<?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-30176157820238236</id><updated>2012-01-09T14:34:54.244+08:00</updated><category term='mobile'/><category term='Prologue'/><category term='Bella'/><category term='news'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='computer'/><category term='no offence'/><category term='dbsg'/><category term='licence'/><category term='music'/><category term='fun'/><category term='spm-afterlife'/><category term='scribbles'/><category term='review'/><category term='update'/><category term='j-drama'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bella's Oddities.</title><subtitle type='html'>The thing about being something in this world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1754410298507914250</id><published>2012-01-09T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:34:54.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Movie review: Relationship Status</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I wanted to watch Sherlock Holmes, but the showing was full, so we decided to watch the Malaysian made movie Relationship Status instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6635243813_4aca39b2d2_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6635243813_4aca39b2d2_z.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is basically about how facebook affects our relationships in real life. It's very much a reminder of what my english report was about this semester. -.-" It's Malaysian made, but the movie's mostly in English with a bit of malay and chinese (I don't know if it's mandarin or cantonese or what) thrown into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself?&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Lucky the guy was good looking.&lt;br /&gt;*bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they're trying to pull the Valentine's Day thing where one character is linked to another and that character's linked to another, and so on. That was all right, I guess. I only know three of the actors/actresses though. The rest... Well, we wondered where did they pick them up. But most of them can act. Thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is just OK. Nothing we don't know about since it's about FACEBOOK, and everybody has one. In fact, nothing that challenges the mind in this one. And nothing very memorable, except for the guy playing on PS1 line. It drags a bit in the middle, when everyone gets sad and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end was open to our own interpretation.&amp;nbsp;Only the editor woman's story got a proper ending.&amp;nbsp;Which means, we sat through nearly 2 hours worth of movie and paid RM14 each for the tickets, just to come out of it asking "So...what happened to that guy, then?"&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating much? Very!&lt;br /&gt;=_=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Communicating face to face is better than face to screen.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that already. I wrote a report on it, dude. Anything else you want to tell us? Anything new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that guy get married to her?&lt;br /&gt;Will they declare themselves as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;Is she ever going to say anything to her husband?&lt;br /&gt;Are they going to get back together?&lt;br /&gt;Will they really break up?&lt;br /&gt;Is he ever going to get out of the house?&lt;br /&gt;What's HER problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;-THE END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_317838998"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_317838999"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1588705398"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1588705399"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1754410298507914250?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1754410298507914250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2012/01/movie-review-relationship-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1754410298507914250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1754410298507914250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2012/01/movie-review-relationship-status.html' title='Movie review: Relationship Status'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1609292139321237206</id><published>2012-01-02T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:49:01.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My pasta with tuna + tomatoes~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up today and felt like eating pasta with tuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And so, I googled a bit for the recipe and noted what I needed, and off I went to the mini mart below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's my first time trying this out and thankfully, it turned out alright =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1L98Ly7w_0/TwGTdAoamFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1-8O99P2zqc/s1600/Photo1391a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1L98Ly7w_0/TwGTdAoamFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1-8O99P2zqc/s400/Photo1391a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The thing I used were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuna chunks in oil. But got rid of the oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;One whole onion chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 cloves of garlic. Also chopped.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;tomato sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;a bit of thai chilli sauce (just for the sake of experimenting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salt + Sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;One big tomato that's been sitting in the fridge for a week or two. Chop chop chop~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pasta: macaroni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the recipes I found, there were a few variations but I just went with my own version in the end with the tomato sauce and whatnot. Because I'm lazy that way. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically I just threw in the chopped onion and garlic into the oil, added the tuna and squashed it up a bit. Added a bit of tomato sauce, a bit of sugar and salt. I thought I overdid the salt at first, so I added a bit more sugar. And then I threw in some of the smaller chopped tomato. Squashed it a bit. I can't remember when did I add the chilli sauce, though. o.0" Oh well. And then add the already boiled pasta. to the mix and...well, MIX. Added the rest of the not so small chopped tomato. Added some more tomato sauce in the end because I thought it needed a bit more taste to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And voila~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Originally I wanted to add eggs in it, but I forgot. lol. Tasted pretty good even without it, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;All's well that ends well.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1609292139321237206?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1609292139321237206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-pasta-with-tuna-tomatoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1609292139321237206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1609292139321237206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-pasta-with-tuna-tomatoes.html' title='My pasta with tuna + tomatoes~'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1L98Ly7w_0/TwGTdAoamFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1-8O99P2zqc/s72-c/Photo1391a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1652661518014297018</id><published>2011-12-30T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:57:19.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>another rambling post + mama's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am officially guilty of neglecting this blog. Again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finals are coming up, and my first paper's next week on the fourth of January!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaand it's CTU: Ethnic Relations. =_=&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The subject says A LOT of stuff about how Malaysia's a multi-racial country and not to be racist and what nots. I don't think that I have to mention how boring it is to be reading the notes, do I? Sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/1dc83e1f.gif" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/1dc83e1f.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When are they going to realise that the older grown-ups are more racist than us young ones, eyh? They should probably teach this subject in all the offices on weekends or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep &lt;strike&gt;getting distracted&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;distracting myself with Running Man and Sungkyunkwan Scandal eps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is so not good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is why I should NOT have a laptop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo094.gif" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo094.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody probably need to take my laptop away from me every time I'm going to sit for my exams so that I would actually get my brain on full study mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/xo_turneye_052008.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/xo_turneye_052008.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got 4 papers for my finals this sem. Very much hoping I can get a good enough pointer to maintain my CGPA above 3.5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/crazybunny03.gif" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/crazybunny03.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, geek mode over. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrated my Mama's birthday over the weekends! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom is now 51 years of age (but of course still looking not a day over 30+)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo104.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo104.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and my eldest sister came to KL and we all celebrated together with my aunt's family over dinner at Tony Roma's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how delicious are those ribs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly no picture of the deliciousness because I was too eager to eat. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How great it is to be able to eat with your family around a table of good food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eldest sister and I bought a perfume as a present for my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://afasione.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Prada-Candy-Print-Campaign-1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://afasione.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Prada-Candy-Print-Campaign-1024x768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Prada Candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my 2nd sis got her a Ferrari shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say I can buy 10 of my normal shirts with it. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unexpectedly, mama got us something as well. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 2nd sis got a bagpack from FCUK. Half canvas, half leather. Really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I got a perfume of my own. My very first one ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/britney-spears-midnight-fantasy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/britney-spears-midnight-fantasy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Midnight Fantasy by Britney Spears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say took me at least 20 minutes to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't know what I want at first. Shirt, shoes, or what. But my 2nd sis jumped in and decided for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, I did mention before how I was the only one without a perfume blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so, with everybody's agreement, Midnight Fantasy is now mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come to think about it, I do need a new pair of jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am forever in need of shirts and shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I want a new watch, but my sister keeps telling me to just get the battery of the old one replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the exam coming up, I need to have a working watch on my wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I don't...I can already see myself spending too much time on one question and not having enough tme to answer everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Windows backup is really friggin slow isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's been backing up for hours. AND it eats so much of my hard disk space.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1652661518014297018?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1652661518014297018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-rambling-post-mamas-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1652661518014297018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1652661518014297018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-rambling-post-mamas-birthday.html' title='another rambling post + mama&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5840779597300236731</id><published>2011-11-27T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:40:20.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Annoying Things</title><content type='html'>The topic #AnnoyingThings trended on twitter. Since I am a natural-born complainer, let's list the ones which I can think of right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow things when you want to be fast. Applies to people, internet, cars, computers, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loud voices in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people don't answer your questions directly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having nothing to eat when you're hungry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad hair days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad jokes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who can't seem to understand the basics of queuing up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you wait forever for the food at a restaurant but it turned out a disappointment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weather in Shah Alam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you can't get the wrinkles off a shirt or any piece of clothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you suddenly realise that you've got so much work to do in so little time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pimples, acne, blackheads, whiteheads.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who form opinions about you when they didn't even make an effort to get to know you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not getting enough sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not getting a C++ program to run correctly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people disturb me while I'm concentrating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the chicken/sausage/fries doesn't de-frost fast enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mosquitoes, flies, bugs in general.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing out on watching a good film at the movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unnecessary swearing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gedik-ness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guilt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not getting your eyeliner right the first time you put it on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The facial expressions of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen throughout all the Twilight movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"To be continued..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5840779597300236731?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5840779597300236731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/annoying-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5840779597300236731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5840779597300236731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/annoying-things.html' title='Annoying Things'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2327758761779174732</id><published>2011-11-17T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:06:08.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Shouting like a girl while watching football is not very acceptable.</title><content type='html'>...because it's annoying, girls. Seriously. And people can hear you from 574 metres away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Not cool. Really not cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Cheers are allowed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swearing to the TV is allowed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commenting on the match is allowed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!" like you just saw &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the biggest cockroach and spider and worm having a threesome in your bowl of half eaten noodles with fungus on the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT ALLOWED IN MY VICINITY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;P/S: ESPECIALLY IF IT'S 3 FREAKING AM.&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/30176157820238236-2327758761779174732?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2327758761779174732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/shouting-like-girl-while-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2327758761779174732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2327758761779174732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/shouting-like-girl-while-watching.html' title='Shouting like a girl while watching football is not very acceptable.