Notice her name on the wall behind her?? I liked it very much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/92rsDAkRol8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/92rsDAkRol8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You Belong With Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGYLjE-5vMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGYLjE-5vMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amazing isn't it?? Oh and guess what? President Obama called Kanye West a JACKASS!!! HA! Now that's what I call president =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Need proof? Take a look... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/politics/Obama-Calls-Kanye-West-a-Jackass-59305232.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;*click it*&lt;/span&gt; Obama labelled Kanye as JACKASS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; There's even a short video for it, though it's NOT about the jackass thingy. But anyhow, I'm glad he said it though he shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm still not done with that asshole. I don't know why I'm very mad about it, as if he insulted my sister -..-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picture of the day @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrDgZR3JnDI/AAAAAAAABEc/VVpK0XuL9zU/s1600-h/obama_mad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrDgZR3JnDI/AAAAAAAABEc/VVpK0XuL9zU/s320/obama_mad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048279603813426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Take that Kanye!&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/30292917-307477379586126938?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/307477379586126938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=307477379586126938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/307477379586126938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/307477379586126938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-proud-of-you-youre-stronger-than-i.html' title='I&apos;m Proud Of You... You&apos;re Stronger Than I Thought...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SrDgZR3JnDI/AAAAAAAABEc/VVpK0XuL9zU/s72-c/obama_mad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6456632870427364818</id><published>2009-09-14T19:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:20:13.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYCOTT KANYE WEST!!! *EDIT*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm damn pissed off now. Don't ask why, just watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmJ0-wy5yoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmJ0-wy5yoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother fucking bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! He ruined Taylor's night! It was her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; VMA! How could he do that to her?!! If I was there I would have hit him on stage on that very moment! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE HIM TIL THE DAY I DIE! YOU HEAR ME?!!&lt;/span&gt; It was very nice of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; for what she did. Taylor deserves it anyway. Any comment please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; tell me or leave it in my cbox. Or you can tell me on msn I don't mind. Because I'm really REALLY mad about that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;son of a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right now T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXR_a6IBgSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXR_a6IBgSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But this made me feel slightly better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xm90HFwH0kU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xm90HFwH0kU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;She did this a minute after that incident happened. She stay strong and performed an amazing show. We should be proud of her. She handled it well. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Way to go Taylor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll always love you here! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYCOTT KANYE WEST EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Sq4zd5SDKII/AAAAAAAABEU/WUIz9mlA66A/s1600-h/image_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Sq4zd5SDKII/AAAAAAAABEU/WUIz9mlA66A/s400/image_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381295193440069762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30292917-6456632870427364818?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6456632870427364818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6456632870427364818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6456632870427364818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6456632870427364818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/boycott-kanye-west.html' title='BOYCOTT KANYE WEST!!! *EDIT*'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Sq4zd5SDKII/AAAAAAAABEU/WUIz9mlA66A/s72-c/image_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7478256126128357010</id><published>2009-09-12T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:54:08.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope You're Doing Well There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm worried. Not about myself, it's about someone else, someone I always care for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't think I should talk about it in here. Just hope that she's doing fine there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;P.S.: If you're reading this, you know who you are. Stay strong girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Squ10HezyhI/AAAAAAAABEM/mfuqmpuVNQY/s1600-h/hang+on+lifeline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Squ10HezyhI/AAAAAAAABEM/mfuqmpuVNQY/s400/hang+on+lifeline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380594086790285842" 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/30292917-7478256126128357010?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7478256126128357010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7478256126128357010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7478256126128357010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7478256126128357010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-youre-doing-well-there.html' title='Hope You&apos;re Doing Well There...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Squ10HezyhI/AAAAAAAABEM/mfuqmpuVNQY/s72-c/hang+on+lifeline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6081448554558706179</id><published>2009-09-08T04:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:54:41.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Announce You... I'm BROKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yeah you read it right. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm in deep down trouble now. Something just happened for the first time in my life and I hope/pray/beg it's the last one. It's one of my worst say. I'm in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Because of that happened, I have to stop spending out any &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; cost from now on. I even have to borrow money from friend. Yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne Kow Kar Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is borrowing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MONEY $$$&lt;/span&gt; from her friend. Isn't that making the headline around the town?? Please forgive if I refuse to hang out with you now, I'm really really really really &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do need to save money and pay my debt. How I wish that never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I regret for what I've done. My friends keep asking me to move on and look forward since I can't do anything for what just happened. I know they're trying to make me feel better and I really appreciate it. But when I close my eyes before I fall to sleep, those scenes just flash out here and there, it makes me feel worse. Why didn't I listen to my mom?!! If I never went out that day, everything would just maintain normal. I'll never forgot this day - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;September 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's worse than I couldn't get a ticket for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt; concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ivan offered to help me out by money problem. How on earth can you get such a nice friend like him? He's always there for me no matter what. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though we had a big fight 2 weeks ago and almost end our friendship.&lt;/span&gt; I can't stop thanking him for lending me his money. And he keep saying what are friends for? He's my best man. But whenever he says that to me, I feel so useless. The more he say, the more I feel guilty and bad. Why am I always the troublemaker and my friends always cover for me? I won't say that I don't need help, but I don't ask for help. I mean, in those serious cases, like I did recently. FYI I don't even ask my mom for help. If it's not necessary or really no other way, maybe I'll ask. Well I guess in this case is exceptional. I already asked for help didn't I? Got the money from Ivan. See? Told you he's my best man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd rather die in it. At least no one will ever care to settle down for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;P.S.: Second semester starts tomorrow. Feels complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SqV1RyTPSjI/AAAAAAAABEE/waz4tKaD4SY/s1600-h/big-trouble.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SqV1RyTPSjI/AAAAAAAABEE/waz4tKaD4SY/s320/big-trouble.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378834278384618034" 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/30292917-6081448554558706179?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6081448554558706179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6081448554558706179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6081448554558706179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6081448554558706179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-i-announce-you-im-broke.html' title='Now I Announce You... I&apos;m BROKE!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SqV1RyTPSjI/AAAAAAAABEE/waz4tKaD4SY/s72-c/big-trouble.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6507287701263915219</id><published>2009-08-28T03:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:14:14.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Hello!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/span&gt; Hello everyone! I'm backkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2 weeks holiday now. It's driving me crazy! Been thinking where to go for the next day =P But mostly just hanging out with some 'friends'. Yea 'friends'. NOT imaginary friends! I mean FRIENDS! Yea well, you got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anywayyyyyyy, thanks  to Su Wen. If it wasn't her I would be bored until dead now. We've been chatting until midnight in these two days? Is it? I forgot. Well, who cares... Our topic, oh you won't want to know. It was all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;T-Swift&lt;/span&gt;, but now we got a few new ones, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dakota Fanning&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Emma Roberts&lt;/span&gt; =) They are awesome right? I know... She has been claiming about it on her blog, her conversations, her mind, her brain and etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Don't stare at me Su Wen. We all read your blog =/*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know why, but she makes me feel semangat to watch T-Swift's videos again &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Yes please don't be perasan now*&lt;/span&gt; I know what you're thinking! wuahahahahaha... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cough* *cough*&lt;/span&gt; And she made me watched New Moon trailer! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;'DON'T... GET ME UPSET...'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;. I think I will only remember this for the whole New Moon movie -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But anyhow, here comes T-Swift! ~ ~ ~ 's best friend, Abigail. HAHA GOTCHA! But Taylor was there too X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPdRsdlWuwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPdRsdlWuwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gotta practice my guitar tomorrow. I mean later. Damn semangat now! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Spbl-LB44WI/AAAAAAAABD8/QltwbdFEshc/s1600-h/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Spbl-LB44WI/AAAAAAAABD8/QltwbdFEshc/s320/031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374736061588627810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They both are shooting for a new film together called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WATCH IT!&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/30292917-6507287701263915219?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6507287701263915219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6507287701263915219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6507287701263915219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6507287701263915219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-long-hello.html' title='So Long Hello!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Spbl-LB44WI/AAAAAAAABD8/QltwbdFEshc/s72-c/031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5270824680299122781</id><published>2009-08-13T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:44:35.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long waited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey guys! Sorry for long waiting. Been busy with works and my college life. Final exams and assignments is here so, have to rush them all in once. And I had 3 weeks holiday XP But I spent most of the time with my friends and my works + college homework. Holiday doesn't mean you have time to rest yo. Have to meet up with lecturer according to my timeline, listen to his criticize on my work, then change again and again. End up I have to redo all T..T Don't ask me why. Freaking photoshop Megan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fox is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;S-U-P-E-R H-A-R-D&lt;/span&gt; work to do guys. Trust me. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;H-A-R-D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wanna meet my computer graphic lecturer? Here he is... We called him... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mr. Pinky&lt;/span&gt; X) Only when he's not around of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SoQzaCnQ35I/AAAAAAAABDk/jCATBElRrLE/s1600-h/17072009310.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SoQzaCnQ35I/AAAAAAAABDk/jCATBElRrLE/s320/17072009310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369473178203643794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ignore the stick face, it was Andrew's face actually. But I think it looks more like Mr. Low don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A lot of dramas going on in my holiday. Ooh trust me, you don't wanna know what they are. I thought I have helped it out but somehow it doesn't work in my way T..T Life isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So how were you guys doing out there? I've learned how to bake a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meringue&lt;/span&gt; from Ivan. It looks like a pie to me though. Whatever. As long I did all the main stuff ^o^ Feh Fan said it was ugly. You are the ugly one! I dare you to say that again, don't ever spoke to me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SoQzaQ0g1eI/AAAAAAAABDs/TF8fDeTti0I/s1600-h/IMG210-01.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SoQzaQ0g1eI/AAAAAAAABDs/TF8fDeTti0I/s320/IMG210-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369473182017312226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;C'mon it's my first time! How could you say it's ugly?!! It was delicious I can assure you. No lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alice's birthday is coming! Having a buffet gathering in her house this saturday night. Please do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; for it if you got invited. I'll make sure you it's a fun night =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; won &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Teen Choice Awards!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOOO HOOO~&lt;/span&gt; Watch her clips on youtube, two of her best friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Abigail&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kellie&lt;/span&gt; made a surprise for her. VMA's coming too. Vote for her please!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;VOTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;OK there's more to come in this month. Stay tune X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SoRBa7QRePI/AAAAAAAABD0/9b6msd2ufaI/s1600-h/Brisbane_QueenAlbert69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SoRBa7QRePI/AAAAAAAABD0/9b6msd2ufaI/s320/Brisbane_QueenAlbert69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369488586570823922" 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/30292917-5270824680299122781?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5270824680299122781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5270824680299122781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5270824680299122781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5270824680299122781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-guys-sorry-for-long-waiting.html' title='Long waited...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SoQzaCnQ35I/AAAAAAAABDk/jCATBElRrLE/s72-c/17072009310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-4419391541955002451</id><published>2009-07-02T23:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:07:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marianne!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Marianne is going to be 1 year older in few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So sorry that I can't celebrate with you (which I never really did), but still you know I love you right? I've been start thinking about your present since last year XP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can still remember what you did for my previous birthday. Like those cupcakes you baked with Ying &amp;amp; Ern, it was really sweet of you girls and I'm so touched that you girls spent your time just to bake them for your servant, me. Yes you're still my boss =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkzaO5DUkvI/AAAAAAAABDM/09lmskBYhwU/s1600-h/Picture+004.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkzaO5DUkvI/AAAAAAAABDM/09lmskBYhwU/s320/Picture+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353894006404453106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But what I feel regret is that I didn't take much photo with you when I'm in high school. We know each other in that late time, but still I had a great time with you every moment, except when you're in bad mood *stop staring at me with THAT look* And the Missy Micey doo doll that I bought you for christmas, until now I still thought that is for your birthday -..-" But anyhow, I'm glad that you like it *I know you do, just admit it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkzaPB65iYI/AAAAAAAABDU/MI90SO_OZHM/s1600-h/DSCN2901.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkzaPB65iYI/AAAAAAAABDU/MI90SO_OZHM/s320/DSCN2901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353894008785045890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I never forgot everything about us. Unfortunately the time doesn't allow us to spend more together. But thank you for giving me such a great years, hope you feel that way too. I've got to be honest with you, you're the only one I do really care among all of my friends. Just like a little sister to me, which I know you hate that, but at least that's how I felt. I remember when we first met, I lost my voice and we communicate with papers, you asked me "You know my sister?" haha... That was so funny and it last for few days until I got my voice back. Then I know Su Wen and others from you because you always hang out with them. I'm glad that I got to know them in my life, they are such good friends and always take care of you aren't they? Or you're the one who taking care them? Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was worry, but you always not telling me what happened to you. I don't know why, whether you don't trust me or you don't wanna trouble me, or you don't want me to be worry, either way, I'm still treat you like my sister, a good friend. Do I sound like a psycho here?? Hahaha... That is just how I feel for you, don't mind ya? Honestly, I don't treat people like that because I'm not good in communicate with other human XP You're the only one I'm comfortable with, because I don't know what others are thinking about and that's what I fear the most. You're mysterious but yet I feel great together with you. No guessing, no bullshit, just fun and laugh. All the creepy ideas you have in your mind, it makes me laugh all the time. That's another thing that I admire you about. Such creative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Remember the day when I walked you home? You were begging me not to look at your photo where it's on top of your piano. You played me Corpse Bride pieces, I was sitting on the couch and thinking when are you going to stop complaining about the award you got from school. But I do agree with your point though =P Remember the day you return to school after camp? I was surprised that you hugged me from the back all in sudden where I have no idea you were coming down from the stairs with Su Wen. That moment, I really felt that finally you remember that I exist in this world. That's really sweet when a friend suddenly do that to you. Remember the prefect prom night? Whenever I think about it, I'll smile from the deep heart. That was one of the best night I've ever had in my life. Urgh, those days huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just to let you know, though I'm not around you anymore, but my love for you is still here. Whatever happens just give ma a call or leave a message, I never said no to you right? And thanks for everything you did for me, I appreciate it, more than you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkzaPU2aQRI/AAAAAAAABDc/cQG7SNGbRP8/s1600-h/Picture+008.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkzaPU2aQRI/AAAAAAAABDc/cQG7SNGbRP8/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353894013866492178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy Brithday, Marianne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-4419391541955002451?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4419391541955002451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=4419391541955002451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4419391541955002451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4419391541955002451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-marianne.html' title='Happy Birthday Marianne!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkzaO5DUkvI/AAAAAAAABDM/09lmskBYhwU/s72-c/Picture+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7041297606578195052</id><published>2009-06-28T01:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:41:58.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought it was all a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So it's been 3 days after MJ's dead, we truly wish him RIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You'll be in our heart all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My heard for MJ's news was from a funny 'dream' I shall say. Because I'll on my Hi-Fi every night when I sleep so it would keep me company with music all night. So somewhere in the morning, I heard something about Micheal is dead or stuff that announced by the DJ, I thought I was dreaming on that time so I didn't really care or bother to wake up and find out what happened. Around afternoon, I was texting with my friend while driving to college, all the radio stations are playing Micheal's songs like mad. I thought there's must be something wrong with the stations today. What's wrong with all the radio channels??? Then we somehow talk about H1N1 and my friend tells me that MJ is dead. I was like huh? What? Excuse me? Am I looking at the wrong message or it's just my illusion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe I should really get a spec now. But it's true! MJ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So it wasn't a dream at all. The radion did announced that MJ's dead news while I'm sleeping and I heard it with my two ears very clearly. But the weird part is, I've also heard Kanye West is one of the victim of something about H1N1 -..-" I know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After that I was stunned. Not because I'm his fan, but we've lost a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;King of Pop&lt;/span&gt; now. Though he acted weird since all the surgery thingy around him, but he was one of the best singer and dancer in the music industry. Who could really do the exact same moonwalk move like him? The unique of his voice when he sings, no one can replace him for any reason. Anyhow, all we have to do is just to pray that he's in peace now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Life is really unpredictable, we should appreciate every seconds that we've spent and about to spend. So I just did what I wanted to do for long time ago today! What is it? I can't tell XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Why is everyone listening to MJ's songs right now?! Just because he's dead? And why must we only listen to his songs when &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he's dead?? Then what about the time when he's alive??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And Larian Saujana is... errr... fun? Karen, you owe me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, to a great superstar. And our life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh oh! Did I tell you that I dreamed about&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teaching me guitar?!! HAHAHAHAHA... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes I DID&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkZjZdlgtTI/AAAAAAAABCk/sR13QLMeHz8/s1600-h/Michael%2BJackson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkZjZdlgtTI/AAAAAAAABCk/sR13QLMeHz8/s320/Michael%2BJackson.