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7948285402962659974</id><published>2011-11-14T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:46:47.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It's a hairy situation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After months of enduring the dried ends of my hair, I finally got it trimmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonus: The guy curled it afterwards. Hey, I didn't ask for it, he did it himself. Am not gonna complain. lol. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EO9B13MEfAo/TsDuxCr90vI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x1q3uZ2eQps/s1600/Snapshot_20111114_9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EO9B13MEfAo/TsDuxCr90vI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x1q3uZ2eQps/s320/Snapshot_20111114_9.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish that highlight could be real! xD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlSVdqowbgw/TsDu7Z10rrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ep0jgiX8auM/s1600/Snapshot_20111114_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlSVdqowbgw/TsDu7Z10rrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ep0jgiX8auM/s320/Snapshot_20111114_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then, I found some of those webcam effects... A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ptdHhwFX8/TsDvBBWK4OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nbSO2SmrDzo/s1600/Snapshot_20111114_7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ptdHhwFX8/TsDvBBWK4OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nbSO2SmrDzo/s320/Snapshot_20111114_7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFoIzqjGC3M/TsDvCNSv0TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Dv-FUdQNT_Y/s1600/Snapshot_20111114_8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFoIzqjGC3M/TsDvCNSv0TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Dv-FUdQNT_Y/s320/Snapshot_20111114_8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK, that's me trying to pass it as real adverts...*eyeroll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ironic thing is, my housemates didn't even notice it. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me happy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7948285402962659974?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7948285402962659974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-hairy-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7948285402962659974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7948285402962659974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-hairy-situation.html' title='It&apos;s a hairy situation!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EO9B13MEfAo/TsDuxCr90vI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x1q3uZ2eQps/s72-c/Snapshot_20111114_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5823190275285100452</id><published>2011-11-12T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:39:51.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Honey, I've got gold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the fruit of my two bank accounts combined: Samsung RV420. In champagne gold, of course. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3mnujwNZtg/Tr1Whs9gqMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dzJgzvrOmdE/s1600/Photocard_1191035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3mnujwNZtg/Tr1Whs9gqMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dzJgzvrOmdE/s320/Photocard_1191035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kk1kd4d-hzw/Tr1Wf7M5yzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iSHCs4nOpe0/s1600/Photocard_119935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kk1kd4d-hzw/Tr1Wf7M5yzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iSHCs4nOpe0/s320/Photocard_119935.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can proudly say that I bought this with my own hard-earned money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/hoho.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/hoho.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, cleaned out most of what's in my account(s), but what the hey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At least I could ease my guilty&amp;nbsp;conscience&amp;nbsp;that little bit more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What guilt are we talking about here?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you don't already know, then you've got a lot of catching up to do, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next stop: WORLD DOMINATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/a23436ee.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/a23436ee.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/44611211.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/44611211.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/97d1f1c7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/97d1f1c7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5823190275285100452?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5823190275285100452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/honey-ive-got-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5823190275285100452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5823190275285100452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/honey-ive-got-gold.html' title='Honey, I&apos;ve got gold.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3mnujwNZtg/Tr1Whs9gqMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dzJgzvrOmdE/s72-c/Photocard_1191035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5044833785908019459</id><published>2011-10-29T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:41:50.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no offence'/><title type='text'>I need a pensive.</title><content type='html'>When you're living in a house with 9 other people, you may, as Dumbledore says it best, find that you have too many thoughts in your head. How great it would be if the&amp;nbsp;pensive&amp;nbsp;really exists in real life.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rudol.net/attachment/movieHarryPotterAndTheGobletOfFirePensive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://rudol.net/attachment/movieHarryPotterAndTheGobletOfFirePensive.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean to be nasty, but I just like the privilege of using my things when I want to use them. Instead, I would find this thing over there, that thing just got depleted by half, and I don't even want to get started over those things. If this goes on, I think I will turn into a germaphobe or have OCD or both.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/551f4bf3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/551f4bf3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would appreciate it if those things don't happen, guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind sharing my stuff. Just tell me when you use them, because I can feel weirdly possessive over my stuff. Yes, honey, even the pots and pans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo101.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo101.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again another side of me is saying:&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I treat them the way they don't treat me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I allow them to use those things freely when there's nothing at all in it for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I share when they don't?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why the heck do I give a damn?"&lt;br /&gt;"This is bad business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could go on, all right.&lt;br /&gt;But I could just see you rising your eyebrows, you over there yawning, and you, yes you, wondering what the hell do I expect out of this post.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm just releasing my&amp;nbsp;over-thought&amp;nbsp;thoughts. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I'm boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5044833785908019459?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5044833785908019459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-me-being-boring-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5044833785908019459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5044833785908019459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-me-being-boring-again.html' title='I need a pensive.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2478844948965006372</id><published>2011-10-16T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:43:50.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Design changed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've been using the old template for quite some time, so I thought a change should be made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So here it is! My edited version of the Awesome Inc. Blogger Template.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Finally got that picture of mine as the background. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/kt_normal_032007.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/kt_normal_032007.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And I realised how little pictures I've got here. Will try to liven it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2478844948965006372?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2478844948965006372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/10/design-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2478844948965006372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2478844948965006372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/10/design-changed.html' title='Design changed!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7984025745800530833</id><published>2011-09-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:47:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them</title><content type='html'>Kalau tanya yang tu, mesti dia kata dia busy sangat.&lt;br&gt;Kalau yang tu pulak, mana pernah dia tak keluar dengan kawan dia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love them.&lt;br&gt;I just wish to be a part of their lives, to be remembered and thought of every once in a while.&lt;br&gt;Maybe I am needy.&lt;br&gt;I am thankful to them and for them.&lt;br&gt;They care for me and they take care of me.&lt;br&gt;They help me when I ask. Sometimes even when I don't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But things change. Life takes over. Time seems limited.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have to take care of myself now. I need to loosen my grip. Stand on my own two feet without so much of their support.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7984025745800530833?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7984025745800530833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7984025745800530833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7984025745800530833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/them.html' title='Them'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5336265869945554620</id><published>2011-09-15T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:24:02.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole.</title><content type='html'>My heart is breaking. My brain knows better but still my heart is breaking.&lt;p&gt;If you ask me &amp;#39;why?&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll tell you to go away.&lt;p&gt;If you tell me &amp;#39;stop&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll tell you to go away.&lt;p&gt;If you tell me &amp;#39;let it all out&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll tell you &amp;#39;please stay&amp;#39;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5336265869945554620?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5336265869945554620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5336265869945554620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5336265869945554620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/hole.html' title='Hole.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-247215336227898374</id><published>2011-09-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:23:36.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The bored creating more boredom</title><content type='html'>Oh hey, this new interface is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it. My blog has been boring. Reason? Because I've been bored.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I am bored, so this is meant to be a boring post of me trying to get out of my own head a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my own computer. Seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;Because then, I can install whatever software and games I want to experiment with, and nobody can stop me. Nothing but the hard disk space can. And everything on it will be my kind of favourite things.&lt;br /&gt;I have enough in my bank account to afford a decent one.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;If I do spend all that, then I'm worried I won't have any of my own financial backings.&lt;br /&gt;Should I just do it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;So my semester has started again.&lt;br /&gt;Had a few classes already.&lt;br /&gt;The calculus lecturer made the biggest impression on us so far.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he was just asking us straight forward questions about stuff that we NEED to think about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to make of him.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I won't be sitting in his line of vision next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the break ended, I met up with two of my good friends from primary school. Yep. Primary. More than 10 years worth of friendship right there.&lt;br /&gt;First was the really overdue meeting with Shad. She gave me the basics to Tutti Frutti. LOL. Noob that way.&lt;br /&gt;Had a really great time catching up on stuff. Just stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The second was with my dear Najwa, or as I love to nickname her 'Nuju'. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;She just accompanied me to buy some things here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of that Galaxy she's using. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I drove around the city of Kuantan. More than once. What an achievement. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can get a room to stay in college soon. Don't like being a parasite in my friend's room too much. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I am currently addicted to java games on my phone as a source to relief my boredom? Well, now you know. I now have Sim City Deluxe, that old Penguin Revolution, UNO (of course) and some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's now a Subway, Tutti Frutti, and Secret Recipe opened near my campus.&lt;br /&gt;That Subway is the most tempting of the temptations around.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know how to do well is controlling the urge to get what I want versus what I need. And the current economical situation demands me to be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, as my mother has wisely said time and time again, you shouldn't deny yourself of food because of money... or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes another essay of things in my head. Enjoy having a peek into my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-247215336227898374?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/247215336227898374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/bored-creating-more-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/247215336227898374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/247215336227898374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/bored-creating-more-boredom.html' title='The bored creating more boredom'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1506732868437044460</id><published>2011-08-20T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:12:44.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review: Castle in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a style='float: left; padding-right: 20px' href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1017777'&gt;&lt;img alt='Castle in the Air' border='0' src='http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51bF6r40MFL._SX106_.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1017777'&gt;Castle in the Air&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4260'&gt;Diana Wynne Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rating: &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/200164408'&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Finally got my hand on this one a few weeks ago! AND it was the only copy left on the shelf. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think any books by Diana Wynne Jones are great and this one's no exception to that. I loved the characters in this one and this story involved a different kind of magic than Howl's Moving Castle that's just as gripping and entertaining. More Arabian night, with Abdullah dealing with things such as a flying carpet, djinns and a genie on his way to find the abducted princess he has fallen for. I kept thinking 'when's Howl and Sophie going to come out?' chapter after chapter, and was very pleased with the way the author brought them into the story. Also how she brought back other characters from Howl #1 and linked them with the new characters in this book. What I love is how each character has a purpose in the story, they're not there 'just because', but for a reason that moves the storyline, and how rounded they are by the end of it. (God knows how I hate cliffhangers of any sort - even in characters.) Great, great, great.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/200164408'&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1506732868437044460?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1506732868437044460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/review-castle-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1506732868437044460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1506732868437044460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/review-castle-in-air.html' title='Review: Castle in the Air'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1393864461124598168</id><published>2011-08-20T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:12:43.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review: Good Omens</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a style='float: left; padding-right: 20px' href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12067'&gt;&lt;img alt='Good Omens' border='0' src='http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1282880574m/12067.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12067'&gt;Good Omens&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1654'&gt;Terry Pratchett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rating: &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190741150'&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      What a great read! This is probably one of the funniest book I've read (but I guess everyone who's read it would say the same)...&lt;br /&gt;I just picked it up in a bookshop (first) because I wanted to try reading something from Neil Gaiman, and (second) the synopsis at the back reminded me of the sort of books I liked and missed - something of adventure and fantasy. And fantastically funny. The foreword alone got me giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bits I loved the most are the ones involving the supernatural beings, i.e. Crowley the demon, Aziraphale the angel, and the four hell's angels. The supernatural stuff kept me reading and laughing (inwardly) throughout the book. I quite liked the ones which includes Anathema Device and Newton Pulsifer together as well. How they linked the prophecies to what was happening got me thinking too. The bits I'm not in love with are the ones involving 'Them', the group of four kids revolving around the antichrist. I kept wanting to skip those paragraphs, for some reason. Probably because I don't have much tolerance with 11 years old kids and their talks. Overall, wish there was more paragraphs on the supernaturals than the kids, but still loved it anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190741150'&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1393864461124598168?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1393864461124598168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/review-good-omens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1393864461124598168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1393864461124598168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/review-good-omens.html' title='Review: Good Omens'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8992145451746265841</id><published>2011-08-18T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T00:35:38.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I wanted to just tweet this but apparently didn't have enough space</title><content type='html'>Dear Astro.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still hold a grudge against you for making me miss the finale of Romance Town, when you inexplicably cut off the signal WHILE I was watching the TV. That was not the first time it has happened and certainly not the last. Explain it. The weather was fine, sunny, without even any friggin wind to contest my indignation. So. WHY WAS THE SIGNAL CUT OFF? I checked the menu and the signal was absolutely zero. What happened? I had been watching the TV for over an hour already, and you just decided that, what? "Oh you're probably not watching, so let's just cut off your satellite signal for a few hours and then let you watch again tonight" HA BLOODY HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau nak tipu or nak untung pun agak-agak la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our rights as your customer. We paid for your services. Your overcharged services. Your underwhelming services. At least give us something in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8992145451746265841?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8992145451746265841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wanted-to-just-tweet-this-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8992145451746265841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8992145451746265841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wanted-to-just-tweet-this-but.html' title='I wanted to just tweet this but apparently didn&apos;t have enough space'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8154254251217286650</id><published>2011-07-28T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:12:44.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review: Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a style='float: left; padding-right: 20px' href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8876330'&gt;&lt;img alt='Stories' border='0' src='http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51NCW6CSpiL._SX106_.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8876330'&gt;Stories&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1221698'&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rating: &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190741730'&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This one keeps me coming back for more! The short stories allow me to break away from the book much easier than if it was one long novel, and have a break in between each story. Some of the stories made me want more (which is exactly what the author wants, I'm sure) and some stories can equal that of a hundred pages worth of words. Through this book, I read stories with genres that I don't usually go for and found myself liking it, and as for the genres that I do go for, of course I loved it. And I get to know some great authors I will now look out for in the bookstores too!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190741730'&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8154254251217286650?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8154254251217286650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8154254251217286650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8154254251217286650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-stories.html' title='Review: Stories'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4002964026319020325</id><published>2011-07-28T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:47:44.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review: Getting Away with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a style='float: left; padding-right: 20px' href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11720895'&gt;&lt;img alt='Getting Away with it' border='0' src='http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1310122165m/11720895.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11720895'&gt;Getting Away with it&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/374959'&gt;Julie Cohen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rating: &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190729695'&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Getting Away With It features a great storyline about sisters Lee and Liza who are both getting away with it in their own ways. It focuses on the two sisters having to discover their true selves by being quite the opposite of what they are used to be doing. I loved the dynamic of the small town and how it just made me laugh at some parts. The romantic love line is quite predictable though, but still enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190729695'&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4002964026319020325?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4002964026319020325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-getting-away-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4002964026319020325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4002964026319020325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-getting-away-with-it.html' title='Review: Getting Away with it'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5951825141233126715</id><published>2011-07-28T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:28:35.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review: Howl's Moving Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a style='float: left; padding-right: 20px' href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5985499'&gt;&lt;img alt='Howl&amp;apos;s Moving Castle' border='0' src='http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1242585044m/5985499.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5985499'&gt;Howl's Moving Castle&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4260'&gt;Diana Wynne Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rating: &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190719457'&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My second time through this book made me like it better, as it wasn't exactly as memorable to me the first time. I like the characters but I wish for their feelings to be made out clearer and more obvious some times. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/190719457'&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5951825141233126715?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5951825141233126715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-howl-moving-castle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5951825141233126715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5951825141233126715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-howl-moving-castle.html' title='Review: Howl&amp;#39;s Moving Castle'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2961162611347468756</id><published>2011-07-28T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:28:47.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>2NE1's new one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2NE1 - UGLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_vk0Nm8o-IY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p align="LEFT" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;LYRICS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="LEFT" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] Balkge useobojiman&lt;br /&gt;Nae mame deulji anha&lt;br /&gt;Nan yeppeuji anha areumdapji anha&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[BOM] Norael bulleobojiman&lt;br /&gt;Amudo deutji anha&lt;br /&gt;Nan yeppeuji anha areumdapji anha&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[DARA] Nan wae ireohke motnan geolkka&lt;br /&gt;Eoddeokhamyeon nado neocheoreom hwanhage&lt;br /&gt;Useobol su isseolkka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[MINJI] Ddo hwagana wae neul wanbyeokhaji mothae&lt;br /&gt;I ggaejin geoul sok motnan moseubeul hyanghae&lt;br /&gt;Tathagiman hae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[BOM] Chyeodabojima jigeum I neuggimi shilheonan&lt;br /&gt;Eodironga sumgoman shipeo&lt;br /&gt;Beoseo nago shipeo&lt;br /&gt;I sesangeun geojitmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’&lt;br /&gt;me I’m pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know&lt;br /&gt;I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[MINJI] Nal shwipge ihaehandago hajima&lt;br /&gt;Mot saenggigo bbiddoleojin nae maeumi neol&lt;br /&gt;Wonmanghaljido molla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[BOM] Mal shikijima nan neowa eoulliji mothae&lt;br /&gt;Geu jalnan nunbit sok chagawoon gashiki nal&lt;br /&gt;Summakhige hae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[MINJI] Dagaojima neoui gwanshimjocha shilheo nan&lt;br /&gt;Eodironga ddeonago shipeo sori chigo&lt;br /&gt;Shipeo&lt;br /&gt;I sesangeun geojitmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’&lt;br /&gt;me I’m pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know&lt;br /&gt;I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[DARA] All alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m all alone x 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ddaddeuthamiran eopseo&lt;br /&gt;Gyeoten amudo eopseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;All alone I’m all alone x 2&lt;br /&gt;I’m always all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ddaddeuthamiran eopseo&lt;br /&gt;Gyeoten geu nugudo nal anajul saram eopseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’&lt;br /&gt;me I’m pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know&lt;br /&gt;I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;TRANSLATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] I’m trying to smile brightly but&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like it&lt;br /&gt;I’m not pretty, I’m not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh x 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[BOM] I’m trying to sing but&lt;br /&gt;No one is listening&lt;br /&gt;I’m not pretty, I’m not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh x 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[DARA] Why am I this ugly&lt;br /&gt;What must I do for me to be able to smile brightly like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[MINJI] I’m getting angry again, why can’t I ever be perfect&lt;br /&gt;I simply put the blame on my ugly appearance in this broken mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[BOM] Don’t look at me, I hate this feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide away somewhere, I want to escape&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[MINJI] Don’t tell me that you can understand me so easily&lt;br /&gt;My ugly and crooked heart may even come to resent you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[BOM] Don’t force me to talk, I’m not right for you&lt;br /&gt;The cold thorns inside that patronizing gaze suffocate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[MINJI] Don’t come closer, I don’t even want your concern&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave away to somewhere, I want to shout out&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[DARA] All alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m all alone x 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;There is no such thing as warmth&lt;br /&gt;There is no one by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m all alone x 2&lt;br /&gt;I’m always alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;There’s no such thing as warmth&lt;br /&gt;Next to my side, there’s not even anyone to embrace me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be prety&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;br /&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="LEFT" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;video by 2NE1 @ youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;rom by bestdj @ ygladies.com + trans by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;GEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; @ ygladies.com (via oneasiaa.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2961162611347468756?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2961162611347468756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/2ne1s-new-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2961162611347468756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2961162611347468756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/2ne1s-new-one.html' title='2NE1&apos;s new one!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_vk0Nm8o-IY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7919518466339151599</id><published>2011-07-23T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T05:14:52.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>July 19th, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I was up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I could distantly remember hearing my phone's message tone a few times while I was fighting for more sleep earlier on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Even dreamt about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I knew that day was going to be just like the day before, but I still allowed myself to have a little hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And so, I lay there, checking my phone. Sure enough, I've got messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;After a little hesitation, I dutily replied each of them. After all, they made me smile in the morning. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;What did I do next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I stayed in bed, reading a book until I got hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Got up, showered, and descended downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I lunched and lounged in front of the TV, channel-surfing like only I know best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Checked my facebook and twitter through my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Smiled a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But mostly I smiled to the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Laughed at it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;My father brought me satays for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Ate that in front of the TV too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;My cousin called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And I made a conclusion that Blackberry Storm and iPhone have got the worst call quality over the phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But that's only my observation and opinion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Don't shoot the messenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And that's how I spent my 20th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7919518466339151599?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7919518466339151599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-19th-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7919518466339151599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7919518466339151599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-19th-2011.html' title='July 19th, 2011'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4746480574597801702</id><published>2011-07-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:34:01.