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074496266253618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7041297606578195052?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7041297606578195052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7041297606578195052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7041297606578195052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7041297606578195052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-it-was-all-dream.html' title='I thought it was all a dream...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkZjZdlgtTI/AAAAAAAABCk/sR13QLMeHz8/s72-c/Michael%2BJackson.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5595555229766411367</id><published>2009-06-25T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:19:49.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more hyper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nothing to say. The hyper from yesterday were gone. Back to down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkOip7C6DfI/AAAAAAAABCc/_u1xqehDDeQ/s1600-h/4901_224828490025_890155025_7399802_2881897_n.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkOip7C6DfI/AAAAAAAABCc/_u1xqehDDeQ/s400/4901_224828490025_890155025_7399802_2881897_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351299623354502642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is what I'm talking about...&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/30292917-5595555229766411367?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5595555229766411367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5595555229766411367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5595555229766411367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5595555229766411367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-hyper.html' title='No more hyper...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkOip7C6DfI/AAAAAAAABCc/_u1xqehDDeQ/s72-c/4901_224828490025_890155025_7399802_2881897_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6878783444215539317</id><published>2009-06-25T02:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:02:03.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID WHAT I DREAMED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Great Minds Think Alike" &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Su Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Well, I would say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Minds Do Alike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; too because we practically did the very same thing today. We were actually texting each other while I was stuck in a stupid traffic jam on the way back home. Raining make it worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We were actually talking about Taylor Swift (HAHA! We both are crazy fans I can assure you!) I told her that the radio is playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You Belong With Me&lt;/span&gt; by Taylor, it's a hit now because Taylor performed it in CMT few days ago. She was excited about it and replied me that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Should've Said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; performance is the best. Because of the water fall and the surprise clothes changing on stage were amazing. Then I said I totally agree with her. Go search youtube, it's a really good performance. See, we think alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, she was doing oral today in school. She sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt; by Taylor =) Her teacher was impressed and actually like the song. Hope she did well there. The other hand, I was singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Crazier&lt;/span&gt; by Taylor too, for my presentation today. I performed the whole song just like Taylor did in Hannah's movie. Oooooooh I like the feel man! Even though I messed up some part, bur overall I think I did pretty good. Can be better but I was scared like freak and I almost want to cry out =P I never did this before and the audiences are my lecturer and classmates which I'm not even close with anyone of them,  yet. But still, I like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Hannah Montana movie as my topic, obviously I just change my mind at the very last minute because I wanted to sing a song and basically that's what I can do well on anything. So I just made something up and get to my song. I practiced it at 5am in the morning until 7am. YES I didn't get to sleep much today and I was super hyper! Last night, I told Su Wen that the movie inspired me of something which I wanted to perform my own song on stage one day. Yes my very own song which compose by myself. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; it today!&lt;/span&gt; Not with my own song though, but I believe that my dreams will come true one day. We've got to have hope and faith right? Heh... So yea, the part that I messed up is because I'm freaking nervous and I don't have time to practice more on the song. It's not an excuse I know, but I'm trying to find one now hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I will get the video from my friend tomorrow. Hopefully she upload it today and bring it to me. Ahhh today is really means a lot to me. I never felt this way before. I think I'm going to do it again, it's just a matter of time and depends on where and why am I performing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I like the feel when everyone sing with me. It feels like a mini concert and everybody can sing out&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I FALL IN LOVE WITH MY GUITAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;SuWen: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; thanking me for the paper delivery! I don't wanna answer it anymore! And you were right. We think and do alike X) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I Love You too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkJye5Og5HI/AAAAAAAABCM/5YUDkZw85ug/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkJye5Og5HI/AAAAAAAABCM/5YUDkZw85ug/s320/jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350965182352909426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6878783444215539317?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6878783444215539317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6878783444215539317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6878783444215539317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6878783444215539317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-what-i-dreamed.html' title='I DID WHAT I DREAMED!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkJye5Og5HI/AAAAAAAABCM/5YUDkZw85ug/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1880795289808500086</id><published>2009-06-25T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:02:16.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got dumped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;OK this post is for what happened on tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So I planned to watch 2 movies with 2 of my close friends. But I have to watch the first one alone because they don't like to watch it, which is Hannah Montana. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan of her but because Taylor Swift is appearing for few seconds, I can't missed the chance right? So everything was going right when I watch it, except that I overslept and missed out the begining part. But still I got to watch the shoe fight between Hannah and Tyra =) It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When Taylor's on, I can't help myself but I kept on laughing/smiling. Since there's only 6 people in the cinema, people would think I'm crazy or something XP She actually sang the whole song in the movie! Which is amazing!!! You know? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; *cough cough* Yea just because of that 3 minutes scenes I went to watch the whole show alone *nod nod* If you're a fans of someone, you will be understanding why I did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the movie. Meet up with my two friends. Before the day I was asking my friend what to watch and he said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;. Good choice isn't it? I already told him that it's a horror movie and he's still go with it. "Drag Me To Hell!!!" Excitement huh? But guess what happened? We went in, settle down. Half an hour later, we walked out. Why? Because the girl is scared like hell and the boy asked to leave. What can I do? Say no? Would you say that to your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. We walked out. Don't ask me how I feel that moment because I'm trying to control really hard there. Then we went to MPH, separated. Suddenly got a called, he said wanna fetch the girl go home. I bet you don't wanna know HOW exactly I feel at that very right moment. I'm not blaming anyone here, but what if it happened to you one day? That you are excited and good enough to ask your friends to hang out for movie, and suddenly all comes out ruin your original plan, what would you feel?? Seriously I'm not blaming my friends here but, think about others k? And you don't even give me a single apology call or message. Am I not important to you or what? I know she's on top of your list but I'm the one who asking you out. Should think about how your friends feel right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my cousin's home for work. Not to work actually but somehow I have to finish up my previous job. What a wonderful date huh?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Never hang out with them again if you want to watch a nice yet horror movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkJrDrP8OAI/AAAAAAAABCE/hXJXRCLjL8M/s1600-h/anger.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkJrDrP8OAI/AAAAAAAABCE/hXJXRCLjL8M/s320/anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350957018162935810" 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/30292917-1880795289808500086?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1880795289808500086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1880795289808500086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1880795289808500086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1880795289808500086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-dumped.html' title='I got dumped!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SkJrDrP8OAI/AAAAAAAABCE/hXJXRCLjL8M/s72-c/anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1463119282534390254</id><published>2009-06-17T21:22:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:20:01.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So it's been 2 months since I started my college life. Damn. I miss high school so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;College gives me another level to challenge stuff. Lots of assignments of course, new people new environment, a brand new page in my life. But so far, I enjoyed every minute still...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Plus we are going to switch place to Jaya One. More bigger and nicer. Upgraded facilities and more FOOD! Starbucks + Coffee Bean ^o^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But I still don't know how to go there now T..T Someone please help if you know???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last week we've learned something new. Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SjjurRliDEI/AAAAAAAABBk/Y0LcVjnaJ1w/s1600-h/Yvonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SjjurRliDEI/AAAAAAAABBk/Y0LcVjnaJ1w/s320/Yvonne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286984725072962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My idea and I did it myself. Don't laugh -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Sjjurpav-mI/AAAAAAAABBs/0VRSMrB-iwQ/s1600-h/Swift+Money.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/Sjjurpav-mI/AAAAAAAABBs/0VRSMrB-iwQ/s320/Swift+Money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286991122299490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ok this idea is weird I know, but thanks to Zak he did all the job for me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Another Star Wars II poster which I lazy to upload here haha... Right now I feel freaking excited, don't ask 'cause I don't know the reason why. Maybe Taylor makes my day because she won 2 awards in CMT! Best Video &amp;amp; Best Female Video! Look she's HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SjkAAqIBSAI/AAAAAAAABB8/KWVEQvMFVaU/s1600-h/cmt_music_awards_88523636-x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SjkAAqIBSAI/AAAAAAAABB8/KWVEQvMFVaU/s320/cmt_music_awards_88523636-x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348306043787102210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I looooooooooooove every dresses she wear XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thought I would not wear one.. At least not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;For more pictures and video please visit the site &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh oh there's a new video from Taylor feat T-Pain! Fun and cool! Visit Su Wen's blog =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;CMT over, but TeenChoice coming up! Please please PLEASE vote for Taylor Swift for everything!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Visit the site then create an account &lt;a href="http://www.teenchoiceawards.com/webdev/index.php"&gt;http://www.teenchoiceawards.com/webdev/index.php&lt;/a&gt; and DO vote for her and your favorite one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You can vote it ONCE in EVERYDAY!!! What are you waiting for?!! QUICK!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Move you ass and click the link now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SjkAAUDdosI/AAAAAAAABB0/GExugmcDFs4/s1600-h/cmt_music_awards_88523659-x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SjkAAUDdosI/AAAAAAAABB0/GExugmcDFs4/s320/cmt_music_awards_88523659-x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348306037862408898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ain't she cute?!!&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/30292917-1463119282534390254?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1463119282534390254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1463119282534390254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1463119282534390254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1463119282534390254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-week.html' title='Another week...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SjjurRliDEI/AAAAAAAABBk/Y0LcVjnaJ1w/s72-c/Yvonne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2877621124125455419</id><published>2009-05-26T13:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:17:46.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Computer Graphic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Never stopped giving us assignments do you? "I will torture you guys I tell you!" Ahh well... Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vector portraits done, what's next? 5 types of fonts? Stupid. I know it's a good to train our creativity though. Somehow I just don't like your face even more now, right after you said that sentence -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, let's not waste time on that Mr. Pink. A little update here just for the beauty for my blog &gt;o&lt; though ="P"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But it's fun when you to class and everyone welcoming you once you step in. That's enough for me to cheer up for the day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's fun to hang out with new friends, they are really funny. Well at least for me they are, you know I'm not quite well in social. Even Ivan called me one of the anti-social member =/ I'm not! Just shy and quiet when I don't know the people around me. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;One of the fun thing was Mr. Tan - Presentation Skills lecturer - asked us to write comments about everyone. Just pass the paper around and let others to write down the comments to you. I got very funny stuff. Wanna know? Ask me for it through online ahahahhahahaha! I like it a lot honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just received a message from Feh Fan while typing the last sentence above. He PASSED his driving test! *applause* I replied good for him and congrats. Don't get me wrong, I congrats to myself because no need to fetch him anymore =X&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Feh Fan, I don't care. My car only fit those who cannot drive yet. You're out of my list now XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture of the day @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/ShuIadfO7LI/AAAAAAAABBc/v_BuSL6M90E/s1600-h/354348125_53f3048b36.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/ShuIadfO7LI/AAAAAAAABBc/v_BuSL6M90E/s320/354348125_53f3048b36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340011771351461042" 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/30292917-2877621124125455419?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2877621124125455419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2877621124125455419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2877621124125455419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2877621124125455419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-computer-graphic.html' title='Stupid Computer Graphic...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/ShuIadfO7LI/AAAAAAAABBc/v_BuSL6M90E/s72-c/354348125_53f3048b36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-357575360992220403</id><published>2009-05-06T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:56:04.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Round!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Final round tomorrow! Thanks to Debbie for polishing them today. It really helped a lot. I mean A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Hopefully tomorrow everything will go smooth n fine =) Let's pray for other schools are suck XP I'm bad I know. But who doesn't wish to huh? We're the last team to perform tomorrow, hope the judgers will attract with us more than the others. This explain why sometimes the last team will win =/ The judgers will always remember the last performance in their mind. What? I studied for psychology k? But main is advertising HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Video uploaded on youtube. Feel free to take a view and comments ya. Mistakes and everything are welcome. All we can do now is pray hard to do their best. There's nothing that we can help but them. Champion is just few inches away now, the fate is in their hands, to achieve, or give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Well let's talk about something to cheer up. My classmates are creeeeeeepy~ Today our topic is any topic in our lives. And most of them talked about ghost story. For real, they have been experience it or happened to their friends.  And the freaky thing is, Esther, one of my classmate saw a figure in the toilet which Zak sat next to it. They were like "AHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!!" I was laughing so hard because I don't really scared of those stuff.  Of course I do afraid of ghost, but in story telling time or movie time, I don't really feel the scary thing. I WENT TO THE TOILET RIGHT AFTER THE CLASS END. Some of them even brought pictures t oshow us. Our lecturer purposely switched off the lights. He's damn evil, yet he's cute and funny. We like him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Okay it's not very cheery I guess =X hahaha... Anyway I'm fun to hang out with them. They are friendly to me. At least that's what I think of. Hey I'm innocent @o@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Pray hard will ya? Please... Cheers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-357575360992220403?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/357575360992220403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=357575360992220403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/357575360992220403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/357575360992220403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-round.html' title='Final Round!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6350780177669024838</id><published>2009-05-05T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:12:44.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First task done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's been 3 week for my college life, feels like 3 months, or maybe years. Who say college is very free??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This week is assignment week, seriously I'm confused who's actually in my team. Somehow I managed to finish my first task within 1 night. 12 graphics in 1 night! 1 freaking night!!! It's not perfect obviously, it's suck, but I finished them anyway, so who cares? Assignment only ma... -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But the fun is I'm getting close with my new friends. Though not all of them but most of them are really friendly. Especially a girl name Virginie, I call her V. Speaking of new friends, Zak already have a girlfriend within 3 weeks college started. College huh? Come as fast go even faster. But they are quite cute when they together, we always laugh at them. Andrew and I were always ejek them as we create some scary story according to our 'logical' mind ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm going to get a laptop! But it's only matter of time hahahahhaa... Soon, very soon. But I want a new phone. I wanted to get a new one since last year. I got my own money but mom said don't buy first. Then when, mom? WHEN?!! Never mind... Since I've been waiting for so long, a little longer won't be hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, I'm a shopaholic I know. I'm addicted to starbucks even more now =P And the guy worked there is zuper cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6350780177669024838?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6350780177669024838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6350780177669024838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6350780177669024838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6350780177669024838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-task-done.html' title='First task done...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2209939444548703009</id><published>2009-04-30T02:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:16:05.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Beautiful Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We got in top 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yoooohoooooooooooooooooooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well I should say that I already knew about it. The night before I thought we are good enough to beat the others. Until today, after the competition, I felt like we will definitely be on the top 5 list. Though I didn't stay until the end but it's no surprise that saujana can be the top 5 this year. But seriously I cannot concentrate my studies during classes. I was thinking that what if someone call me in the middle of the class and tell me the news? And I was right! Karen called me during classes. She shouted like hell when she told me the good news. Well I have to say that I'm really really proud of you guys. You guys deserve what you have paid off. I'm just too excited now =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm not going to make a thank-who list here since it's not like my business. But I'm proud to be part of the team. I enjoyed to spent time with you guys today. You guys always give me a hard time yet most fun time after all. Just have to say, THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR EFFORTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We got lot more things to do now. Prepare and polish our mistake, I mean their mistakes, since I'm not a saujanian anymore. Anyway I do hope that we can get the champion this year. We got the chance and I know that you guys can do it. Alright then, let's celebrate this lovely moment! Our first victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I Love You Guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cheers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2209939444548703009?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2209939444548703009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2209939444548703009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2209939444548703009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2209939444548703009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-beautiful-day.html' title='What A Beautiful Day...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6044432532457247929</id><published>2009-04-29T01:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:15:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition makes me high~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I finally started my college life. It wasn't what I expected but it was fine. But to the you the truth, I don't feel like going anymore right after the first day =/ I'm suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, choir competition is on soon. What they receive is what they gave. Honestly, I don't have much hope for them this year. The reason is too easy for you to guess, so I'm not telling =X I hope they won't disappoint me tomorrow, but it's not like I'm the one who get paid or anything, it's their fate and destiny. They control the game, their own game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I won't give up, not so easily. I believe they can get to the top 5. They actually not bad you know? They just haven't get enough experience and the 'procedure' has not being done well this year. Just pray that other team are bad =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know saujana choir pretty well, they always did the best at the end. I'm looking forward to watch their beautiful performance. Even if they didn't get it to top 5, they are always the best for me. Seriously, where can you find a choir team like us? There's only one and the only one, that's us. Always the happy easy going funky choir group. We went crazy when we get high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just hope and pray everything's ok and perfect tomorrow. Top 5 is our target so far, if they get in, national level of course =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know they can do it. Because I feel like I'm part of them all the time. Win or lose, you guys are the best for me. Be confident and keep smiling =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What we want, will do whatever to achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6044432532457247929?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6044432532457247929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6044432532457247929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6044432532457247929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6044432532457247929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/competition-makes-me-high.html' title='Competition makes me high~'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2029949195354913620</id><published>2009-04-04T01:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:18:27.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Intension</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;First of all,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;to Feh Fan. Finally you have become one of us, now all you need is just a driving license and a car. Great dinner though, unfortunately today's topic is not about you. Well... You probably know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's been 10 years we've been best friends. Time really does fly like... ... Well I couldn't think of any right word to fit in, you know what I mean. We're being friends since childhood, same primary school, neighbors for years, until I moved to be with my mother. And I definitely remembered all the time we've spent to play, lucky to have him in my childhood honestly. We always cover each other. Well I should probably say that he's the one who always cover me. That's why I appreciate him so much like a family. He's a really innocence guy, especially when facing girls... The girl that he have a crush on I shall say. He knows how to take care of people, his general knowledge is incredible, at least for me. But most of the time he doesn't know how to deal with things around him. You can say he's stupid or blur, yet you'll think he's very smart thinking. But somehow, it's a disaster for being his friend. You have listen to his crap about his feeling. I kinda enjoy that, in some way. Because I feel like I'm the only one he can trust and rely on, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; is the right word I guess. Being his friend, you have to know what to do next when he's in trouble. What I mean trouble is basicly like when he can't find someone he wants to contact, he will panic. Then this is the time you come out and solve the problem for him. Because he will only call the cell phone, you have to remind him to call the house phone as well. There you go. I'm being like his mother all the time. Teaching a little boy how to deal things in daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Being with a toy for 10 years is easy, but being friends for 10 years? Not everyone in the world can actually do that. Maybe you don't agree, but it's true. There's always new things are fresh than the old things. Can you actually keep a toy for 10 years? Not for me at least. FYI, I always wanted to be a psychologist. I like to study people, read their body language, sometimes face expressions betray their owners. I won't say that I'm good in that, but I do think I know him better than anyone else. I can read his mind. Once he move a step, I know what he's thinking right at the moment. Frankly, he's no good in lying. I KNOW when he's telling the truth and when he's lying to me or the others. He asked why am I always know what he's thinking in his mind, I couldn't give him an answer, because I really don't have one. I JUST know it. That's it. End of the story. In the past 10 years, we did lots of bad things to each other. Never spoke to each other for weeks, or months? But mostly I was the one who talk to him first. 'Cause mostly are my faults, I guess? I just felt guilty. And he forgave me every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But this time, I don't know anymore. Lots of things happened and changed in 10 years. As we growing up and getting older, judging people and storing the negatives are increasing, don't we? Teenage eh? We can always remember what others done to us and do repay or do revenge. Human is complicated. Human being is ridiculous. Human mind is safisticated. Gosh where did I just came out that sentence? Doesn't make any sense at all! Funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe because he is my best friend, I do care about everything happens between us. I can't face him with this, anger. Yet I want to be like the old days. He's always there for me. I share almost everything with him. Happy or sad, sweet or sour. That's what friends for huh? Thanks to Marianne taught me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;People say true friends will do everything for you, it's true you know? Because it really did happened to me. I'm lucky to experience that in my life. Not to say one friend, but those friends who always be with me, they really did a good job. Every night I'll refresh my mind to remember who help me out of trouble and sadness. Seriously, true friend is hard to find. Do appreciate them if you found one, or above. Because I'm in confused situation, being stuck in many ways, I need to tell you my experience. What I've been through wasn't easy. Of course so does everybody else. Not like I'm the only one who suffer on this earth, there's lot more people who suffer more than million times that you can imagine. At least I can still crap about my feelings through here =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Being a 10 years friend, I can study his moves, his mind, share his knowledges, but I never learned how to be a good friend in 10 years time. How pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am still struggling now, hope tomorrow is a different day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Come to think of that, a movie can really helps you to relax for moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SdZb9znmF6I/AAAAAAAABBM/UPe0NlZ3JaQ/s1600-h/confessions-of-a-shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SdZb9znmF6I/AAAAAAAABBM/UPe0NlZ3JaQ/s320/confessions-of-a-shopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541127171250082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Confession Of A Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;is not bad. I like this film a lot. I thought the book is nice too. Should buy some other series. And for that, Feh Fan and Jun Lim think I'm very talented to be one of the shopaholic. Well thanks guys. I like the Shopaholic name. Hey everyone! My new nickname is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne the Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh I'm so prrrrrroud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2029949195354913620?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2029949195354913620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2029949195354913620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2029949195354913620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2029949195354913620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruel-intension.html' title='Cruel Intension'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SdZb9znmF6I/AAAAAAAABBM/UPe0NlZ3JaQ/s72-c/confessions-of-a-shopaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-8070221538792816635</id><published>2009-03-23T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:19:43.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wedding done. It was great, I got drunk =) Feel happy to my brother and touched when they kissed and getting happier in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My cousin went back to Germany too, which mean my aunt is gone as well, but is it a good thing or bad? o..O I miss my cousin as she walked down to the departure way... We both cried, we can't see each other for another few years again. Although she only came here for 2 weeks, but we already knew each other since we were kids, is tough for us to apart like that. Maybe because of we are both in young age and we are real close though she lived in far away from me. The moment she cried, I was trying real hard to control my tears, she told me not to cry because she wants a happy fairwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now I just feel a bit awkward because she's not around anymore. 2 weeks is not long, but it wasn't a short time either. We've been doing things together everyday, we've been talking every night before we sleep. It just tough for me to see her go. But we still can meet each other in future right? Hey send me my pictures k? XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wedding pictures will be upload soon. Now I have to get rest as much as I can. It's been an exhausted weeks for me. I'll be back =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love you Lizzy, you are the best cousin. I'll miss you a lot here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S.: Taylor's Love Story MV is good hor? ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-8070221538792816635?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8070221538792816635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=8070221538792816635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8070221538792816635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8070221538792816635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-gone.html' title='Finally Gone...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-882745334813609247</id><published>2009-03-19T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:21:26.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Busy Week &gt;=|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My brother is getting married on this saturday and a lot of things going on.. I'm really exhausted. Plus my aunt, she never stop annoying. Now I understand why my cousin always fight with her, almost all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Been busy with working stuff and my brother's wedding day, how I wish I can separate my body for them and do all the things at the same time, then I can finish them in one day that should have take me 2 weeks to prepare. God! Not like I'm getting married?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have to squeeze my schedule for my work, wedding preparation, aunt's daily schedule all into 2 weeks, as in EVERYDAY. Yup I'm still working on sunday, and I have to wake up at 8 and sleep at 2 something, in the morning. Yes you can say I'm lazy or whatever, but I honestly don't like to deal with that. I don't mind to work everyday, I don't mind to prepare everything for the wedding day, but seriously to my aunt, I rather stay at my boss's home. At least I can finish my work on time and I get to have a tiny little time for me to do my own things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh choir, you're on your own now. I really don't have the time for you guys, I'm so sorry. Of course Feh Fan will be helping, just without me there &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*though I know I'm not important at all* &lt;/span&gt;But still, work hard guys! Competition is near around, and you don't want to miss the chance! Choir future is on your hand. Err... Well not like I'm the mother of choir. Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes I am whining now. I mean it. E.V.E.R.Y single word I said. Well... Maybe just a few. I don't care. Back to my work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hope to see my friends soon. Though I met few of them these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: I still haven't get my result yet because i went to Thailand. Not in perpose but I have no choice. Seriously. Save me from hell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;TAYLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-882745334813609247?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/882745334813609247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=882745334813609247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/882745334813609247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/882745334813609247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-busy.html' title='Really Busy Week &gt;=|'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-877146753803840629</id><published>2009-03-09T14:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:52:54.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My aunt from Germany is going to be here like... Couple of hours away... God I know this march is not going to be easy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Results + aunt = DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gonna spend most of my time for my aunt and cousin. The worst month in my life. Sigh... My cousin can't get Taylor's album for me. How could that happened??!!! Sorry Su Wen T..T&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try other way, I don't care how! No matter what I must get her album! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; albums!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SbS6vcGIVAI/AAAAAAAABA8/jUpnTfTGoEA/s1600-h/61McsadO1OL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SbS6vcGIVAI/AAAAAAAABA8/jUpnTfTGoEA/s320/61McsadO1OL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311075184735179778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SbS626xaCeI/AAAAAAAABBE/qVN_FmdR07U/s1600-h/00017977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SbS626xaCeI/AAAAAAAABBE/qVN_FmdR07U/s320/00017977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311075313228843490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-877146753803840629?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/877146753803840629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=877146753803840629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/877146753803840629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/877146753803840629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/nightmares-begin.html' title='Nightmares begin...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SbS6vcGIVAI/AAAAAAAABA8/jUpnTfTGoEA/s72-c/61McsadO1OL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-866309016937934870</id><published>2009-02-14T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:02:11.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just got back from mid valley with friends, not celebrate for valentines but we just plan to walk around and movie. They watched Eden Lake, a horror movie I guess? I didn't watch because I don't like it. But seriously, mid valley is a hit place to meet your friends, whether they're close to you or not, you can just simply seen any similar faces in every corner. I met Ann Na and Ann Nie, obviously what do you think they were there huh? Haha... Then I met Park Leng and Weng Ban, Sin Yee and her BF, Jie Hao and his gang, Pik Chee as well. Speaking of Ann Na, actually I have a feeling to call her when I reached there but I stopped, because I think she probably busy today, valentine's day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;... But somehow I saw her and her sis walking around. What a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We ate dinner at YoYo Snack. Yea where else we can think of? We, I mean THEY talked about girls obviously, looking around to see some pretty ladies. But we also talked about some crazy stuff, I nearly choked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bought some stuff which requested by friends, but can't think of any present to buy for others. Sorry pal, I'm out of idea this year T..T Got vanilla ice-blended from coffee bean. Yes I know starbucks better, Su Wen. But it's near MPH, I lazy to walk to the other side XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So this is my valentines day, every year the same. I enjoy being single =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But still wish my friends couple friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Valentines&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-866309016937934870?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/866309016937934870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=866309016937934870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/866309016937934870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/866309016937934870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-8621823757384375615</id><published>2009-02-10T04:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:12:18.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy Awards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey so I was talking about grammy yesterday, not exciting as I expected, but few performance are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Of course first come Taylor and Miley's duet the best for me. They sang 'Fifteen' which wrote by Tay, different kind of thing from the original, I like it. Then Katy Perry sang 'I Kissed A Girl', I don't like that song honestly, not my type XP Plus I already watched her performing this song couple of times so... Yea.. Carrie Underwood's performance great. Though my eyes only on the lead guitarist which is a woman. Wow her skill damn geng! Adele's Chasing Pavements, I used to like that song but then Taylor came in and I'm addicted to her songs recently, been practicing like hell. The whole show was quite boring for me, if you watched it would've agree with me. One of my favorite part is the red carpet moment, though not a big fan of fashion but I found some of them wearing funny costumes, but Taylor looks great! =P Like her hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay I watched the show 3 times today. Yea what the hell right? Haha... Have to catch Taylor's chords ma... Hahaha... SMS Su Wen while watching the show like non-stop, we both went crazy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Taylor ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa... Sleeping problem again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a digital camera!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-8621823757384375615?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8621823757384375615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=8621823757384375615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8621823757384375615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8621823757384375615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/grammy-awards.html' title='Grammy Awards...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5636542428322755402</id><published>2009-02-06T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:03:30.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAYLOR SWIFT hurt my fingers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes she did! She twist my fingers! They are now stick with plasters and it's so painful when you tear them. What? What are you thinking of? I was talking about her songs la! Hahahahaha... Gotcha! Her song chords are so damn hard to play because mostly my fingers not long enough for the chord. Sad eh? But still I complete my mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I finished Teardrops On My Guitar and Love Story which she play solo and they're different from playing with the band or search from the net. I watched almost all the videos on youtube about these songs. It took me 3 days to look for the right chords T..T Okay I know what you're thinking, but once I want to do it I'll get it done no matter it takes how long to finish it. Since this week I got nothing to do so I thought this is the only thing I can do. 4 hours straight everyday =/ Yea I know I'm one of the crazy type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;TOMG was easy one. It only took half day to learn it. But LS... uuurrgghh... 'Cause those vids always zoom in and out, it was so annoying and it makes me want to stab the camera guy/girl with my guitar. Wait, did I say my guitar? No way! Hmm... Maybe my stapler? .............  Anyway, 90% percent of that song I've learned, and the 10%? Ask the camera guy/girl. If you so damn like to zoom in why don't just stand infront of Taylor and look at her whatever the way you like? Okay my bad. But I'm better now XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, how was your CNY holiday? Got rich with your collection? Hahaha... To tell you the truth I still haven't open mine yet. Well it's kind of like my tradition, everyear I'll have to wait 15 days (Chap Goh Mei) to open my angpao. So just few days to go, plus the grammy awards  is going to be live at 9am! I can watch it while open my angpao ^0^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Right now I'm so into Taylor's songs, gonna buy her album once it release in M'sia. Err... Together with her first album. Hahaha.. Yup I didn't buy the first one because I'm not a big fan of her at that time. But now... She's my number 2 favourite singer. Of corse Avril still come first and Katy Perry is 3rd. I realize all my favourite singers can play guitar and piano @..@ Sometimes I wonder is it why I like them?! Weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;P.S: Su Wen, I changed the lyrics for you. Can't wait for your birthday to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5636542428322755402?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5636542428322755402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5636542428322755402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5636542428322755402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5636542428322755402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='TAYLOR SWIFT hurt my fingers!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-8990532073419607458</id><published>2009-01-16T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:25:33.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don't bother the title, I just couldn't think of any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Went to school on thursday. It changed a lot. Well at lease I can see three poles used to be on stage has been moved to the ground. And the canteen is more colourful now. People changed too. I saw Eugene and Andrew at canteen, I thought they are in form 3 now -.-" I asked them why they didn't go for prefect meeting o..O Oh well... Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;No school for now, feels like something missing in my life. You might say you rather stay at home than school, but for me I can go to school and meet my friends and have a little fun. I can do whatever I want and go wherever I want. In rules of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, met up some friends there, looks like most of them are still not in the mood for school. As Char Lie complaint that morning session is not fun at all. Marianne said it's tiring. Well girls, you still have to deal with it. At least you're in school, even though I know you don't like school hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Still waiting for ns to confirm. Lazy to chase them everyday, if they still don't inform me I assume I don't need to go then XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Decorated the house with mom. Friends said wanna visit during CNY. But I wanted to visit them more. For ang pau! Nah... Just kiding. Well... Maybe eensy tipsy bit =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am so addicted to Buffy The Vampire Slayer now since Astro gave 2 free channels for new year. I am so gonna buy the dvd for the whole show. Don't ask why, I'm just interested in vampires and super-power-hero yet human look stuff. Except for Twilight. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Back off Karen, back off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But somehow me and Karen and Anna called ourselves the Twilight Angels.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Don't laugh T.T*&lt;/span&gt; I know it's stupid but I finds it funny. We always make fun with it because we use our 'boyfriends' to make jokes. Karen's with Emmett, Anna's with Edward, me? With a guy pain in the ass, Jasper. We're lame I know -.-" But life would be boring without jokes isn't it? Then why don't we make something funny and make our lives better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't care, I must go visit everyone of you &lt;del&gt;for ang pau!&lt;/del&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-8990532073419607458?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8990532073419607458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=8990532073419607458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8990532073419607458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8990532073419607458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/schools-out.html' title='school&apos;s out!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6717276491740457787</id><published>2009-01-01T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:52:31.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2008 already gone and don't be regret for what you've done. Just move on to 2009 will ya? Have a great start for everything! Everything is new now, your clothes, shoes, people and friends, yourself. Look forward for your future and have fun with it. Chinese new year coming soon and I hope you will get many ang pau as you can. Of course must myself must collect more than last year XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6717276491740457787?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6717276491740457787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6717276491740457787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6717276491740457787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6717276491740457787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7213908703371340203</id><published>2008-12-24T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:51:37.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is coming to town~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1 hour to go... Have you hang the big socks thingy in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Santa may not coming nor be real but it's christmas tradition. C'mon everybody, let's have some fun shall we? Party or something.. At least countdown for it even you're staring at your computer screen. Me no celebrate christmas but normally dinner with friends or family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Will be watching tv at home tonight. Yea boring I know. Every of my family members went out with friends. Me alone at home watching CSI T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyhow me still wish ya'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;. Enjoy and have fun yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7213908703371340203?