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food: Sotong Pulut</title><content type='html'>Just so you know what I'm talking about when I mention 'sotong pulut' as one of my favourite dishes by my grandmother, yes, I'm turning it into a blog post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbknqxKykPQ/TimVK9C9wAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2AvLAkstG68/s1600/Photo1077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbknqxKykPQ/TimVK9C9wAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2AvLAkstG68/s320/Photo1077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fried version&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip97Ys6oy8Q/TimVNp0SDnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/apaoAg4JYmQ/s1600/Photo1078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip97Ys6oy8Q/TimVNp0SDnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/apaoAg4JYmQ/s320/Photo1078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cooked in coconut cream (santan) ver.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, it's squid stuffed with glutinous rice. It's friggin delicious either fried with tumeric, or cooked in santan (as seen above).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only person I know who knows how to make this is my grandma. Nobody outside my family knows what I'm talking about when I mention this tasty dish - which is their loss, to say the least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys can get a chance to eat this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4746480574597801702?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4746480574597801702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/food-sotong-pulut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4746480574597801702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4746480574597801702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/food-sotong-pulut.html' title='Food: Sotong Pulut'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbknqxKykPQ/TimVK9C9wAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2AvLAkstG68/s72-c/Photo1077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7188067198187862395</id><published>2011-06-19T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T01:11:19.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>When I was 19...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gregfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/19NumberNineteenInCircle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.gregfellows.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/19NumberNineteenInCircle.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started doing my degree. Bachelor of Engineering (Hons.) in Electronics (Computer). I know. I couldn't believe it either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My health went on a rollercoaster ride. A lot of fever hits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Icy cold drinks started making my throat sore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went off my 'P' driving licence and got a 'real' one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was severely depressed during my first semester. Tears came out of my eyes for the littlest stress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did a 180 with my moods during my second semester. I calmed down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned to let go of the people who should be let go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I conquered my grief over lost things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how to take chances again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how to accept people with little complains. I still complain. Just not too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realised that I forgot how to smile at strangers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my own set of house keys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yeah, lawn bowl. I learned how to play lawn bowl. It took me a whole semester to get it right. =x&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started to enjoy driving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It finally hit me that I'm getting older.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7188067198187862395?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7188067198187862395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-i-was-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7188067198187862395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7188067198187862395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-i-was-19.html' title='When I was 19...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8743112814572162415</id><published>2011-06-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:11:13.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I finally did it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Semester 2's results are out~!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just want to say this to all the government bodies and scholarship people who rejected my application(s)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IN YOUR FRIGGIN' FACE! HA HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inhale. exhale.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me, I can't resist that dig. I just spent weeks waiting to say (or in this case, type) that. I have a little complex about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I can actually say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know this means one thing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually did it this time =))) I made it pass the mark that seemed to hold me back by just millimeters before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pats myself on the back*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a hermit all of last semester actually pays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8743112814572162415?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8743112814572162415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-finally-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8743112814572162415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8743112814572162415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4457918784964239079</id><published>2011-05-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:35:42.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>matriks vs. asasi: an update</title><content type='html'>Since I observed that my old post about matriculation vs. foundation (asasi) was getting quite a number of views for the past month or so, I think it's a good idea to put some new words in on the topic. Because that old post is just...OLD.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm an ex-asasian, as I like to call it. I did foundation in engineering at UiTM for a year. FYI, that was one of the best year of studying I've had. =) But that's mostly owing to great classmates and roommates. Lucky me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's talk about the basics of both matriks and asasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm not mistaken, what you'll study in both lines are almost the same. For example, in matriks, if you choose to do physics, you'll study the same thing as you will in asasi engineering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But during my time in asasi, we have additional subjects like Computing, Introduction to Engineering, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The difference is that, with asasi, you're being directed onto a more specific path. Although, if your results permit it, you can choose a different path. What I mean is with asasi, there are engineering...science...law...TESL... These are all designed to make it that much easier for you to get into a degree programme related to the said foundation programme. Engineering to engineering. Science to medicine, pharmaceutical, etc. Law to law, and TESL to TESL or languages, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, if after you're done with foundation in engineering, you want to go and do business, you still can. Provided you meet the requirements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it's almost the same if you do matriks. The advantage of asasi is that it's easier to get into the univesity you're studying in than if you are from matriks. But that may be just my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about the environment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asasi programme are conducted in universities, therefore, you'll feel more like a university student already. Matriculations aren't that university-like. It's more like that transition from high school to university life. Not to sound like a snob because I'm from asasi, but it's the truth. When I started doing my degree with a whole class of students from matriks, I could see the difference straight away. Sure, I got used to it. But things aren't the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything simplified, I would still choose asasi over matriks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel more mature and more independent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know what I wanted to take for degree, but I just went with the flow, and found my calling eventually. At least, I hope it is my true calling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know exactly what you want to do yet, I'd advise you to take up foundation programme, matriks or A-levels. If you already know exactly what you want to do, go ahead and take a diploma program, or a specific foundation programme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important thing is to think about what YOU want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't just follow your friends. What they do might not be best for you. What you do might not be best for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take what your family says into consideration as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decide. Take responsibility of your own actions. Be more independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And now, I shall avoid going into one of my poetic moods. Pardon me, I'm reading Wuthering Heights at the moment. Old English. My language usually reflects what I'm reading. So.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4457918784964239079?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4457918784964239079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/matriks-vs-asasi-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4457918784964239079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4457918784964239079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/matriks-vs-asasi-update.html' title='matriks vs. asasi: an update'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2998780636243554474</id><published>2011-05-18T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:04:56.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the time for flowers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my sisters' and cousin's convocation!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations, lovelies~! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sKZhdot6hf0/TdOl_ItNhzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sXy1B1LDgrM/s1600/IMG_0480a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sKZhdot6hf0/TdOl_ItNhzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sXy1B1LDgrM/s400/IMG_0480a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2998780636243554474?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2998780636243554474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-for-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2998780636243554474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2998780636243554474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-for-flowers.html' title='the time for flowers?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sKZhdot6hf0/TdOl_ItNhzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sXy1B1LDgrM/s72-c/IMG_0480a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8868027927001111855</id><published>2011-05-01T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T03:32:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your honest opinion on guys who use their girlfriend for money, and girls who use their boyfriend for money? Or just plain use their money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;What is your honest opinion on guys who use their girlfriend for money, and girls who use their boyfriend for money? Or just plain use their money?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/kS1zla"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8868027927001111855?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8868027927001111855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-your-honest-opinion-on-guys-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8868027927001111855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8868027927001111855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-your-honest-opinion-on-guys-who.html' title='What is your honest opinion on guys who use their girlfriend for money, and girls who use their boyfriend for money? Or just plain use their money?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1909993119023693988</id><published>2011-04-29T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:15:29.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Kepada penyelaras CTU 551/TITAS UiTM</title><content type='html'>Just sat for the paper this morning.&lt;div&gt;I just want to say, what is the use of assigning a textbook that does not contain what you are going to ask us in the exam? Seriously. And not to sound uppity and all, but that particular textbook is poorly written in some parts and disorderly on some parts. i.e. the chapter on Tamadun India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please update the textbook or just use some other notes or something in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A concerned UiTM student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1909993119023693988?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1909993119023693988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/kepada-penyelaras-ctu-551titas-uitm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1909993119023693988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1909993119023693988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/kepada-penyelaras-ctu-551titas-uitm.html' title='Kepada penyelaras CTU 551/TITAS UiTM'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-418493907573161108</id><published>2011-04-15T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:02:51.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I probably write too much about myself. I can't help but do.</title><content type='html'>Yo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;The heck is that 'yo!' for, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't exactly have any idea what I'm going to write about, actually. For the first time ever, right? Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UiTM's internet connection is being reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaally slow today. Seriously. It's like it got choked on a bone or summat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final exam starts next week, Friday!! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time to be a nerdy geek is here, yet again, my dears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooooh, BEFORE THAT. Good news. Actually scored full marks for my Communication Engineering test 2! wahahahahahahaaa~~ *bricked* heee heee. Yerp. More evidence that I'm a geek at heart. I was surprised though. Guess this old brain of mine is still working, then. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough bragging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, good luck for exams, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, am currently IN LOVE with Big Bang's Love Song. x) Fell in love the first I listened to it. I would have given a link here or something but am not at such liberty with this internet connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid Liar is pretty good too. (also by Big Bang)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't got round to listening TVXQ's new stuff yet. - at least, I &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;there are some new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNBlue's Intuition is good too. It gets addictive. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-418493907573161108?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/418493907573161108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-probably-write-too-much-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/418493907573161108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/418493907573161108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-probably-write-too-much-about-myself.html' title='I probably write too much about myself. I can&apos;t help but do.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-50764817704234321</id><published>2011-04-04T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:13:13.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>it's that time of the year, when I feel as though I've got nobody close enough</title><content type='html'>Who in the world linked the words MONDAY and BLUES together? Well, he/she is a genius then.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a way to start the week. I came to the fac thinking I was already 15 minutes late, went to the class...and nobody was there. Called up my classmate. The class actually starts at 9. I was 15 minutes EARLY for goodness sake. AND the class is cancelled. =____=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody brick me. Please. Just brick me. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regarding the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say I had too much fun last week that I suddenly remembered how to feel sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not exactly sad. Just a little...lonely, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens from time to time. I'd suddely look around and then realise that everybody's got somebody. And here I am, forever the third wheel. Maybe it's my fault for not being as opened as others. Maybe I did something. Maybe they did something. Sigh. I will only end up in a circle for going on like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to be able to bring people to me. Bring them together. And then get 'abandoned'. More than once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ain't fun. Oh well. They still tell me their secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh that's probably it, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I'm good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really take up psychology in my spare time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those out there probably wondering WHAT THE FLIPPIN HECK AM I ON ABOUT, well, twist your mind a bit, take some turns instead of straight lines, and then you'll get what I am on about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably just made you say 'huh?' again, right? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am feeling better, now, anyway. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, o pure blogging space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya peepz. (and good luck with tests and final exams!-in case I don't get to say it again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-50764817704234321?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/50764817704234321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-that-time-of-year-when-i-feel-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/50764817704234321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/50764817704234321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-that-time-of-year-when-i-feel-as.html' title='it&apos;s that time of the year, when I feel as though I&apos;ve got nobody close enough'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6972213963676360887</id><published>2011-03-10T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:09:02.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I better take a step back and breathe, and then step forward again.</title><content type='html'>For the past week, I was less of a geek, more of a hermit in front of a laptop. My sister's laptop, that is. It's kind of old but it's good enough to use. Doing assignment and presentation stuff for titas. Yerp, the one we've hardly had any classes of. Night after day after night after day. I've finished my part. waiting for them to finish theirs. hopefully it'd be good. I can't really face more of the thing. =_="&lt;div&gt;Of course, I allowed myself some peaceful breaks watching some movies and anime (courtesy of my good neighbour next door). Let's see...Percy Jackson (awesome. but reminded me a lot of Clash of the Titans), Confessions of a Shopaholic (can any movie ever be as colourful? oh wait maybe Alice in Wonderland can...), Estet (sort of alright, actually..a bit of a bollywood wannabe though), Mean Girls 2 (which was really as bad as people said it was). what else.....re-watched Ella Enchanted. Man, that movie's quite a few years back huh? enjoyed it though =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for anime, am watching Yakitate Japan! at the moment. Loooovvvvve~~x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder if anyone has Fullmetal Alchemist.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6972213963676360887?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6972213963676360887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-better-take-step-back-and-breathe-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6972213963676360887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6972213963676360887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-better-take-step-back-and-breathe-and.html' title='I better take a step back and breathe, and then step forward again.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1076548608044225750</id><published>2011-02-22T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:39:30.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>why can't some people consider that others are still friggin sleeping, and not make as much noise in the morn?</title><content type='html'>Morning.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just voted for our fac's committee thingy. Just voted for the faces that sort of speaks to me 'I am responsible'. Shoot me for that. Do I even know them? How else am I suppose to vote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've taken the liking of posting with long, nothing to do with it yet everything to do with it titles. (in case you haven't noticed) I just got tired of thinking some cleverly short titles so voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, quite a lot of silent followers, now. xP Appreciate it, peepz. 'Cause now I don't feel like I'm just talking - or should I say typing- to myself all the time. I know, I can be so lame and&amp;nbsp;exaggerating and procrastinating and stuff sometimes. I just can't help it. The way I write in this blog is probably half of what my thoughts are like in reality. The thoughts that can't get out into the world. wow. dramatic much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish. ramai plak dalam library nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Studies. We're in the midst of tests. 3 more incoming. And the peepz are talking about taking an intersession course on our holidays. Hurmm. And they're talking about taking calculus. I don't know if I should follow suit. As I've said on my fb, I just think that the difference won't be much if I just take one subject. Maybe it'd be different if I was to take two. But that would be taking an unnecessary toll on my life during the holidays. And it would cost me more in the end. Well. It would cost my parents more. My mum said it's up to me. She encouraged me to do it because she said I won't exactly have anything to do during the holidays anyway. Yerp, back to the 4 months holiday thing. But, as you may have guessed, I'm undecided. Maybe I should just stay home and brush up on my driving skills or practice cooking or baking or something.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and maybe finally get over the lost of my dear pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular beliefs, I take my time forgetting things. Especially things that I love so damn much and one that I've put half of my heart and mind and soul into. (shit, there goes my dramatic side again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching around for a replacement. One that I can afford with what I have in my savings. Yes, that is how determined I am. I've seen a new HP around lately. It's much cheaper than my dv4. But I haven'te got to see it in the shops yet. maybe I'll check it out on the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't say anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've typed quite a few paragraphs. Bored probably everybody by now.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are just endless, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;They twist and turn until I make it stop, and wonder where and when it actually started.&lt;br /&gt;So here's another load off my mind onto a page.&lt;br /&gt;Because no mouth is willing to ask and no ears are willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note then,&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1076548608044225750?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1076548608044225750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-cant-some-people-consider-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1076548608044225750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1076548608044225750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-cant-some-people-consider-that.html' title='why can&apos;t some people consider that others are still friggin sleeping, and not make as much noise in the morn?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2369377551931944870</id><published>2011-02-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:46:08.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>some things are worth waiting for...well, sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/TUks3SQO7tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aiEO5n1ZNo4/s400/Photo0536.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I managed to score these three books by three great authors for SUCH a discount! I'm still having trouble believing it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two classics, Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, are on offer at Popular bookstore alongside other classics like Charles Dickens' (ah how I clearly remember studying A Christmas Carol in year 8..), and Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Classics are the best. And they are on offer at the price of RM14.90 for two books, with an additional 20% off if you buy it with another purchase above RM10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third book I got is Diana Wynne Jones's House of Many Ways. It's a sequel to Howl's Moving Castle, which I already have, so it goes without saying that I just have to have this one. And guess what? It's a hardback. And guess the price. It's RM14.90. I had serious trouble believing that price tag that I checked every single copy of the book on the rack. Even when the cashier punched it in, I was still having trouble believing it. LOL. Normally the softback copy of this book goes on sale for about RM20++. I just checked and my Howl's copy is RM22.90. What a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the end of last night, after discounts upon discounts, I was the owner of 3 new books for the mere price of RM25.35. *cue jaw-drop* Ah, how I love this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all this book talk ain't your cup of tea or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Even I think I should be a promoter for the said bookstore for all this promos I'm typing about.&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;Some people like to brag about buying things at the most expensive prices. I like to brag about buying things with higher quality at the lowest possible prices.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I'm clever that way.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Am I making you puke yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-end note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want Merlin's Conspiracy!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;-finished-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2369377551931944870?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2369377551931944870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-things-are-worth-waiting-forwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2369377551931944870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2369377551931944870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-things-are-worth-waiting-forwell.html' title='some things are worth waiting for...well, sometimes...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/TUks3SQO7tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aiEO5n1ZNo4/s72-c/Photo0536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1933913764937162139</id><published>2011-02-01T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:22:05.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>computer trouble. I know. Me? Of all people? *eyeroll+facepalm+wake-up-slap*</title><content type='html'>I need some help, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is, I'm using this probably 5-6 years old desktop. Windows XP. 80GB Hard Drive.&lt;i&gt;(do they make hard drives that small anymore??o.0)&lt;/i&gt; 2.60GHz Intel Pentium 4 Processor. 512 MB DDR...and what else..? ah, guess I should include the graphics. 128 MB AGP ATI Radeon 9200 SE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old piece has been reformatted a couple of times. None caused as much trouble as the most recent. See, after it got reformatted, the PC just shuts itself off like somebody has just pulled the plug and then restarts itself automatically. This happens when I do a few particular things. First, when I go to www.youtube.com. Not even streaming the videos, just going onto the website causes this computer to shut down. I can stream and watch videos through winamp, as I did yesterday, but not through flash, I guess. Second, when I try to launch applications, like Samsung Kies, for example. I just double-click on the desktop icon and the computer will suddenly shut down and restart back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried searching for it on Google, but none of the answers satisfied me. I've read on a forum somewhere that it might be caused by overheating. Like, the fan's collecting up dust and stuff. I'm no expert, but I guess I can try opening the CPU case and clean up the fan if that's what it takes. But I've also read that doing that don't really improve the matter. =_= So. Help. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they teach us about these things in class instead of all the endless circuits and amplifiers and signals, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Suffering without video streaming websites,&lt;br /&gt;Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;*tell me there's and &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt; to this*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1933913764937162139?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1933913764937162139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/computer-trouble-i-know-me-of-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1933913764937162139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1933913764937162139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/computer-trouble-i-know-me-of-all.html' title='computer trouble. I know. Me? Of all people? *eyeroll+facepalm+wake-up-slap*'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8024016698411843011</id><published>2011-02-01T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:07:38.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>org politik ni ada otak ke tak eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;ahh..to that, I would like to quote a tweet: Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy. via @funnyoneliners . Now, go figure out the answer yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/BellaWan?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me crap and I&amp;#039;ll give you crap. So. Let&amp;#039;s crap it up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8024016698411843011?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8024016698411843011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/org-politik-ni-ada-otak-ke-tak-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8024016698411843011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8024016698411843011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/org-politik-ni-ada-otak-ke-tak-eh.html' title='org politik ni ada otak ke tak eh?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-3692215781722444990</id><published>2011-01-19T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:17:08.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>did you know the force you use to squeeze water out of wet clothes could tear your skin off? I do now.</title><content type='html'>see, here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, my dear little blog of everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a month since I've posted anything at all, and as you might hazard guessing, my head's feeling really cramped with randomly random thoughts.I'm in uni again, still staying on campus. Am not even gonna go on about that for I am not gonna be ungrateful today.&lt;br /&gt;Classes? One less subject, no less boring. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Got new co-cu now. Lawnball...or is it lawnbowl... Yep, changed it (again) juuust a day or two after sem started. Only one class so far. Pretty interesting, though heaven knows how bad I am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Even less people in my class now.&lt;br /&gt;where did they go, I wonder....although I may be able to guess....=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyayaii...my shoulders are aching already.&lt;br /&gt;doing my lab report thingy now.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of lab, I'm paired with some other person from some other program today.&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly sure that this would work out well...=_=&lt;br /&gt;was actually feeling ok about working on my own. cuz then I would have complete control over every single detail. yup, control freak side.&lt;br /&gt;but no. she suddenly came up to me and said we're partners.&lt;br /&gt;and then...I don't think she's heard of the term personal space much.. too close for comfort for someone I've just met. &lt;br /&gt;damn timetable organizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing home a lot. I know I was bored to a coma before, but I miss it nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;Wish my home and the uni is like 5 minutes apart. Then I can be going home to my one and only true nest and be whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn. I forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I. Cut. My. Own. Hair.&lt;br /&gt;last sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a difference if you see it, but it's quite a difference if I see it.&lt;br /&gt;end of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;END OF.&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/30176157820238236-3692215781722444990?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3692215781722444990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-you-know-force-you-use-to-squeeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/3692215781722444990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/3692215781722444990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-you-know-force-you-use-to-squeeze.html' title='did you know the force you use to squeeze water out of wet clothes could tear your skin off? I do now.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4106535138539090666</id><published>2010-12-10T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:18:35.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>beep.beep.</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kind of like what I predicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a bit better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.01 off the mark this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last time it was .02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next time, I'll try to get that difference disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4106535138539090666?