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7213908703371340203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7213908703371340203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7213908703371340203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7213908703371340203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is coming to town~'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2866123915863109189</id><published>2008-12-22T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:52:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas approaching... and I'm not excited with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Time flies really fast eh? Christmas is only 2 days away... Our earth is 1 year older again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I felt very lazy to update my blog now. Even in holiday, I just don't have the mood and the time to update, but I pretty much spent my time online XP So as I said, christmas coming soon. I went to some place to buy presents for a friend because she's gonna have a party on christmas eve. Tak kan you want me to bring nothing to visit people's house right? Maybe going malacca during or after christmas with cousins. Yep the second time in this month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Went to settle my NS stuff before I went to buy prezzies. That guy was so nice to us that he explained a lot on what we asked. Thank you. I know what you are thinking, am I going ns or not? Well at this moment, I can't tell anything yet because have to call them again after 2 weeks the first badge depart. But the percentage is 80% =) Sarawak will be. Let's pray they lost my forms =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;People asked me why am I so moody these days. It's because I'm really mad with someone now. I just found out something that I think I deserve it more than he did. What's so great about him? Everyone worship him like his slave. I hate that kind of people, just make me feel sick. I hate the way you act, I hate the way you disturbing my life, I hate the way you always interrupt me and my friends, I hate the way you treat me different that others, I hate you lied, I hate the way you jokes, I hate the way you speak, I hate the way you treat my close friends, I hate you always comes to whoever close to me and hurt them, I hate you everything. You're a fucking bloody faker that I've ever seen in my life. I just hate you. VERY much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A guy like you doesn't even deserve to be love by her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She owe you nothing but to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never treat someone too nice. They probably will not even remember what you did or sacrifice for them.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not mean but it's true and it's reality. I am very disappointed with people now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ust don't find me unless urgent and important, don't find me until I tell you to. You can leave your message but it depends on me to reply or not. Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2866123915863109189?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2866123915863109189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2866123915863109189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2866123915863109189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2866123915863109189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-approaching-and-im-not-excited.html' title='X&apos;mas approaching... and I&apos;m not excited with it'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-797300384683320335</id><published>2008-12-11T06:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:53:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS CRAZY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know why, i couldn't sleep these days. See, i'm posting this at 7am inthe morning -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I kept awake from my sweet dreams on tuesday night. I was slept at 12.30am that night, suddenly i woke up and i thought it's already morning or maybe afternoon. But when i looked at the clock, it was only 3.55am. OK so i went back to sleep and then wake up again, 4.35am. I keep waking up in each hour which i felt like already sleep for 9 hours o..O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today, i watched movie until 5am &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oops!&lt;/span&gt; Then finally decided to sleep, but my eyes are not listening to me. I woke up for 3 times between 5am and 7am, and now here i am, blogging XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I felt like playing my guitar in this hour =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What's wrong with me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-797300384683320335?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/797300384683320335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=797300384683320335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/797300384683320335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/797300384683320335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-crazy.html' title='THIS IS CRAZY!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3110166253525374498</id><published>2008-12-02T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:53:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im gonna be FREE soon XP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sooooooooooo............. Few more hours to go... And then i'll be FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last paper tomorrow- ekonomi asas. Been studying since last month. But still cannot remember a thing. How sad eh? Anyway i know you won't believe me, so let's just see on the results day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm going to be free soon, seriously i'm not excited about it at all. Just pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Never forgot the feeling right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3110166253525374498?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3110166253525374498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3110166253525374498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3110166253525374498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3110166253525374498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-gonna-free-soon-xp.html' title='im gonna be FREE soon XP'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-4402075670788285676</id><published>2008-12-01T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:53:41.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Account...? what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OK account paper tomorrow, i don't really give a damn -..-" Me no interested on account for my beautiful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But i still have to attend for exam, well... SPM ma, very BIG leh... OK i sounds very LaLa here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wonder what will teacher react tomorrow when i hand in my paper XP Wow... Gonna record it... If i can =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good luck people! 2 more to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-4402075670788285676?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4402075670788285676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=4402075670788285676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4402075670788285676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4402075670788285676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/account-what.html' title='Account...? what?'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3581377179233349902</id><published>2008-11-25T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:09:34.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY I CAN WALK NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yea finally. I can touch my precious computer since last night T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sorry for those who message me but i never reply. I've been car accident last tuesday. Y-u-p after my moral paper -..-" No worries i'm healed now. Well at least i can walk and sit. ONLINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't really want to explain it here. Just an info to tell those who knows about it that i'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thank you for your concern. See you guys in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*EDIT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WASN'T THE DRIVER AT THAT TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3581377179233349902?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3581377179233349902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3581377179233349902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3581377179233349902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3581377179233349902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-i-can-walk.html' title='HEY I CAN WALK NOW!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2585476751954798851</id><published>2008-11-14T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:05:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM - Day 2 n 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Day 2~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;English was ok. General knowledge actually, but about the literature, it did not turns out what i read -..-" Oh whatever... I still have my essay. I wrote what i can remember from my mind. Been thinking am i still in the topic o..O Well... Not that bad i can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;History SUCK! Well, I suck. My mind was blank when i first look at the questions. But anyway, i did my best. Maybe an C or an D? Or is it an F? Hey E comes first isn't it? And because the rules stated that you can only come out half an hour after the paper started and before 15 minutes it ends. We've been saying that will meet at the canteen after half an hour @..@ But i didn't 'keep my words'. I was out after 1 hour 5 minutes. Sorry fellas, it's SPM! I can't give up just like that. I wrote what i remembered although lots of them are not quite related to the questions XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Day 3~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mathematics. Seriously i got no hope on it. My calculations always bad. What to do... What makes me feel interesting is what time will my friends come out from the room ^o^ Emily and i been laughing when we heard some sound. Packing sound, talking, footsteps.. Cause we know that they are out from the room and ready to go home. So punctual... Why can't you guys keep that attitude when we're out for dates? How la you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Next paper on monday. Science. Quite easy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I want to say something here as for my birthday present. Thank you Feh Fan for your guitar necklace. It really look like there one from Avril. I like it very much. Thank you Choy Meng for your ciggar. Don't get me wrong even though i'm 18 now. It's a chocolate ciggar everyone. Plus i hate smoking. Very. Hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say NO/TAK NAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2585476751954798851?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2585476751954798851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2585476751954798851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2585476751954798851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2585476751954798851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-day-2-n-3.html' title='SPM - Day 2 n 3'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5793630582867979802</id><published>2008-11-11T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:47:29.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Malay still consider ok. For the first question which is rumusan, i recopy 104 words in last 3 minutes. I am THIS close that i'll screw my paper 2. Oh by the way, i am already screw both subjects for today. Ah well, there's nothing i can do about it right now. Just pray that i'll pass for my malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For history? I bet you'll be shock when you see my results. I've never felt like this before. I don't even know what's the question asking about? I did study! Like a week before, i studied everyday in school just for history. But when i look at the paper today? God damn it i barely can remember what i studied. I am so gonna open my brain and throw it away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;English and history, again, tomorrow. English for me is easier than malay, but NOT necessary will pass. Cause it's really 360 degree different than what we had before. Especially the novel part which i always fluck at it. And let's see how many words i can write in the answer sheet. Want a bet? I can give you all my Avril's merchandise if i write more than 10 words for history. Oh yea i mean it, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday to Chi Yan! Present next year as i promised today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5793630582867979802?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5793630582867979802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5793630582867979802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5793630582867979802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5793630582867979802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-day-1.html' title='SPM - Day 1'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7102323245119229032</id><published>2008-11-10T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:54:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally has come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Few hours to prepare my very important war. And i'm still blogging -..-" Anyway, just to write down the feelings about this moment for myself to read in the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nervous? Honestly not really. 'Cause i know i'm going to flunk my exams anyway. I'm always negative i know. I won't give any hope for it because i'm afraid i'll break down when i receive my results. All i know is try my very best even though i'm not going to sleep and just to memorize 2 history text books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;People said i'm always stress up myself. Am i? I mean who don't? It's just depends how you feel about this. For me, this is very important because it's the proof for myself that i did study, it's the proof that i can show to my mom that i did study and not wasting my time. Everyone says just do it and don't think about what will you get for results. Honestly how many percent of students can do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry i bitched a lot here. I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Malay and history for tomorrow. Study hard girl study hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, i guess i better off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Good luck to all SPM participants, and to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1 hour left to...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7102323245119229032?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7102323245119229032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7102323245119229032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7102323245119229032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7102323245119229032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-has-come.html' title='finally has come...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-26383337137298529</id><published>2008-11-07T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:35:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's been 6 years. I can't believe that it's my turn to leaving school now. Don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to say the school is good but still, i've been through a lot in school within 6 years. Not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Of course you'll say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Come back to school and visit us whenever you want lor!"&lt;/span&gt; But serious what for? You have to go back to class right after assembly, so you want me to sitting in the canteen and really 'look' at you? But anyhow, i will go back if any necessary. Plus now we got high teachnology for us to use to contact each other right? But still, hard feelings can't hide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can still remember when i first stepped in to school. First impression was it's big, if you compare to my primary school Yoke Nam. Not really nice cause i didnt take a great look that time, i was really really shy when i was a kid. Don't believe? I won't say a word eventhough i know that person. People will think i don't understand what they're trying to say because all i did was just little smile at them and then look down to the floor. Yea that was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Until i become a high school student, life changed. Everything is not simple for you and definitely not like primary anymore. I remembered the first day assembly, i followed the islam and pray -..-" Don't laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was really innocent that time, i don't talk, don't know what teachers say, don't know nor understand a thing. But then i changed, mostly cause of my classmates. I'm kinda easy to influence by my friends. That was when i'm in remove year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Form 1, i became a prefect. I was really nervous because i don't like to face teacher face to face, ALONE! Pn.Cheah was the teacher who interviewed me. She kept smiling and that makes me felt she's freaky. But who knows today she's my 'so-called-Godmother' in school. Just like Choy Meng got Pn.Paramjit, Feh Fan got Pn.Zarina. Thanks to her for chosen me, i hope i didn't let her down as i promised. And because i used to be close with her daughter Jocelyn, i went to her house during CNY, she gave me angpau and i never forget that scence. Then me and my friends played some games there, we drank beer ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Form 2, is the most happy year for me because we choir won the champion represent KL to national level. We went to Malacca, although we lost but we still have fun there. We didn't really have any big hope for it actually, we were excited because we get to have experience and see what other team can possibly do. That was the best experience in my life. Inspired me a lot of things since then. Getting to know more and more friends since i was a 'emo' kid? It feels great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Form 3, PMR year. I was in the worst class i ever in. Classmates suck, teachers suck, everthing just not right. The most unlucky year for me because a lot of bad things happened to me. Thanks to Ivan, he really did a lot to me. Lucky to have him that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Form 4, all i remember is skipping classes, A LOT. Teachers always complaint that we're not in class and this and that. I break rules for the first time, well at least i break my own record, never enter class like... 3 days straight? 8 of us always can be found in Bilik Disiplin for doing 'duty'. Hey they dragged me! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Of course have mention about the afternoon session, i've never be that close with any before. Especially form 1, they were so innocent that we always bullied them. Well let's say, my friends always did that, NOT me. I was always helped the youngers until the my friends thought the youngers are my family or relatives o..O I just hate some people that always bully others but they actually love to be friends with the 'victims'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Finally form 5. Really mean a lot to me. Great memories floating in my mind. I always laughed to myself when i think back until my friends thought i'm crazy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Eh you ok ar? Why laugh to yourself suddenly??"&lt;/span&gt; I don't need to explain because they will always gives the same answer or the same look to me. But afterall, i'm going to leave the school very soon. The most unacceptable is i can't imagine that i'm leaving my friends here. As you know, i had a huge groups of friends, 3/4 of them are younger than me, well, you know what i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Time flies really really fast, i can't catch up with it. I still have many things that i would love to do with my friends, but seems that i don't have the chance anymore. I cannot push away things that i've always been involved. Not responsility, but the passion i gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I would love to thank all my friends here but seems like the time don't allow me to do because it's already 2am now! So i just roughly type few of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;First of all, thanks to all the form 5's. Really did spent a great time with you all. Hope we can still keep in touch in the fututre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Second, choir members, hope you guys will do well without us. I know you can and you will. Just keep on your energy and push it to the top. Don't forget to inform me if you get the champion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Third, i'd like to thank afternoon session. Without you guys, my life will be boring and if i can't find a way to have fun i will die. CHOI! haha... Anyway, really really appreciate what you did. I will never forget the time we spent together. Glad to meet ya'll before i leave the school or i'll be very regret if i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Next, thanks to all the teachers of course. Thank you for tolerating us for so many years. I know it's uneasy for but you know we appreaciate what you did to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last but not least, to my veggie friends and afternoon session girls, you know who you are, thanks for being my friends. I hope i didn't get you into any trouble heh... Just please don't forget that we used to sleep together in camp. And i miss the day we ice-skating. I didn't fall at all! We'll get to watch Avril together next time. Cam whore or something eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I used to think what are the former form 5's feels when they leave school. Now i truly understand. Friends and school for 6 years. Not long enough but not short for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Goodbye and farewell my friends. Take good care of yourself and be good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Good luck and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-26383337137298529?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/26383337137298529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=26383337137298529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/26383337137298529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/26383337137298529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/6-years.html' title='6 Years...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6192814928030523420</id><published>2008-10-26T04:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:51:33.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want the most now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Suddenly have a feeling to blog about this... And i really really desperate want this so bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQOKk_lq0nI/AAAAAAAAAs8/BgyDUoyfYZc/s1600-h/avril-lavigne-218.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQOKk_lq0nI/AAAAAAAAAs8/BgyDUoyfYZc/s320/avril-lavigne-218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261201157848224370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Not her la! The guitar i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But not bad if i can have her too XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQOKE7ZCuRI/AAAAAAAAAss/_870vMYw-jk/s1600-h/526058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQOKE7ZCuRI/AAAAAAAAAss/_870vMYw-jk/s320/526058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261200606965709074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh man ain't this cool??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQOKE7KxteI/AAAAAAAAAs0/EmZMcSjA0gw/s1600-h/avrilguitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQOKE7KxteI/AAAAAAAAAs0/EmZMcSjA0gw/s320/avrilguitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261200606905873890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One day... I'm going to get this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One day... i'm going to play this guitar with Avril =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ahh... What a dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6192814928030523420?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6192814928030523420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6192814928030523420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6192814928030523420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6192814928030523420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/suddenly-have-feel-to-blog-about-this.html' title='what i want the most now...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQOKk_lq0nI/AAAAAAAAAs8/BgyDUoyfYZc/s72-c/avril-lavigne-218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6376258792448562670</id><published>2008-10-25T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:18:18.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>potato grown up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SUWEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Potato 1 year older now.. HAHAH&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQIHmWhX0tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tvp3vvVtDsQ/s1600-h/SPMrPotatoHead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQIHmWhX0tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tvp3vvVtDsQ/s320/SPMrPotatoHead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260775670184137426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hope you'll do well in your exams and find your so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ul mate ^o^  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQIHlwxgtQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/btHikF6BvM4/s1600-h/Picture+104.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/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQIHlwxgtQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/btHikF6BvM4/s320/Picture+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260775660051281154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Enjoy your day and have fun! I'm going to grab potato chips now XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Twilight crazy fan girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Hao Ying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6376258792448562670?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6376258792448562670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6376258792448562670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6376258792448562670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6376258792448562670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/potato-grown-up.html' title='potato grown up...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SQIHmWhX0tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tvp3vvVtDsQ/s72-c/SPMrPotatoHead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-4926912710720164688</id><published>2008-10-17T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:13:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why are we still need to go to school where there's nothing to do? -..-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last night, i was thinking about "Should i go to school today? Exam wei... No good if absent... But... It's only pra-spm! Not really important and plus, it's only 1 paper for each subject... HOW?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yea i know i'm not a good student, whatmore a prefect? A retired one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But seriously, who wants to go to school in these days?? You see, not even half of the art stream students attend for the exam today. Lots of them don't even know there's exam for today -..-" Geng mou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, prefects dinner night tomorrow, no doubt that i can't attend cause of some stuff. Sorry guys, but felt disappoint with the form 5 cause i heard there's only 4 or 5 people confirmed to go. WTF right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyhow, good luck to those are performing, enjoy the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pss! Heard that there will be a surprise for you guys ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-4926912710720164688?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4926912710720164688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=4926912710720164688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4926912710720164688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4926912710720164688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-are-we-still-need-to-go-to-school.html' title='why are we still need to go to school where there&apos;s nothing to do? -..-&quot;'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3495369133656354497</id><published>2008-09-26T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:28:52.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 23th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;September 27th, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday is few hours away.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea Malaysia time i know -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But anyway, still wish her Happy Birthday here. Ya know i'm so crazy about her now, even more than ever ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SNzE1DqQbaI/AAAAAAAAArs/S7D0prGVEwc/s1600-h/4706480_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SNzE1DqQbaI/AAAAAAAAArs/S7D0prGVEwc/s400/4706480_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250287681401810338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Good show in every concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SNzFcTBCf5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/KV_E7LuSzQg/s1600-h/P8292177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SNzFcTBCf5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/KV_E7LuSzQg/s400/P8292177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250288355538796434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my.. So so miss that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When are we going to meet each other? hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3495369133656354497?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3495369133656354497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3495369133656354497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3495369133656354497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3495369133656354497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-23th.html' title='HAPPY 23th!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SNzE1DqQbaI/AAAAAAAAArs/S7D0prGVEwc/s72-c/4706480_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1739368004854477115</id><published>2008-09-22T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:52:39.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think before you say anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Not like you even try to help me, so why don't you mind your own business and leave me alone here? I know I'm not good in counting, not as smart like your ass, but I did try my best k? I wanted to do it well too, but you don't even give me a fucking chance. Fuck off and go be your so-called God-in-Counting and I don't give a damn. It's my business not yours. Fuck off and get out of my face.&lt;br /&gt;I say it and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1739368004854477115?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1739368004854477115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1739368004854477115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1739368004854477115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1739368004854477115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-before-you-say-anything.html' title='think before you say anything'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1150910806601584051</id><published>2008-08-30T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:02:25.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVRIL LAVIGNE ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As you already know, i just came back from the best damn tour by Avril Lavigne. It was amazing! She's sexy, hot, rocks, beautiful, talented and everything! OMFG! I'm totally in love with her!!! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pictures will be upload on next post. Well, it's like 2400+ , how long do you expect me to upload them? It's gonna take me few days to upload, maybe i'll cut some, but all the shots are nice (according to my friends la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sadly, no video, 'cause my freaking camera don't know why keep on vibrating and can't even take a nice shot. Something's wrong with my cam, shoot! But still, nothing can stop me to enjoying the show. From the begining to the end, i shouted like mad. Karen and Tsing Yie was like giving me a weird stare. Hahahaha... But seriously, it's never been better that this!Avril is a rock star! You just can't deny that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Details will with the pictures. Now i'm going to dream about the concert. Toora~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1150910806601584051?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1150910806601584051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1150910806601584051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1150910806601584051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1150910806601584051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/avril-lavigne-rocks.html' title='AVRIL LAVIGNE ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3206539948206378267</id><published>2008-08-28T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:34:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT VIP FOR AVRIL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OMFG! I got VIP ticket for Avril's concert! I'm so freaking excited now! I can't wait for it, and i bet i can't sleep tonight XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, i'm wondering who am i giving my tickets to? I bought a 338 but now i got VIP, damn -..-" Anyone please help me to buy? Half price would help =) I have to sell it to get back my money! At least half of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Still dragging my friends to teman me go, i got extra here.. Anyone interested? Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;YOOOOHOOOOO~~~ AVRIL AVRIL AVRIL!!! I LOVE YOU!!! YOU RULES THE WORLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3206539948206378267?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3206539948206378267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3206539948206378267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3206539948206378267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3206539948206378267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-vip-for-avril.html' title='I GOT VIP FOR AVRIL!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6114469190516232383</id><published>2008-08-24T04:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:12:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY~ iT's StIlL gOiNg On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avril's concert is back again! Yoohoo~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The concert has been approved and confirmed that will be going on on the same date. So freaking excited man! Can't wait for that day to come. Finally, i got my ticket from PY. Anyone going to the show? Inform me and we could go together, since i have no one to go with and no transport -..-" Yes, you're probably thinking that why the hell that i still buy for the ticket but no transport?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1: I can go by taxi or something. Or maybe ask my mom to fetch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2: If any of my friend is going then we can go by taxi or maybe ask someone to fetch us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3: It's AVRIL LAVIGNE man!!! How can i miss this chance?!! I already missed MTV Awards T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4: Err... I'll add in if i get somemore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've been crazy about her these days. Search for her video in youtube until 3am @..@ And all of them are the same thing, a small part that she plays drum in concert in different country. It's exactly the same song that i'm actually learning now, just found out 2 days ago, it drives me insane! Just getting more excited, higher and higher, and more higher! Hahahahaha... Seriously, gotta learn finish the song before going to her concert. Maybe she'll invite me to play for me? Who knows? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Yea dream on.. But at least the dream makes me feel happy than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Practices, studies, homework, Hari Koko, concert, trials.. They are coming nearer second by second, honestly i never even touch my book during holidays. The concert probably will be the last chance for me to have fun. Must really work harder to catch up my studies, or my mom will screw me very very deadly. Nah... Me don't wanna malukan myself also wad. heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You guys must work harder too ya. We go through this together shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Have a nice day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: nah! i changed my layout adi. no complain anymore. don't simply spam my cbox please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6114469190516232383?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6114469190516232383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6114469190516232383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6114469190516232383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6114469190516232383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-its-still-going-on.html' title='YAY~ iT&apos;s StIlL gOiNg On...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2280764910874119580</id><published>2008-08-20T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:34:02.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fUcK PAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OK... Firstly, i don't really want to update my blog because i'm a bit lazy, alright fine, i'm VERY lazy to update. But now, i can't stand anymore! About the Avril's concert in Malaysia. Plus, at least something to update in here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Whoever don't know what i'm talking about please refer to Shye Wei's blog or newspapers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I mean, how could they do that?!! Postpone a rock star concert?!! NO WAY! I already bought the ticket and looking forward to it and now you're telling me this bloody news?? You all don't have your own idol? Don't mind me, what are they wearing then? Scarf from the head and long sleeves shirt and long pants? Maybe you need gloves to cover the hands until you can't see any part of the body except the eyes? Well you can wear sunglasses if you want. But what the hell?!! What are you guys were thinking? Since when you see Avril is wearing a bikini? Or short skirt that can see through or whatever? Do you ever see that before?! Do you?!! Go search google if you don't believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bloody hell...  I mean, you can canceled Beyonce's or fined 10000 ringgit from Pussycat Dolls but NOT Avril Lavigne! I'm not trying to be selfish here but, think about it. People said Malaysia is an open country, trying to catch up the others from whatever ways... But look at this! Malaysia will never improve. NEVER! FUCK the PAS! Fuck whoever giving this brilliant idea! I bet their idols are came from must-not-wear-sexy country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No wonder Malaysia politics always fight. This is why the non-stop war keep going on and on. This is why Malaysian migrate to somewhere else but not staying in here. Who wants to stay here if there's no freedom to choose what they want to do? What will the people from another place think of us? Just because of the Islam then we have to postpone a concert for them, just because of the independence day we have to wait for another day to watch a concert. Isn't this unfair? No wonder Malaysia got so many parties... You know party? MCA, MIC, UMNO? Now we got PAS. Great aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why do you think the clothes will not suitable for us? We wanted to see the real person not the clothes. We wanted to listen and enjoy the night with our idol, don't you get it? Half of the tickets are sold, if it's not suitable for teens then why do their parents let them to buy? And there's lots of adults bought the tickets too! How can you explain this? I bet your family members wanted to watch the show like us, but the only thing is you are the one who stop them to go. Think before you do, so-called Malaysians...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pheeeew... I'm done with my anger now. But i do hope they will not cancel the concert, because postpone it is already a stupid mistake they have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyhow, i still can't wait for the concert! AVRIL ROCKS! Booo PAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2280764910874119580?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2280764910874119580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2280764910874119580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2280764910874119580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2280764910874119580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-pas.html' title='fUcK PAS!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2662558752405253466</id><published>2008-07-03T00:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:34:16.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flying so fast that i don't want it to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday Marianne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Have a nice and peace year. Enjoy your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;from your personal assistant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2662558752405253466?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2662558752405253466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2662558752405253466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2662558752405253466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2662558752405253466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-flying-so-fast-that-i-dont-want-it.html' title='time flying so fast that i don&apos;t want it to...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5090668374825640773</id><published>2008-06-30T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:34:31.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gAmBaTeH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Exam lu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good luck to all the form 5. Study hard yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good luck to someone who need to do oral with pn.paramjit tomorrow. I'll pray hard for you. Do well in your test ok? All the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5090668374825640773?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5090668374825640773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5090668374825640773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5090668374825640773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5090668374825640773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/gambateh.html' title='gAmBaTeH!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5867444296602635582</id><published>2008-06-20T22:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:34:49.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers are always giving you surprises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Like i said, teachers always like to do something that surprise you, well, let's say they'll makes you feel scary and... evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Guess what? Our class got spotcheck by teachers today. Yup, by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;! What i mean the teachers are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn.Latifah, Cik Lim, Pn.Norly, Encik Nasaruddin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encik Azhar&lt;/span&gt;. They walked into science lab while we're having science. As usual, girls one line boys another, but En.Nasa brought the boys out to don't know where which left our girls inside. So Cik Lim asked me and Soon Ying check everywhere in the lab to rampas barang larangan. What we got is, liquid paper -..-" A lot of them actually... So there went to bodycheck the girls. Teachers are actually using the liquid paper to touch the girl's... err... You know where i mean =) Is breast la not the private part! -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My bag got checked by En.Azhar, i mean, what the fuck? He's a man! How can he check a girl's bag?! Anyway, he took out my camera and showed to En.Nasa, i was looking at them so they ask whether is it mine, for God's sake of course i do say yes! You got a problem with that? Nah... I don't even dare to say that XD You know... I'm a good girl ^o^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Got a handphone and a USB memory card reader, don't ask who's one, all i can tell is both are from prefects. Then they got into our classroom, more phones. Kesian my friends, but who ask you to bring phone to school? Ha! Padan muka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Some more say what our drawer got lots of books and papers, 1 ringgit each book and paper next time. The school is really hungry for money -..-" But like a good girl as me, of course my drawer is clean ^..^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We all stand outside of the class and wait for them to finish off their business, obviously, people will stare at us like fools. Especially there's 12 prefects which in the same class. As you can guess,  kelas yang paling banyak pengawas everyday out from teacher's mouth. After they done, we know that the whole school will knows about this after recess. No secret can hide from the school, that is so true. The news spread as fast as wind, everyone keep talking about this, trust me, it was very annoying, everyone keep asking the same question and you have to answer them the same answer over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yea, probably it's the first case for saujana, hardly will heard that teachers spotcheck the students themselves. Some more PK HEM and ketua plus penolong ketua disiplin together. Only our class kena, probably cause of the amount of prefects. It's always us who can point to, don't think this case is an exceptional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nothing else much, studying like usual, waiting fo the bell rings and school over. Skip choir, sorry ya Feh Fan, heh... Celebrate Shye Wei's birthday in canteen, her gang of friends plan some surprises for her. What meeting la, all fake one. hahahahaha... The cake.. EWWWWWW... It got ruined by us XP Kinda disgusting. All of us kena cream and all that. Especially Shiao Yen, kesian her kena the cake all over her face, thanks to Marianne =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Went minum with Ivan and Alice, raining... Back to school, meet my friends, since it was friday and hardly meet them in weekend, i always stay back more longer to 'play' with them on every friday. So don't ask me why am i staying back until so late again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Shye Wei's birthday retarded pictures on next post. Connection slooooooow... Stupid msn got problem again T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday Shye Wei, still left 1 hour to spend~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5867444296602635582?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5867444296602635582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5867444296602635582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5867444296602635582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5867444296602635582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/teachers-are-always-giving-you.html' title='teachers are always giving you surprises...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6260104804410295057</id><published>2008-06-20T01:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:35:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DORAEMON is 1 year older now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Shye Wei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Doraemon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;is becoming a big girl soon XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks for everything you did to me. Hope all your dreams will come true. Don't forget me if you found your lover XD Just joking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wish you have lot more great materials inside your pocket. hahaha... Have a wonderful birthday ya! It's my last year to celebrate with you in school, so make it special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Once again, Happy Birthday girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SFqdOoqz2YI/AAAAAAAAArA/a0Gs37F5n60/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SFqdOoqz2YI/AAAAAAAAArA/a0Gs37F5n60/s400/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213652393395476866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Enjoy your day =P&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/30292917-6260104804410295057?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6260104804410295057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6260104804410295057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6260104804410295057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6260104804410295057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/doraemon-is-1-year-older-now.html' title='DORAEMON is 1 year older now...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SFqdOoqz2YI/AAAAAAAAArA/a0Gs37F5n60/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5220734856864061080</id><published>2008-06-19T23:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:35:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna KILL windows live messenger!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What's wrong with you huh?!! Why cannot sign in wan.. HAIIIIIIIIIYOOOOOOOOOO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Or is it my computer problem?? But i can surf the net! BLOODY HELL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyone got Gmail? Add me.. Wasting my time to sign in for windows live... It took me few days to sign in last time -..-" isshhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Please... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;PLEASE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Chat with me in cbox! Anyone will do =) I'm freaking bored now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAM NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;fuck wei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5220734856864061080?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5220734856864061080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5220734856864061080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5220734856864061080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5220734856864061080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wann-kill-windows-live-messenger.html' title='i wanna KILL windows live messenger!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1676134989070766353</id><published>2008-06-14T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:11:41.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate no answer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yup, just found out that i don't have to go to pick up point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Anda perlu mendapatkan surat kelayakan dan mesti lulus ujian kesihatan baru boleh pergi untuk melatih."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Zadou -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To all my friends, sorry for causes trouble for you all yesterday, what you've done has been wasted, the unknown date pissed me off so much &gt;=&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, i wasn't worry anything about the NS, what i'm concern about is my friends and family, and my studies. I know i'll miss you all a lot when i'm alone there. But in other way, i can spend more time with my fellow friends, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But after all, is it a good news or a bad news? o..O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Appreciate every moment with your daddy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1676134989070766353?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1676134989070766353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1676134989070766353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1676134989070766353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1676134989070766353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/yup-just-found-out-that-i-dont-have-to.html' title='i hate no answer...