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4106535138539090666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/beepbeep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4106535138539090666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4106535138539090666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/beepbeep.html' title='beep.beep.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8392074848224854673</id><published>2010-11-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:00:24.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>#scribbles: are you this person?</title><content type='html'>Once, there was a girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No need for names, now. Let's just keep everyone fairly anonymous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wasn't particularly talkative. In fact, she's quite shy. But she had quite a number of friends. Everyone in the same year knew her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;*shut up sister, am trying to write here*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They knew her because she was one of the cleverest girls in the school. And in this place, brains bring fame. She didn't brag. Far from it. When the teachers announce her name as the highest scorer in the class, again, and again, and again, she just received the praise with a smile. She was humble and kind to her friends. She was a normal kid. With cleverer brains. She was well-liked. Life was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all too soon, in her final year, she had to move away from the school. She had to go and live on a foreign land with her family. The news spread. Then, the goodbyes started.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't sad, she wasn't ecstatic either. She was just indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the goodbyes and parting presents, one sentence stood out from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy me something from London!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going to Nottingham, stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;disclaimer: this story has nothing to do with the dead or the living dead, but everything to do about the living. and this story is mine. mine and only mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8392074848224854673?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8392074848224854673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/scribbles-are-you-this-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8392074848224854673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8392074848224854673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/scribbles-are-you-this-person.html' title='#scribbles: are you this person?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7051906594236046043</id><published>2010-11-18T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:40:21.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sorry that last post was quite useless</title><content type='html'>...not that any of mine are usually useful...but...ah whatever =x&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and this is not the promised 'tomorrow' either. Got back home a day later than the supposed Monday. And then, well, I couldn't be bothered to get online. Yeah, how I've CHANGED, right? xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a bit of a headache these few days. x_x not exactly what I want when I'm in my hometown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've figured out why I've no appetite in college. It's because I was brought up with friggin delicious home-cooked meals in my mouth that all else will fall below par.xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples. My sis was sick on the way here and so my gran made a simple porridge for her. Man, even a plain porridge with anchovies can taste that good! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, my gran made nasi lemak and some nasi impit for aidiladha. Had a bit of a fever on that day, so I didn't eat much. The nasi lemak with the usual delicious prawn; ahhhh I know I won't get tired of that. oh yes, and of course ayam masak merah. yummmmm~~`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today, I woke up to the smell of my mom's cooking. Laksa Sarawak today, baybeh~! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see, how can I not get bored of the food in uni, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh as I posted before, I'm on my sem break x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what I'd be doing during this holiday time. Since my sisters are home too, I guess the first few weeks won't be too boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about sisters, my 2nd sis bought herself a PS2 using el dinero she got from mi madre. Complete with her wanted Guitar Hero set. xD *applause* FINALLY, a game console in this house. We grew up with mostly uncomputerized toys. No complains, though. SO, the WHOLE FAMILY has been having quite some fun on the thing. Yep, even Mr. Wan and P.M. Dr. Aien. My proud moments are on Burnout: Revenge. x) CRASH 'EM BAYBEH!! muahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7051906594236046043?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7051906594236046043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-that-last-post-was-quite-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7051906594236046043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7051906594236046043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-that-last-post-was-quite-useless.html' title='sorry that last post was quite useless'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7180729466402449415</id><published>2010-11-14T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:06:37.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>semester one</title><content type='html'>Name: Wan Norsyabilla Wan Saadan.&lt;br /&gt;ID: 201023****&lt;br /&gt;Status: Waiting for 1st semester's results...and on sem BREAK x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~~~&lt;br /&gt;well, at least for 6 weeks or so. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Exams? I shall not dwell on it for what's done is done, and there's nothing else I can do but wait. =x&lt;br /&gt;7 subs plus 1 co-cu. 19 credit hours. 5 core subs. I can pretty much guarantee that I won't get all A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*damn I'm hungry*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is on of those days when I think too much about too many things. One thing leads to another and another and so on. Yep, I am a successful procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;Ergggh I hate blogging from my sister's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;loads of things just go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;-END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7180729466402449415?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7180729466402449415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/semester-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7180729466402449415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7180729466402449415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/semester-one.html' title='semester one'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-3428604376109142922</id><published>2010-10-30T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T02:14:21.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>double my dosage</title><content type='html'>oh, hey. I'm typing. FROM A COMPUTER.xP~&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha am in KL, using this hotel's free broadband to the max. I haven't really done anything other than clicking in and out of fb and twitter...for the past few hours or so...&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; time flies, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got a house-warming to attend to tomorrow. FAMILY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh I miss my aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of my finals, actually. 2 papers down, only 3 more to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digital was alright, but I spent just a little too much time on one of the questions that I had to rush my way through the last question with under 15 minutes left on the clock. The lecturer stopped us 3 minutes before I expected. I didn't get to the designing part. I did all the steps towards designing it!...and even THAT turned out to have something wrong..BUT, it is not my style to dwell on an exam paper and will never be. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other paper I'm done with is Signals and Systems. The one with friggin truckload of formulae and things. &amp;nbsp;Just things. Only couldn't do a few...I think. And found out that my carry mark for the sub is the highest for my class. o.O" Reaction: surprised. really? huh. wow. Because I thought my test marks were just so-so. The other class that's joined with us for the subject has higher carry marks than me, though. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My recent favourite activity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CROSSING OFF MY EXAMS OFF OF MY EXAM TIMETABLE!!!!!xDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs466.ash2/73989_1570427774879_1061010616_31550670_1355503_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs466.ash2/73989_1570427774879_1061010616_31550670_1355503_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I laugh like a maniac everytime I do it =DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;checking out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-3428604376109142922?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3428604376109142922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-my-dosage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/3428604376109142922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/3428604376109142922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-my-dosage.html' title='double my dosage'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-288915758215850162</id><published>2010-10-20T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:16:32.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>co-cu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG. See Bell, this is what happens when you procrastinate too much. Recreation's full. Almost everything is full. even gamelan! - not that I want to join that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what now?&lt;br /&gt;There are little choices left. Is this really how you want it to be, my dear self?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Drama, public speaking, debating, lit appreciation (wth is that?), golf (you know you don't want to)...&lt;br /&gt;OR national kesatria 2.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, intellectual discourse is empty. no thanks, then.&lt;br /&gt;no to debating.&lt;br /&gt;no to golf.&lt;br /&gt;no to kesatria.&lt;br /&gt;wait. apesal thoughts of nation leaders tuh sampai 5 groups when there are only 11 people???&lt;br /&gt;wow. genius.&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I think I want something that would use the other side if my brain instead. As in, less thinking, more doing.&lt;br /&gt;I get enough to think about from my day to day classes, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Even I'm surprised by what I just clicked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-288915758215850162?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/288915758215850162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/co-cu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/288915758215850162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/288915758215850162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/co-cu.html' title='co-cu'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6909466865005790778</id><published>2010-10-17T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:43:33.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>either aku perasan or aku memang patut terasa</title><content type='html'>ok, you peepz probably already know that one sentence I've been saying since, like, forever. The 'hidup mesti perasan' sentence. I think I'm gonna go on and add to it. "Hidup mesti perasan...mesti...tapi kena tau limit..."&lt;i&gt;*omg, it's frigginn cold here in the friggin library, man*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? Ah. well. with technology these days, you'd never know if that post is about you or someone else. Like me. I say whatever about whomever and whatever whenever I want to - ONLINE. I keep it mostly anonymous, of course. I know others do it too. But hey, everybody's got internet and everybody's got their bit of cleverness. Which means, privacy is sort of a myth already. Don't you agree? I know you do.xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6909466865005790778?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6909466865005790778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/either-aku-perasan-or-aku-memang-patut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6909466865005790778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6909466865005790778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/either-aku-perasan-or-aku-memang-patut.html' title='either aku perasan or aku memang patut terasa'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4557760560773941941</id><published>2010-10-10T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:00:32.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a thought releasing post. yes, another one.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to everyone and everything that has been causing this little bit of stress this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second round of tests are here. Just did two common tests yesterday and today. The one this morning was a bit of a surprise, since I just got to know that it'll be on this morning at midnight last night. The lecturer only mentioned about the in-class test tomorrow, and nothing about the common test. Frustrating. Since I hardly had any sleep the night and day before, I couldn't exactly stay up and study last night. So I just roughly looked at the things we've been quizzed and revising on in class. I think I can do much better than that. Again. It's frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does friendship has to be so complicated and twisted? No, right? So why does it feel that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. You know what? I think my problem is that I sort of absorb the problems people told me they are having and that sort of affects me in the end. Now where is that shield I had earlier...? Dear me, just remember to breathe, don't just listen and absorb, but think and reflect. DO NOT ABSORB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. And remember to smile. Because remember that day when you weren't giving a thought to the world, and suddenly you seem to bump into so many people that you know, all of a sudden? Yeah, what a weird coincidence. I think that's to remind you that you have people around you. Whenever. Wherever. Use that as a reason to smile.=)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to thin out the ever so thick wall of mine but things just keep coming out, making it thicker by the day. Different thickness in every corner. I should try. But why should I try when they don't? Is there an invisible bear beside me that I don't know of? Sometimes, I just get tired of being the one who has to talk first, ok. Sometimes I'd think that maybe I'm disturbing you too much. Sometimes, I'd think you don't even care about keeping contact anymore. Sure, I do that to some of my old friends. But we've spent too much time together in school that we don't have a problem about it. But we're not old friends. Are we really friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word of the day: frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;To prevent from accomplishing a purpose or fulfilling a desire; thwart:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;To cause feelings of discouragement or bafflement in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;To make ineffectual or invalid; nullify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now get out of here and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/30176157820238236-4557760560773941941?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4557760560773941941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/thought-releasing-post-yes-another-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4557760560773941941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4557760560773941941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/thought-releasing-post-yes-another-one.html' title='a thought releasing post. yes, another one.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5111018159012381154</id><published>2010-10-07T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:49:37.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>neglected silence</title><content type='html'>this space is currently very neglected by its resident writer, me, and will most probably continue to be neglected until the end of this current semester.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the library, typing with these freezing hands of mine and doing my project work thingy. Although I have just a faint idea of this thing, I'm just searching and typing and everything I can. I mean, when he said notes, does he mean for us to just write a little notes/ summary on those little stuff or are we supposed to include every little thing from diagrams to truth tables and whatnot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-I-G-H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, well. At least the important bits are through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastinating here. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5111018159012381154?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5111018159012381154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/neglected-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5111018159012381154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5111018159012381154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/neglected-silence.html' title='neglected silence'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-3129714069074791764</id><published>2010-09-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:39:55.