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6056967193516311713</id><published>2008-06-13T18:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:35:54.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just before i missed the chance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks to all my friends, thanks for your wishes, hugs and presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks to my classmates, you guys are always the best, though ya'll always made me shouted 'shut up' XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Choy Meng the Fishiie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    i know you're always being nice to me, but you know i'm not good in speaking with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    knowing that you won't see this but thanks, for always joke with me and bringing my bags down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Soon Ying, Kient Loong, Hee Voon, Zheng Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for the concerned. glad to have you guys as my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Emily Yeoh the Happy Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    i know you must be shocked, but if i really have to go, don't swear too much at school k? Be a good girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Jun Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for the forms XP good luck and thanks for accompany me all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My other friends. I don't know where did you guys get the news so fast, but thanks a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Feh Fan the Flying Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    you're the first one i told, never let frustration take you down, keep on flying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alice the Cute Honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    no one fetch you go home liao hahahahaha... Do smile more k? Love to see you jumping all around XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Angline the Cute Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for being my friend. Still waiting to watch meet the spartans with you XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ivan the uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    sorry for not telling. Just feel useless even if i tell. But still, will tell you more through sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Moon Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    the moment you waiting is arrived now. Will sms to 'report' you whenever i got free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Huei Wenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for chatting with me last night. Your advices are appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Emily Chong the best senior that i ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    i did my best k. I tried everything. I didn't broke my promises with you. I will hold tight my future, so stop scolding me k? =P thanks for sharing your works too, it really really useful for me. As i said last night, how could i ever repay you /=|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks to my cool friends who brought up the pizza party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Shiao Yen the Tomato Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    the first time i saw your soft-side XP the first time you speak so soft with me. That's why i like tomato ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Shye Wei the Doraemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for the card. I will put it in my wallet. It reminds me about the one i gave to marianne o..O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Char Lie, Yen Ling, Kah Deng, Marcus, Romeo, Christopher, Timothy, Kushaal, Kye Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for the pizza party. I never expect you guys will made it for us. Thank you very very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ying the Mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thank you. Other than that i don't know what should i say already. We had the first hug today! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ern the Poke Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thank you for the things you wrote in the card. I really appreciate it. Poking rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Su Wen the Glutton Potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for the card too. Okok i will smile from now on k? ^o^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# Last but not least, of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Marianne my greatest boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-    thanks for everything. You are the best. My greatest friend ever! Do me a favor please, whether i'm around you or not, do smile everyday k? Don't stress yourself too much. Say cheeeeeeeese... XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sorry if i missed anyone here, but you know you are always in my mind. I will remember you all til the day i die. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*CHOI!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going or not is still a mystery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;By the way, you guys are ROCK! ROCK ON BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6056967193516311713?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6056967193516311713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6056967193516311713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6056967193516311713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6056967193516311713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-before-i-missed-chance.html' title='just before i missed the chance...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2772515388935482711</id><published>2008-06-13T00:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:43:55.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a GOOD news to announce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM GOING TO NS (NATIONAL SERVICE) ON 14TH JUNE WHICH IS THIS COMING SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kota Kinabalu, Sabah&lt;/span&gt; will be my location. Yea i know you'll probably thinking what about my studies. I am telling you now, that i'm going to missed 3 months classes and exams. So what'd you expect for my SPM results?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I am so gonna die, for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Just telling that Jun Lim is going on 15th too, to Kuala Langat which is in selangor. Bloody near right? Because he's came from Sabah that's why he got to go selangor. But me? I have to fly all over to sabah to suffer for 3 freaking months! isshhh...&lt;br /&gt;Alright, not going to say much here. Goodbye my blog, i'm only will update when i got back, which is after 3 months. Emily Chong, i'll be back before your birthday i guess, your present will be deliver even i'm not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Will miss all my friends, thanks for your concerned too. Take care buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2772515388935482711?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2772515388935482711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2772515388935482711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2772515388935482711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2772515388935482711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-good-news-to-announce.html' title='i have a GOOD news to announce...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7095326225046964318</id><published>2008-06-06T06:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:28:38.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i would like to keep one of these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SEhn6mcjxOI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DHvom8zjm48/s1600-h/large_aussign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SEhn6mcjxOI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DHvom8zjm48/s320/large_aussign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208527225504384226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I just like to search for these kind of stupid stuff from net. Isn't it cute eh?! ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7095326225046964318?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7095326225046964318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7095326225046964318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7095326225046964318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7095326225046964318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-would-like-to-keep-one-of-these.html' title='i would like to keep one of these...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SEhn6mcjxOI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DHvom8zjm48/s72-c/large_aussign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6531668620670629493</id><published>2008-06-04T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:04:55.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hApPy BiRtHdAy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Obviously it's not my birthday lar, neither is marianne hahahaha... It's my niece and nephew's. Well, this was happened on yesterday, i'm only blogging this today is because i was so tired last night, they came here and sleepover at my house, so... You know lar, you can't do anything when kids are around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;K back to the story. I promise i'll attend their birthday and go shopping with them, can't lie to kids you know, i'm a  good person XP I woke up, get ready and wait for my cousin brother to pick me up. bla bla bla... Of course it was together with my niece and nephew, and another friend of him name Jason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;First we went to bangsar shopping mall, had our lunch at house + co.. Their curry puff was NICE! ^o^ And then went to Times to get some books and mags, then we shop around there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Next we headed to plaza damas at sri hartamas. Went to Times again, cause we want to buy more books and mags XD Bought some snacks and ice-cream from a shop which i don't know what's the name, all i remember it's a japanese snacks shop and it's belong to Jason's cousin sister's. She gave us the ice-cream with free, and it's nice too! Continue shop around, then we bought 2 birthday cakes from san terri cottage. The cakes was DELICIOUS! Ok seems like everything to me are nice -..-" But they are really really nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Back to cousin's home, rain a little... Rest for 45 minutes, then we went to buy KFC for dinner. Rest again. Dinner. Celebrate. Go home. The end. =)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be load when i get them 'cause all the photos are with Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Still a nice day for me though i didn't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day readers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Wei Kang &amp;amp; Sze Wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6531668620670629493?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6531668620670629493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6531668620670629493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6531668620670629493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6531668620670629493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='hApPy BiRtHdAy!!!'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-4232916650671984780</id><published>2008-06-02T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:30:21.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a funny weird d-r-e-a-m...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was so so tired last night, and then i went to sleep *yes i'm talking crap here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok, here goes the story.. I don't really remember what happened before that but i was driving, to... somewhere looked very familiar to me, i think it's the o.u.g parkson. Err... Yes! I'm sure that is! So i was driving... And then... I was speeding @..@ And then... There's some strangers walking around... A family standing infront of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO! I DIDN'T BANG THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I know what you're thinking but NO! Let me finish my story first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So... uhh... Where was I? Ahh yes... They're standing infront of me, well, my car, they got a grandma, a mother and a father with 2 kids. Suprisingly i can still remember this -..-" Behind them there was a glass door *yes a glass door on the road! weird isn't it?* And then... I was driving very very fast, i wanted to break down so i can open the 'glass door' to go through, but i don't know why, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ADD UP&lt;/span&gt; my speed @..@!!! 'Luckily' the family stand aside before i bang them. I mean, I don't know why and how they can 'walk' to the side on that moment o..O" Is like everything happened so fast, i couldn't control my leg and you know what? On that moment, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt; feel any scared or worry about anything! I feel nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And then............ I bang through the glass! But in no sound! I can't hear anything! Can you believe it? I bang the glass down! I can see the family beside there looked shocked, very shocked. Hehe... Their jaw gonna drop down later on, especially the mom, she stand there and keep looking on the broken glasses with her big open mouth. That moment, i felt my heartbeat is started to beating fast, for the first time. I keep checking around to hope no one saw what just happened. There are some people standing on the stairs which outside the plaza, but no one notice -..-" *that's really really weird* NO ONE noticed except for that family, so unlucky XP And the best part is... I can still &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'drift'&lt;/span&gt; and park &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infront &lt;/span&gt;of the stairs ^..^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I slowly do my own stuff, off the engine, take out my sunglass, put my SMARTAG in safety place, check the mirror ( i mean i was checking my face, don't ask, i don't know why either ), and then slowly walk out from my car. I saw the mother was finding the car which broke the glass, and i'm wondering why can't she recognize me and my car? It was VERY obvious, my car is MyV in black, i was park RIGHT there which VERY VERY close to her, and she... still cannot see me -..-" Should i be happy or tell her she's a stupid fool?! Nevermind, it's just a dream afterall. Oh oh, she once looked at me, but i quickly turn my face continue act normal and walk to the plaza ^o^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PPPOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I woke up, and it's 11 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know it's a bit of dramatic but, til then, i'm afraid to drive now T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-4232916650671984780?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4232916650671984780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=4232916650671984780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4232916650671984780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4232916650671984780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-funny-weird-d-r-e-m.html' title='i had a funny weird d-r-e-a-m...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5496389843280665586</id><published>2008-06-01T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:06:07.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some funny story...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;There was a man who worked all of his life and saved all of his money. He was a real miser when it came to his money. He loved money more than just about anything, and just before he died, he said to his wife, "Now listen, when I die, I want you to take all my money and place it in the casket with me. I wanna take my money to the afterlife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So he got his wife to promise him with all her heart that when he died, she would put all the money in the casket with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well, one day he died. He was stretched out in the casket, the wife was sitting there in black next to her closest friend. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said "Wait just a minute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;She had a shoe box with her, she came over with the box and placed it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down and rolled it away. Her friend said, "I hope you weren't crazy enough to put all that money in the casket."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Yes," the wife said, "I promised. I'm a good Christian, I can't lie. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"You mean to tell me you put every cent of his money in the casket with him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"I sure did. I got it all together, put it into my account and I wrote him a check."&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;Marianne, you will pay me my salary right...? heh? o..O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5496389843280665586?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5496389843280665586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5496389843280665586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5496389843280665586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5496389843280665586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-funny-story.html' title='some funny story...?'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-86976456107239288</id><published>2008-05-29T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:34:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll take some test when i'm bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 378px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=driverogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" fun="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(182, 182, 182); padding: 0px 10px 10px; width: 358px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px 0px 0px 5px; float: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=driverogt&amp;amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/driver/images/fun_s.gif" alt="Take this test!" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whether you're taking the wheel, jumping into the back seat, or just driven to succeed, you make sure that — no matter what you're up to — the entire journey is a blast. So you need a car that's fun to drive! Extroverted and social, you're the type to seek out friends who will make you smile and are up for having a great time, just like you are. Even if the freeway is completely jammed or you take a wrong turn along the way, you'll bounce back in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you also know when it's time to take it easy, but you'd rather exercise your right to have fun than let it idle. And you definitely don't need to pull out all of the stops to enjoy yourself. No one knows better than you that it's the simple things that matter most. So the next time you buckle up and take to the open road, you can't go wrong as long as you're sporting your smile. Life doesn't get better than this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-86976456107239288?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/86976456107239288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=86976456107239288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/86976456107239288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/86976456107239288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-take-some-test-when-im-bored_29.html' title='i&apos;ll take some test when i&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6770874849726112059</id><published>2008-05-28T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:56:19.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way Malaysia chinese TALK english...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9UFMHJylYh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9UFMHJylYh0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpytEWcOBjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpytEWcOBjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/30292917-6770874849726112059?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6770874849726112059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6770874849726112059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6770874849726112059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6770874849726112059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/way-malaysia-chinese-talk-english.html' title='the way Malaysia chinese TALK english...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3460584418254275975</id><published>2008-05-27T19:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:31:36.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people just too free to waste their time on something stupid -..-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SDvwh3GPsqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FeoUaVYyUpk/s1600-h/194119e7228748666b2846c5c138bb65funny-signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SDvwh3GPsqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FeoUaVYyUpk/s400/194119e7228748666b2846c5c138bb65funny-signs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205018258873234082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON THE STUPID PICTURE!!!  ----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;People who made this is definitely too free until he/she have to waste time on this kind of stupid signs.&lt;br /&gt;But people like me, lagi stupid that have to search the stupid net to find this kind of stupid things -..-"&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a stupid world... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3460584418254275975?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3460584418254275975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3460584418254275975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3460584418254275975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3460584418254275975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-just-too-free-to-waste-their.html' title='people just too free to waste their time on something stupid -..-&quot;'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SDvwh3GPsqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FeoUaVYyUpk/s72-c/194119e7228748666b2846c5c138bb65funny-signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-174079777835960033</id><published>2008-04-29T22:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:53:18.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiNaL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pray for us, the final tomorrow. Really really hope that we can be the champion. We want it sooooo bad. Alright, it's time for me to get ready now, bye people.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, let you listen to our performance from top 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zrMhcDuBU2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zrMhcDuBU2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To someone i care a lot, don't ever let the bad things pull you back, run forward and you'll find the lights. Carrot is always there, waiting for you to kick her ass =) Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-174079777835960033?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/174079777835960033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=174079777835960033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/174079777835960033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/174079777835960033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/final.html' title='FiNaL...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7738180480432350720</id><published>2008-04-22T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:54:30.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bIg DaY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tomorrow, the big day for us. The more i think about it, the faster my heart beating. I'm afraid to lose, i admit it. It's speechless for me to say my complicated feeling now. It's my very last year to join choir with them, sometimes i thought to myself why is the competition come so freaking early that makes me have to spend less time with my friends compare to the past years. Taking up a choir team is not an easy job, especially as a senior, they are counting on you. Well, it's not only me, Feh Fan and others put lots of effort on the team too. Without them, i don't think choir can stand until today. I appreciate their help, i be honest with you, i leave most of the job to them to handle and i apologize for it. For me, it's not just a champion, it means a lot. I gave them my heart, it's me counting on them tomorrow. I'm just a typical member in the team, the main characters are the other team members. Not matter what will happen tomorrow, just do your best and relax. Feel it and you'll sing well, just like i told you so. Win or lose is not that important, experience that you get is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm saying the result is not so important, but actually it's a lie. I do care about it, but i still have to accept it even if we lose. Life still goes on right? But i'll need some time to take it. Hopefully, we'll get in to top 5, and then the champion. National level is tough, if we can get there, it's real lucky for us. Like the year before, we never expect to win the national level, but the experience and fun we got, you'll never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;If we lose on tomorrow, probably it's the last time i'm in the team then. So, you can now imagine how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone, to me, and thanks for everyone who support us. I owe you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;SAUJANA CHOIR THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;KL CHAMPION, HERE WE COME~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7738180480432350720?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7738180480432350720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7738180480432350720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7738180480432350720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7738180480432350720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-day.html' title='bIg DaY...