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy Eid 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*cough*cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Aidilfitri, everyone!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a long while since I last typed anything in this space, huh? Miss me, bloggy?hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do a bit of a replay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 27th August 2010, THE group R of PI009 09/10 had a reunion!! xD how I missed those loud guys and great girls, all together x) We broke fast at KFC. Made such NOISE there! lol we truly made it like home by ignoring stares from the other customers =P &amp;nbsp;hey. when our group members are all gathered together like that, there's seriously no chance for total silence, man. x))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after dinner we moved the party over to i-city. the city of lights. pfft. more like where the government seems to have too much money to spend that they just waste it all on electricity for friggin coloured lights. I reall have no idea what the purpose of that place is. And THEN they wanna do Earth hour, huh? *shakes head*. sorry, procrastinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we visited the famous i-city, just for fun. and just to spend more time together. and thanks to our resident talented photographer, we took quite a lot of pictures. heh heh heh. after so many flashes and snaps, we wrapped it up....and went to Barra, a mamak restaurant. xD just went there for a drink and a bit of supper for those who wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, that's probably one of the happiest day I've had this sem. thank you my dearest former group!=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's talk about my current group.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say it's a startling contrast. and I feel like the black sheep in the midst of all the white ones. and stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My studies... are going quite okay, I think. I turned out pretty well in digital system and bel. flunked basic electronics. and have no idea what's the verdict on the tests for calculus, circuit, and signals &amp;amp; systems yet. i think calculus could be alright. i could do with more time for signals &amp;amp; systems. and i'm forever unsure with circuit. so...we'll see how it goes..;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope I can do much better so that I'd get the pointer that'd be enough to get JPA. Nope, I didn't get it using my asasi's cgpa. sigh~ so for now, I can't yet see the light at the end of this tunnel. =( but..i'll try to make what i've got in my bank account last. i don't go out that much compared to others here, so guess i would be ok until the end of this sem, maybe. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to control my depression, nowadays. I'd get cranky every stinking day over some little thing. I don't know why. I just do. Maybe it's the stress. Maybe it's the loneliness. Maybe it's them. Maybe it's just me. ahhhhh who gives a damn about what i'm going through, right?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zippin it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(E)(N)(D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-3129714069074791764?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3129714069074791764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-eid-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/3129714069074791764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/3129714069074791764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-eid-2010.html' title='Happy Eid 2010'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2037757940889563159</id><published>2010-08-14T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:56:03.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>home for a minute</title><content type='html'>am at home in Kuantan ;)&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got back last night with my sisters. we can't help it. we miss kuantan too much already. soooo...we HAD to do something about it. and so, here we are!xP~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy fasting to all muslims out there!=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh..HOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im fb-ing right now. and wow. i feel like i've missed a chunk out of the lives of the ex-asasians around me. i mean..like...wasn't that girl with that guy before..and now she's with THAT guy who seemed to like that other girl last time...gossip much?! lol. sorry. am a bit surprised by the turns of events. guess these people are just out for play, huh? shut up, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah yes, back home. we were greeted by my atok's really friggin awesomely delicious sotong pulut and bubur lambuk. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh PURE SATISFACTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for that sotong pulut, it's worth coming back to Kuantan. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classes are going alright. of course, when it comes to all them circuits, i can be so dumbly confused or so surprisingly clever. sigh~ clearly not my favourites! my better subjects are probably calculus..digital system......and OF COURSE BEL403.muahaha which, btw, stands for language enrichment which is basically english. signals and system can be alright...but it's a bit of a bore....=$ and it's one of those "why do i have to learn this" subject. with loads of formula n things. just things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classmates........are all good......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still can't top the loudness, craziness, and happiness of the former group R of mine. but yeah. we're all getting along better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do try. I get some response. but sometimes..I'd just suddenly get tired and give up the front. I'd shut up and feel like screaming. I don't know. I need to relax. THEY need to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class isn't my stress reliever anymore. I don't have a personal computer to blog with in college to release my pent-up stress. So just imagine my level of stress these days. =_= ain't good, man...ain't good at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking about classmates, a few managed to track me down and add me up on fb. guess i've to add a bit of a filter while writing status updates and stuff, huh?... joke. not. so. argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guys are mostly short. a few are shorter than me, even. evil, i know. i'm only stating the truth. the short ones, as usual, are a bit...off. yerp, offending people here. it's my space. so what?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;room-mates...are my little slice of heaven as usual. I'm lucky I have such good roomies over the past few semesters.;) they can be quite chatty - which is such a relief after a day full of classes. and they took really really good care of me when I had a fever!x) touched. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else haven't I talked about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's enough for now. Better make myself useful and help my mom make sandwiches downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last words for today:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never say hey or remember your name, it's probably 'cause I'm cooler than you...or i just simply have short term memory ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2037757940889563159?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2037757940889563159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-for-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2037757940889563159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2037757940889563159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-for-minute.html' title='home for a minute'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1804103681247442154</id><published>2010-07-22T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:51:23.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>it all started with cupcakes</title><content type='html'>Dear B. Happy flippin' (somewhat belated) birthday! xD&lt;br /&gt;Yes darlings. I am finally friggin 19 years &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; young. Ah damn. My last teen year already? xP&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this long story short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...was spent by myself in my room for hours. I did my laundry. I ate my lunch.&amp;nbsp;I did 10 questions of calculus. And then my room-mates came back. My sister texted me, saying she would pick me up for dinner. By 6pm, I was too bored of the walls in here and quite an empty stomach to match. Got a burger. Around 8, went out with my sister. Kedai Kopi near the big mosque. Met up with two of her friends. Just as I was about to take another mouthful of noodles, everybody's favourite tune was sung out. By my other sister with their house-mate and our cousin. omg. I was just about to give up hope of a birthday surprise. xD lol. The party came with a boxful of Hello Kitty cupcakes which looked seriously too cute to eat! Presents? Love them. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...saw my my mood going from one extreme to another. Really, very unstable that day. Expectations maybe. Oh, and boring subjects. =x Thanks to the people who texted birthday wishes to me =) that gave some reasons to have a smile on my face. Unfortunately, my credit ran lower than low after I replied to some of them. Why do you all have to use digi or celcom eyh?=p So, sorry to those who I couldn't reply to, aite! I really am grateful, nonetheless. =)) By night-time, I was very very very very pleasantly surprised by my room-mates in 1B-04-04!!! xDD Just when I had my back to them, and took a mouthful of really great nasi lemak kerang, the three of them sang happy birthday and gave me a present.=)) yesss, BANGGA MOMENT. xPPP~ super touched because I wasn't expecting anything, you know. Ah, how I love you girls. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...spent my afternoon browsing facebook using my mobile...just to reply to the fifty birthday wishes people posted. Yerp. I actually did reply to each one of them. AND thru my mobile. I know. I can't even believe myself sometimes.xP hey! I have my hardworking, friendly moments too!xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...and today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with mi friends to kfc for dinner. Ate my zinger. wiped my whipped and wedged clean off the plate. was waiting for two more to join us, but they were still in line to order. shortening things up, I got another present in the mean time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerppp I love presents. and I love my birthday. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;some things are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1804103681247442154?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1804103681247442154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-all-started-with-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1804103681247442154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1804103681247442154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-all-started-with-cupcakes.html' title='it all started with cupcakes'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8109530854514258683</id><published>2010-07-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:43:21.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I...don't know you...but...guess I have to.</title><content type='html'>OK. 4 days into the new timetable. New program. New kids on the block.&lt;br /&gt;My group is a small one. So far there are 11 girls and 7 guys. Not everybody wanted this program in the first place. Some even wants to go to nursing and all the biology related programs. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call kena campak a.k.a. got thrown wherever by the upu system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still getting to know the whole class. A bit hard when classes kept getting cancelled and the present lecturers went straight to describing the whole course without any 'ice-breaking'. &lt;br /&gt;My timetable's pretty jammed up.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling myself to not complain too early. Just bear with all of these physics. The computer part will come soon enough...in semester 3...&lt;br /&gt;aiyaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 days to go for my birthday as of today.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but am not hoping for muchness.&lt;br /&gt;am just wishing to get through the whole of this semester in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;but OF COURSE, I'll accept anything worthy if they care to give any.x) hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept remembering my dear circle of HP.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because I'm staying near the scene of crime.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just because I'm too bored when there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm still hoping for it to turn up magically somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;oh how I curse thee who took it.&lt;br /&gt;curses. curses. curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh~~~&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the promised.&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the wishful.&lt;br /&gt;hoping for hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will just hope and a bucketful of wishful thinking be enough, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8109530854514258683?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8109530854514258683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/idont-know-youbutguess-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8109530854514258683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8109530854514258683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/idont-know-youbutguess-i-have-to.html' title='I...don&apos;t know you...but...guess I have to.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-356456878486869856</id><published>2010-06-27T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:27:28.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>D-day!!!</title><content type='html'>a.k.a. registration day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in just a few hours I will set foot on the grounds of kolej mawar, uitm shah alam...again.&lt;br /&gt;will probably see quite a few familiar faces from asasi there. hmmm... is that a good thing or...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still have the chance to make new friends since nobody ever seems to take the same course as I am. o_0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if going for an electronic computer engineering degree is the cleverest or the craziest thing I'm ever going to do. geez. talk about indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop thinking about it too much. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto a totally different thing, this may be very late, but I'm suddenly in love with the song Falling Slowly. I know. It's just that it was on So You Think You Can Dance the other day and I was like "where have I heard this one before...." Then found out that that was the song sung by Lee and Crystal on AI. aaaaaahhhhh so that's where I've heard it...liked it then. love it now.;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm friggin sleepy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*E*N*D* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-356456878486869856?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/356456878486869856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/d-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/356456878486869856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/356456878486869856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/d-day.html' title='D-day!!!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4165826993879843189</id><published>2010-06-24T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:50:47.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>this is what I call protein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/TCND-vPEndI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ibBq_Ok2TQA/s1600/240620102412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/TCND-vPEndI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ibBq_Ok2TQA/s400/240620102412.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scrambled eggs with baked beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can practically see the fat oozing out of these pixels.xP~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this, ladies and gentlemen, was my self-made lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oh how I love to treat myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8D~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4165826993879843189?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4165826993879843189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-i-call-protein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4165826993879843189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4165826993879843189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-i-call-protein.html' title='this is what I call protein'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/TCND-vPEndI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ibBq_Ok2TQA/s72-c/240620102412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8526980259252888113</id><published>2010-06-24T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:12:13.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>4 days and counting</title><content type='html'>and I am left with only the less important things to do.