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-459020688898537500</id><published>2008-04-20T22:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:50:23.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pReFeCt CaMp 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Prefect camp 2008, let's start with the pictures. Although it's little but that's all i got.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUP9tv4BI/AAAAAAAAAnk/hNmc_iotc00/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUP9tv4BI/AAAAAAAAAnk/hNmc_iotc00/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191335628715843602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shiao Yen, you are so cute! And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUQNtv4CI/AAAAAAAAAns/6BjSJE8YJsw/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUQNtv4CI/AAAAAAAAAns/6BjSJE8YJsw/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191335633010810914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tomaoto the pirate. hahahaha... NOPE! She's the mummy of the day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUQttv4DI/AAAAAAAAAn0/4gaYtLTm07I/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUQttv4DI/AAAAAAAAAn0/4gaYtLTm07I/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191335641600745522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My teammates and our creation =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUQ9tv4EI/AAAAAAAAAn8/YrbSoAoqGE8/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUQ9tv4EI/AAAAAAAAAn8/YrbSoAoqGE8/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191335645895712834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Prefects take 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRPdtv38I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Cw5SrWRC_Gg/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRPdtv38I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Cw5SrWRC_Gg/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191332321591025602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Take 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRP9tv39I/AAAAAAAAAnE/OkmJvGW5y8M/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRP9tv39I/AAAAAAAAAnE/OkmJvGW5y8M/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191332330180960210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Take 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRQdtv3-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/hkwGuOC2xys/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRQdtv3-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/hkwGuOC2xys/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191332338770894818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Take 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp was nice. At least enough for me as a memory for my last year. Glad to joined and i really do enjoy it. It wasn't that bad as i thought. You know lar... In school wor... First time ma...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare with the other camps that i went, this was the most clean, most easy, most short one. And the time we take meal is even more than a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; 3 days camp -..-" Honestly, i never eat a single food from there since the first meal =P Only water, i can't live without water. Everytime they eat i'm the only one who always walk and messing around with holding a cup of water/tea. I just don't want to eat the food, no any other reason. And that's why i served every meal to the others at the food counter. Plus, i incharge for the food ^..^V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; won the 1st prize, with unexpected. Seriously, we got #6 just a few hours ago, and then become #1. I know many people want to kill me because i said something which turns the results 360 degree. But first i only thought to be fair and everyone can be w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;inners. If you feel like killing me then go ahead and i won't blame you. I would like to say sorry if i ever make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; any mistake that makes you feel unfair or something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, we still won. Of course i felt happy for that. We, i mean they, my teammates really put lots of effort for the mummy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRQttv3_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/2_H0Q4K2GNE/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtRQttv3_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/2_H0Q4K2GNE/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191332343065862130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Team &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;espect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;OCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Marianne, who tolerate me in these 2 days, i'm glad you came for the camp and i will remember the time we've spent together XP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Miss Mummy Shiao Yen, she's the heroin for the day! *applause*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Su Wen, who combed my hair for me and pull my bra for so many times XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks to Qi Ying, who always play with me with anything that around us XP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shye Wei, Yen Ling and Chi Yan, for sharing your time with me, and wake us up in time XP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Char Lie, who also pull my bra the most and taught me the new way to pull people's bra XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks to everyone, especially my teammates, they did very well, not to say we are the best but we tried our best to get the best of the best.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i will not forget these 2 days in my whole life. Appreciate it. Prefects of SMK Seri Saujana, GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; GO GO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, let us cheer for one last time---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*claps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtivttv4FI/AAAAAAAAAoE/D1YRndrZH04/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtivttv4FI/AAAAAAAAAoE/D1YRndrZH04/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191351567339479122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HOT TO GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;H-O-T-T-O-G-O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;KUMPULAN SATU HOT TO GO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SAY WHOOM~ WHOOM~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT TO GO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHOOM~ WHOOM~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT TO GO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY H-O-T-T-O-G-O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUMPULAN SATU HOT TO GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH WHOOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;^0^W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Marianne and Shiao Yen again, for making me sneez together with you both =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-459020688898537500?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/459020688898537500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=459020688898537500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/459020688898537500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/459020688898537500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/prefect-camp-2008.html' title='pReFeCt CaMp 2008'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAtUP9tv4BI/AAAAAAAAAnk/hNmc_iotc00/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-8220175185026074500</id><published>2008-04-17T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:12:11.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i FoUnD SoMeThInG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I found this, obviously someone dropped it. Nah... Lost and found here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;A devil voodoo &gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAc9Z-ugh0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/ZtgD3pTGQCQ/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAc9Z-ugh0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/ZtgD3pTGQCQ/s320/Picture+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190184612111877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; for sell! I still want to live for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Who's the owner? Guess =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-8220175185026074500?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8220175185026074500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=8220175185026074500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8220175185026074500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/8220175185026074500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-found-something.html' title='i FoUnD SoMeThInG...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/SAc9Z-ugh0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/ZtgD3pTGQCQ/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3103024858234530001</id><published>2008-04-11T20:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:35:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pEi MuN's BiRtHdAy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Celebrated Pei Mun's birthday after school today. The actual day is tomorrow but since no school, we celebrate for her early a day. As usual, we sang the birthday song to her.  Yes the whole canteen can hear our voices for sure. Ok let's cut the crap, pictures time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9uyIHYWwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Bxqm3YRNuec/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9uyIHYWwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Bxqm3YRNuec/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187987103205055234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We're singing the birthday song... Happy birthday to you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9ttoHYWvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/uYOuSIQt1Qg/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9ttoHYWvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/uYOuSIQt1Qg/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187985926384016114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cut the cake! Oh by the way, the cake is made by Feh Fan ^o^ woooooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9s6oHYWuI/AAAAAAAAAmU/y3U6iHeqRCE/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9s6oHYWuI/AAAAAAAAAmU/y3U6iHeqRCE/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187985050210687714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yummy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9raYHYWtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XjKDAW-1TWw/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9raYHYWtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XjKDAW-1TWw/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187983396648278738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Feh Fan, what are you looking at eh? heheheheeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9qfoHYWsI/AAAAAAAAAmE/EhKkeuPWKx4/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9qfoHYWsI/AAAAAAAAAmE/EhKkeuPWKx4/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187982387330964162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happy Sweet &lt;del&gt;Couple&lt;/del&gt; Friends ^..^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9k0oHYWrI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ygElXC2soEU/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9k0oHYWrI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ygElXC2soEU/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187976151038450354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Group picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9wVoHYWxI/AAAAAAAAAms/eh0ZcC1r2wI/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9wVoHYWxI/AAAAAAAAAms/eh0ZcC1r2wI/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187988812602039058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is taken when we creating the retard video. Ok they are really very retarded -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Feh Fan, your cake is nice! Delicious! Thanks MT for giving me a ride. Owe you another McFlurry =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thank you everyone who joined us today, hope there's another party like this next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy Birthday Pei Mun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going to Pudu Girl School gathering, those who going please bring extra bra and underwear, well i mean t-shirt and pants XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3103024858234530001?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3103024858234530001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3103024858234530001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3103024858234530001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3103024858234530001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/pei-muns-birthday.html' title='pEi MuN&apos;s BiRtHdAy...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_9uyIHYWwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Bxqm3YRNuec/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3685578888273919570</id><published>2008-04-05T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:51:23.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'M tIrEd... rEaLLy TiReD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Another rainy day. Luckily wasn't in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So went to basketball with the boys in early the morning, since i wanna find victim to release my anger. Obviously, i was late. Like 1 hour? Then i reached the court, but see no one else there yet. Farn Yeong called, said he and his dear brother Farn Ye was changing shirts -..-" Deng! I thought i was the last to reach, BUT, seems like the boys are never be punctual on time. So next time if you ask them to go somewhere, tell the time 2 hours early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The floor was wet like hell and i fall once T..T blame the rain. Our game end at 12.15pm. Me go meet Chun Seng and others for next game, i mean badminton. Suddenly, Feh Fan called and said they will be a bit late. As a normal human of course i asked fo the reason, i was shocked after he told me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chun Seng kena accident!&lt;/span&gt; I was like OMFG! Then he said "No lar.. Just a little bit scratch only.. Not that kind of serious accident lar.." Then i met the guys at the 'accident' place and then to Chun Seng's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I keep scolding in the car, well not really scold lar because he wasn't in my car. I was talking to Feh Fan and Wai Kit since i fetch them. Mostly was scold, because i really don't like the way Chun Seng drive. He once fetch me, and then i swear to my friends never gonna sit his car anymore. Drive slow is not a problem, but he never really look the things around him when he's driving. Too close to another car and never notice the car is coming towards him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, just a note to all the drivers, never rely on someone to help you look around when you're  the one who driving. Luckily it was just a small scratch -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Went to Carrfour for while, Chun Seng need to buy grip for his racket. Saw a bag! Want it badly cause my racket bag's string sudah patah. But it cost 99 bucks T..T Nevermind, still can use it ma... Beside, i want to buy tons of things now o..O When can i go shoooooooooping?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Badminton was crazy. And yea, finally i released my anger and frustration. Plus, i twisted my wist and ankle, AGAIN. It's usual for me, not the first time already lar...&lt;br /&gt;haih... Project time. I still haven't write a single word on a paper. Gonna finish up by this week. Shit lar.. I got lots of things to do you know... You think i'm very free is it now?&lt;br /&gt;Stop stressing me lar.. LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3685578888273919570?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3685578888273919570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3685578888273919570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3685578888273919570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3685578888273919570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-rainy-day.html' title='i&apos;M tIrEd... rEaLLy TiReD...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-27132423277527302</id><published>2008-04-04T21:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:15:07.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOmE cOmE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_Yw-i-l3WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/njTnBlkN22E/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_Yw-i-l3WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/njTnBlkN22E/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385872063061346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Taken from plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Come to our school carnival on 26th april. Buy coupon from ME! 10 bucks per book. I bet you will not enough to spend with only 1 so........ buy more from ME! Thank you for your cooperation =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-27132423277527302?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/27132423277527302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=27132423277527302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/27132423277527302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/27132423277527302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/fall-to-peace.html' title='cOmE cOmE...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R_Yw-i-l3WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/njTnBlkN22E/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-875246342667878931</id><published>2008-04-01T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:25:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April FOOL~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ok... i know it's some kind of unfair or something but, i ESCAPED! wuahahahaaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i escaped prank by marianne. now you must be saying "damn you yvonne!" ahh... you'll get the chance someday =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;anyhow, still got pranked by my friends. like shoelace or some stupid jokes they made. ok lar... it's kinda funny lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i love april fool day. because you can do prank to your friends that don't need any excuse. it's APRIL FOOL! duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yea yea.. the last april fool day in my high school life. as i expected, it was another boring day for me.. come and prank me! XP not only on april fool... life couldn't be that boring isn't it?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happy fooling around yo. you still have few hours to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-875246342667878931?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/875246342667878931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=875246342667878931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/875246342667878931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/875246342667878931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fool.html' title='April FOOL~'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-4512085554625986230</id><published>2008-03-31T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:25:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bE pRePaRe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Everyone, April Fool is coming! So be prepare to fool your friends! wuahahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*oh God, please bless me tomorrow @..@*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fool me if you want, i would like to try your 'play' tomorrow, since it's my last year to spend time with you guys. But make sure it's fun and funny k? -..-" Nah... just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, teacher want us to hand in our project and all the exercise books by tomorrow, and i still haven't complete them yet XP What an 'april fool' from teacher... T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have fun guys! Tada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*fingers play and wondering what will happen tomorrow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-4512085554625986230?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4512085554625986230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=4512085554625986230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4512085554625986230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/4512085554625986230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-prepare.html' title='bE pRePaRe...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-7850073069958644377</id><published>2008-03-30T00:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:24:50.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>errr... mUsIc tAgGeD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1) How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just Want You To Know - Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All the doors are closing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm trying to move ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And deep inside I wish it's me instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My dreams are empty from the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The day you slipped away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ok... err... i want who know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;2) Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I Need You - Leann Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I need you like water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I need you like mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From heaven’s gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There’s a freedom in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That carries me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i need who to get far in life? -..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;3) What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pachebel Canon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;who's theme song again? o..O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;4) What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hot - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;You make me so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;You make me wanna drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;You're so ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can barely stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can hardly breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;You make me wanna scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;You're so fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;You're so good to me baby baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ya right... hot my foot and it is ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;5) What was is high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Home - Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm just to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From were you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I gotta come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've had my run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Baby im done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wanna come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ya i wanna go home *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;6) How can you get ahead with life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I Remember You - YUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;people won't want to remember the old things to get ahead with life right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;7) Whats the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Flying Without Wings - Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You'll find it in the deepest friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The kind you cherish all your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And when you know how much that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You've found that special thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're flying without wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i didn't know my friends have wings @..@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;8) Describe your grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Last Night - P.Diddy feat Keyshia Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If I told you once, I told you twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You can see it in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Im all cried out, with nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're everything I want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you could only see, your heart belongs to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love you so much, I'm yearning for your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Come and set me free, forever yours I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Baby won't you come and take this pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;don't need to explain much here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;9) How's your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thunder - Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i love this! so TRUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;10) What will be played at my funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What You Waiting For? - Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What you waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What you waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What you waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What you waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What you waiting for!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HAHAHAHAAHA... what you waiting for? come and join me in hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11) Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thank You - Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh just to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is having the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i guess... that means no thank you? XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;12) What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I will always love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I will always love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You, my darling you. Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;eww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;13) Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tokyo - YUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hashiri dashita densha no naka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sukoshi dake naketekita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mado no soto ni tsuduiteru kono machi wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kawara nai de to negatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ok... someone please explain to me and what's the connection here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;14) How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Who Knows - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ya who knows... ^..^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;15) What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Runaway - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just wanna scream and lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Throw my hands up and let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Forget about everything and runaway yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just want to fall and lose myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Laughing so hard it hurts like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Forget about everything and runaway yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i can't think of anything word can suit this other than so TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;16) Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ayo Technology (She Wants It) - 50 Cent feat Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She she, she want it, I want to give it to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She know that, it's right here for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to, see her break it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm ballin', throw'n money around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;told ya.. SHE wants it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;17) What song would you strip to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tomorrow - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know how I'll feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is a different day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;like i will strip?!! and it's doesn't make sense at all! -..-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;18) What does your mum think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hide Away - Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why are we keeping our secrets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why are we hiding our selves away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Any we can hide away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I dont want to fake it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to make you beleve what i say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wont let you hide away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ya i always hide away from her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;19) What is your deep dark secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pretty Boy - M2M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Like I never ever loved no one before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pretty pretty boy of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just tell me you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let me inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;yo what the heck?!! -..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;20) What is your enemy's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Whoo.. It's my shit, it's my shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;haiyo go eat your shit lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;21) What's your personality like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Colours Of The Wind - Vanessa Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You think the only people who are people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Are the people who look and think like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You'll learn things you never knew you never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;full of colours =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) What will be played at your weddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;g?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;We Might As Well Be Strangers - Keane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    I don't know your face no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Or feel the touch that I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know your face no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's just the place, I'm lookin' for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We might as well be strangers in another town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We might as well be living in a different world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA... funny! imagine that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I WANNA TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahaha... guess what? i tried with shuffle.. and the answer is Corpse Bride =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;marianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;su wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;extra - karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T HAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to do it eventhough i tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-7850073069958644377?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7850073069958644377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=7850073069958644377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7850073069958644377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/7850073069958644377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/errr-music-tagged.html' title='errr... mUsIc tAgGeD?'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1315989744371700485</id><published>2008-03-27T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:23:59.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bAcK oFf F-kEr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i know what you gonna say. stop it on me k? i'm sick of all these things. just back off and leave me alone will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1315989744371700485?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1315989744371700485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1315989744371700485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1315989744371700485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1315989744371700485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-off-f-ker.html' title='bAcK oFf F-kEr...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-9221260620093718679</id><published>2008-03-27T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:28:00.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wElCoMe BacK mY fRiEnDs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I miss you all so much! Know that you are freaking tired, so rest more k? Don't go to school if you're really tired. Drink more water, at least good for your skin to recover. Take care my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Note: No matter what, just stay strong k? I'm always there for you... You know i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, welcome back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-9221260620093718679?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9221260620093718679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=9221260620093718679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/9221260620093718679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/9221260620093718679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-back-my-friends.html' title='wElCoMe BacK mY fRiEnDs...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-2388021134489011857</id><published>2008-03-26T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:49:54.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i can do is nothing except staring my friends to suffer like hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i am such a failure. i can't even help out a single thing for them. i can only staring them to cry and suffer. why am i so useless? but in the other word, i can't even help myself up. what more them? yvonne kow... you are such a jerk. you never success in anything you do. you never give your friends the best way to live. what a bloody asshole are you? when things happened, you're only locked yourself in the room and cry. what an useless human. may you go to hell with your dignity. or maybe you don't have any. i hate you! i hate yvonne kow! i just hate you! and i hate those who hurt my friends! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;go to hell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i hate all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-2388021134489011857?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2388021134489011857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=2388021134489011857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2388021134489011857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/2388021134489011857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-i-can-do-is-nothing-except-staring.html' title='all i can do is nothing except staring my friends to suffer like hell'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5778936053017724218</id><published>2008-03-24T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T05:09:18.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eNjOy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To all my friends who going for the pbsm camp, enjoy and have fun. Gonna miss you all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Remember to bring all the things you need, if you miss out anything, just give a call to me, and i'll get it for you. Since it's only a mile away from my house XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and yes i was upset that i can't go cause of the stupid test T..T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK &amp;amp; TAKE CARE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5778936053017724218?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5778936053017724218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5778936053017724218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5778936053017724218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5778936053017724218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/enjoy.html' title='eNjOy...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-410110888031574609</id><published>2008-03-21T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:38:41.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nOw YoU cAn StOp HiTtInG mY aSs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Karen, i never lie do i? Here's the evidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;OK. Last night, i had a conversation with Karen, and we was about to discuss our plan for sports day but, don't know why suddenly change the topic to her future baby @..@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CLICK ON THE PICTURE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R-PbRi-l3VI/AAAAAAAAAlg/u3dnRM-liUk/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R-PbRi-l3VI/AAAAAAAAAlg/u3dnRM-liUk/s400/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180225090899795282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;OK if you're still can't see it clearly, i'll explain here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y -v O n N- e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128); font-family: Dotum;"&gt;dont be so cheong hei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128); font-family: Dotum;"&gt;i get what u mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Karen...*red+u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;tht is y i m  going to be a good mother if i were to be one later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;and i thought i  need to spend hours explaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y -v O n N- e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128); font-family: Dotum;"&gt;waliao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Karen...*red+u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;proves yvonne is  not tht brainless after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y -v O n N- e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128); font-family: Dotum;"&gt;so fast already planning to  have baby with sabah lou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Karen...*red+u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;*nodes  head*       &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;------------------- SEE! YOU ADMIT IT YOURSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y -v O n N- e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128); font-family: Dotum;"&gt;hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Karen...*red+u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;fuck your ass  holew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;*hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y -v O n N- e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128); font-family: Dotum;"&gt;U JUST NODS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Karen...*red+u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i go find dildo  and fuck u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tht is the  expression when i sya it is very hard to explain to u@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tsk tsk tsk... Karen karen... I didn't know you are that kind of person.. I feel sad for you.. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thanks to Marianne and Shiao Yen, for finding my kain anduh =P Appreciate it. Owe you another McFlurry. It's like 5 or 6 now. Gonna eat until you vomit XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sports Day tomorrow. Which mean paramedic again T..T Hopefully no one faint. Or else...... You think yourself &gt;=/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Good luck to all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Note: DO NOT come to my checkpoint. You'll be regret if you do =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-410110888031574609?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/410110888031574609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=410110888031574609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/410110888031574609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/410110888031574609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-you-can-stop-hitting-my-ass.html' title='nOw YoU cAn StOp HiTtInG mY aSs...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/R-PbRi-l3VI/AAAAAAAAAlg/u3dnRM-liUk/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1760976083368156827</id><published>2008-03-18T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:51:30.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm trying to find one for you k? just that i really do need some time. not everyone wish to be a pianist and it's not easy to be so. i've done all the things you've said and all i got is fucking nothing. you can't force people to be right? i've got my own things to handle. unlike you, sitting at the office and think about what's gonna be your lunch. just give me some fucking time to suck up your mouth. stop pestering me what to do. and i don't like people keep on pressuring me to do things that they want. i don't fucking care if you scold me, nor i have no fucking any feeling at all now. just leave me alone to satisfy your bloody orders. go on and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fuck off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1760976083368156827?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1760976083368156827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1760976083368156827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1760976083368156827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1760976083368156827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-trying-to-find-one-for-you-k-just.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-5329426090185390717</id><published>2008-03-16T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:45:49.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to pn. russita, although i don't know you but, may God bless you and rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;don't be sad, i believe she don't want you to... take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-5329426090185390717?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5329426090185390717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=5329426090185390717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5329426090185390717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/5329426090185390717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-pn.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-1841073759593096772</id><published>2008-03-16T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:35:57.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding a place call home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i know what you thinking. you want me to leave isn't it? fine. i leave. you happy now? eventhough you didn't tell me but i heard what you said with him. he don't like me, he's mad at me, so? i don't care. what i hurt the most is you never give me a chance. you never understand me. once i did wrong, i'm always wrong. i heard everything that you said. i felt hurt. deeply. very deeply. worst than a deep cut with a knife. my heart is bleeding. i'm just waiting to die now. how i wish i never been to this world before. how i wish i'm not come from this family. i agree to my friend, since when parents will understand us. now i know how the bad people felt, you want bad? i give you bad. and as a brother, you are suppose to protect and help me, not message me and said how disappointed on me. you wanna talk? fine. but i know what are you going to say. you always help her isn't it? because she's your mother. you always think parents are right. you will only listen and agree with them. but what about me? have you ever think about how i feel? why do all of you so selfish? have you ever try? try to think about me? try to understand how i feel? never. because you all always think that you are right. i'm always the person who get to blame on because i'm the youngest. being a youngest, is not as good as i expected. what more being a daughter and a sister? i miss my mom. i miss my dad. i miss my two brothers. where are they? i want my old life. eventhough we're living in separately. but now, i think i miss the time when i lived with my cousins. at least they won't give me so much pressure. at least they care for me. at least there is someone can play with me. although i have no freedom. why do i chose to living with you? why? because i thought i can do whatever i like with my freedom. the moment i stepped on this house? i thought i was free. i really thought this is a home for me. but i'm wrong. i shouldn't chose you. i made a big mistake. this is not what i want. you're not my mom, you're not my brothers, anymore. i'll leave. without your notice. i'll leave, to a place where i call peace and free. i'll leave, not because i did wrong, is because i don't want to see your face anymore. i feel no guilty. i know what i did. i don't need to explain, and i don't like to. my perfect family has gone, to nowhere. and i can't wait to leave this place. to somewhere that everyone don't know me. to a place where i call it home. and never come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-1841073759593096772?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1841073759593096772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=1841073759593096772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1841073759593096772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/1841073759593096772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-what-you-thinking.html' title='finding a place call home...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-6266702344155078891</id><published>2008-03-15T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:59:13.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i MaY LeAvE tO aNyWhErE tHaT gIvE mE pEaCe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you never try to understand me. everything i said, you never listen and never try to remember. anything happened, always put on me and crashing me down. and i thought you're the one that i should rely on. i always do, but everytime you just let me down. i never tell you my problems, because i feel like you won't help me to solve. i have to do on my own. and that's made me sick. sometimes, or mostly, i felt like friends are more helpful than you are. they even know what's going on with me even it's just a little tiny thing. where are you when i needed the most? where is your shoulder when i need you? i want to get out of this place. this awful place that makes me feel sick and disappointed. it's just a place for me to sleep and get ready for tomorrow stuff. i wanted to leave, to somewhere that give me peace and freedom, and no more war between you and me. just let me go... can't you? you'll be more easy and i'll be more happy. because i don't like headache. headache makes me feel dead. the dead that your body lives on earth but your spirit lives in hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-6266702344155078891?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6266702344155078891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=6266702344155078891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6266702344155078891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/6266702344155078891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-may-leave-to-anywhere-that-give-me.html' title='i MaY LeAvE tO aNyWhErE tHaT gIvE mE pEaCe...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3406783700972048931</id><published>2008-03-15T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:42:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sHoRt PoSt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Back from macau. Went to sunway today. Was damn tired. But i keep my promise.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to marianne and ern, i didn't know you girls are waiting for me. So sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sunway was fun. But i don't feel like say anything here, please refer to other's blog who went with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I got a very bad headache, still have to study for tests anyhow. Don't expect i will update my blog these days. So please leave me alone. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3406783700972048931?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3406783700972048931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3406783700972048931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3406783700972048931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3406783700972048931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/short-post.html' title='sHoRt PoSt...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30292917.post-3575466145551078684</id><published>2008-03-11T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:42:31.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'M a SiAo HuMaN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's 2.30am now, and i'm just finished packing. Damn tired and sleeeeeepy. Actually, i was thought that i'm done with my luggage, but then later i forgot to bring this, then open the bag stuff inside and zip again. Later later on, something reminds me to bring that, open the bag stuff inside and zip again -..-" I know i'm damn siao, even tanjung rambutan also cannot tahan me XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gonna contact my friends through sms in 4 days. I'm pretty sure my credit will be zero when i get back here T..T Or... Maybe when i still at macau?? o..O Anyway, reload lorr.. What to do? I got lots of friends to chat with. Plus, SPM result is coming out on wednesday, lagi have to sms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For those who waiting for your SPM result, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD BLESS&lt;/span&gt; you all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gonna miss you guys very much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anything just sms to me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*if you have enough credit ^o^*&lt;/span&gt; You know my number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to make sure here, yes i AM going on saturday. And please&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; contact me, if you wanna ask anything, please contact with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Marianne&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ms. Lee Su Wen&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for your cooperation =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30292917-3575466145551078684?l=journey-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3575466145551078684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30292917&amp;postID=3575466145551078684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3575466145551078684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30292917/posts/default/3575466145551078684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-siao-human.html' title='i&apos;M a SiAo HuMaN...'/><author><name>yvonne_k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00626057133740247471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ke1Eim8uA0Q/TREFYOdlJTI/AAAAAAAABGs/5nepipQJTgQ/s1600-R/59492_430881964299_546214299_5059702_7334210_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