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out I only needed about 2 hours to get all the official stuff done: medical check-up (though pretty expensive this time round &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;), fee payment, photocopies... and I finally got to pick up my certs from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaaaaaahhhhh how I miss schooooollllllll!!!!!!!!!! LOL xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was going up to the office...I heard voices from the hall..."1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8!" - cheering practice! oh how that made me smile. =)) only met one teacher that recognized me. lucky. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now let's see what else I've gotta do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;GET A HAIR TRIM FOR GOODNESS SAKE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a visit to watsons...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a visit to the supermarket..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a visit to Popular...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a visit around ecm or mega...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;passport photo thingy...hmm I should prepare extras..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot...PACK!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically I HAVE to go to megamall to cross at least 3 things off the list. should I just go alone or should I ask for a companion...?&amp;lt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;ah well. we'll see. I won't say no to volunteer drivers though. yep, I'm a leech that way.=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow. when it's actually time to be going, it feels like I can't get enough of the holidays yet. in reality though, I've had more than enough that my weight went down and then up again. and my skin tone is balancing out fairly nicely.xP uhhh vain moment. pardon me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah. forgot another thing for the list. have to apply for scholarship or loan or something...ptptn...maybe..am more waiting for JPA to announce its scholarship thingy. I just don't like loans in general, man...x_0 I dunno. just a part of my personality or some other crap. blaaaahhh. crapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END IT!!!!!&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/30176157820238236-8526980259252888113?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8526980259252888113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8526980259252888113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8526980259252888113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-days-and-counting.html' title='4 days and counting'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4131176950496094702</id><published>2010-06-20T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:26:34.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>7 days and counting</title><content type='html'>heading back to UiTM Shah Alam and kolej mawar next sunday! That's only a week from now. talk about fast, huh?&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hope that I can cross my to-do list just as quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just be self-absorbed here and do a list real quick, aite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to school and take spm certificate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photocopy letters, certs, i.c.. (why do they need so many copies of the offer letter, dude?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bank islam - cash deposit + pay fee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;medical check-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GO GET YOU HAIR TRIMMED&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;additional passport photos (?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy groceries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;top up beauty supply needed for that matrix card photo. &amp;gt;xp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shirts? shoes? maybe a little addition...or not hmm. if time allows it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aaaahh the all important bookshop visit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then...say see u later to everyone.=x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apesal la everytime aku rasa result UPU aku selalu lain dari orang?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again. now that I have to get these things done in under 7 days, another thing comes to mind. since I don't dare to drive my father's car which can now break down without any warning, my choices are: (a) ask my dad to drive me here and there, (b) try and drive that thing called a car but I don't think my dad would even allow me to, or (c) catch a ride with a driving friend but just to the mall. I think I'll be going with (a). I'll be leeching too much if it's (c). and (b)...explains itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=_= now this is the part where I feel like my licence is just a useless piece of laminated card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------END&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/30176157820238236-4131176950496094702?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4131176950496094702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4131176950496094702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4131176950496094702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-days-and-counting.html' title='7 days and counting'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-9221649488605744275</id><published>2010-06-18T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:26:09.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>just sleep on it.</title><content type='html'>that is possibly one of the best advice I've taken out of a magazine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't make a decision? should I really buy that? will the world look the same tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just take a step back and sleep on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did that and today I woke up remembering some random guy on the radio saying to the dj "Oh I build my own computer." when the dj asked "What brand of computer is your favourite?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How friggin cool is it to be able to say that. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind cleared and the future looks that little bit brighter. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cliche? guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, I'm still wondering about some other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what if I'd put another university as my first choice? Will I get that offer then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a little heavy in the heart about going back to UiTM and see all the already familiar faces of asasians, but going away from the friendly faces of my old friends.=$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it'll be good to see some familiar faces here and there..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love my friends more the longer we've known each other. I trust them more. I know them better. I forgive and forget their mistakes better. and I love them better! =)) oh-so-touchy-moment on the go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le sigh~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't all end up in the same place now can we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great thing is, we will all be within the same state, at least. x) and we can meet up every once in a while, right? yay for diversity. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way. my upu result?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UiTM. electronic (computer) engineering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st choice. but... ah well. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glad I got it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but UiTM........equals bumiputera people.....which means.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be missing my chinese and indian people~~~~~! xP~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyaaaaaaa~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//e/n/d//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-9221649488605744275?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9221649488605744275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-sleep-on-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/9221649488605744275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/9221649488605744275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-sleep-on-it.html' title='just sleep on it.'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6808584652142458809</id><published>2010-06-18T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T02:36:56.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no offence'/><title type='text'>oi kawan! no offence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;...(but really meaning to offend, actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;this post is dedicated to the amoebae that sometimes flock into my shady 'friends' category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I know who they are but they don't know who they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Confused yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my loyalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not deserve me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have not given me any of the above themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have not proven me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have not exceeded my expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are just them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put my trust in them completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think I'll live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxoxo E N D xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6808584652142458809?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6808584652142458809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/oi-kawan-no-offence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6808584652142458809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6808584652142458809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/oi-kawan-no-offence.html' title='oi kawan! no offence...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1061095833956248466</id><published>2010-06-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:33:29.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>what have I got myself into?</title><content type='html'>It's the same friggin feeling.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this even a feeling at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situation: just checked UPU result by changing the url thingy n wateva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;result aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;err.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this feeling matches the feeling I had when I got to know that I'd be doing Asasi Engineering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that feeling that means...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh. ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is that the one that I really want?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should I have changed the 1st and the 2nd choice around?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe I should have done something....else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;now what have I got myself into?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;and probably too much or too little thoughts that cause the forefront of my mind to go as blank as a randomly dotted canvas that can still be called blank. what the heck did I just typed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna open up the thing again and actually announce it to my family first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just SO slow right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why oh why did I closed that window down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if I have more stuff in my stomach than very badly made soup, popcorn, lemon tea, coke, fried mushrooms, chipsmore, and chocolate milk, I'd be throwing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=o=o= end =o=o=&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/30176157820238236-1061095833956248466?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1061095833956248466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-have-i-got-myself-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1061095833956248466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1061095833956248466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-have-i-got-myself-into.html' title='what have I got myself into?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5025975098424089653</id><published>2010-06-07T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:00:26.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>thinking session</title><content type='html'>I was thinking...that if everything else falls apart and if I end up really hating everything that has to do with engineering after all, I would probably end up doing freelance work or something on things that has to do with graphics, photography, writing...and that work should allow me to travel across the world...and of course, I need that dose of gadgets and technology thingies...&lt;div&gt;If this thought sustains, I might just work in a magazine doing bits and bobs. or better yet, start my own mag. yeah right. I wish. ok scratch that. maybe I can somehow get to work with those people who get to go to CES and upload their videos on youtube for the greater good. oooh I would so kill to get to go to one of those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh hey, I always ask 'what else?' don't I? huh. just noticed that now. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, back to the point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any friggin show needs a freelance judge? sign me up. I can be very critical without even thinking. and I'm very detailed about it. won't even spare your feelings. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had unlimited money to spend, I'd be off to different countries like Korea, Japan, France, etc., stay and learn their languages for about 2 years in each country while making money off something. and then go and work as a translator somewhere that would pay the bucks. that'd be nice. or i could just stay in korea and go on that show with those foreign people speaking korean. xP bit of a stretch. but still yes to the learning languages abroad thing. cuz the best way to learn a language is to go where it's practiced everywhere, everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's the future for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just wish somebody would show me my life plan. It's just terrifying to make them decisions not knowing what lies ahead or what the road not taken may offer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like I don't really care about anything and want to just wait until something moves me along. But then again, with my luck, nothing ever moves me along unless I move first. it's a domino effect of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should I really seriously do engineering? Since I can remember, I've always disliked physics. i think it's boring. no offence to any physics-lovers out there. sigh~ but that's the truth! i can't be bothered to count the exact velocity of that ball just before it hits the ground after being thrown from a height of whatever, aite. not my cup of tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do like computers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do I like it enough to study and make a job out of it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, that's the thousand dollar question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x-x-x- END -x-x-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5025975098424089653?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5025975098424089653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thinking-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5025975098424089653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5025975098424089653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thinking-session.html' title='thinking session'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8823461942910269185</id><published>2010-06-04T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:12:11.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>me vs. my mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;We compete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;On &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Word Mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://freeblackberryweb.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/reinstall-word-mole-game-for-blackberry-storm-300x200.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://freeblackberryweb.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/reinstall-word-mole-game-for-blackberry-storm-300x200.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8823461942910269185?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8823461942910269185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-vs-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8823461942910269185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8823461942910269185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-vs-my-mother.html' title='me vs. my mother'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2618355146783937654</id><published>2010-05-31T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:08:07.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribbles'/><title type='text'>if i can turn back time?</title><content type='html'>I was watching episode 10 of Cinderella's Sister. In the final scene of the episode, Eun Jo says something along the lines of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"If I can turn back time, I wonder when should I turn back to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="”fullpost”"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/clock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't that makes you wonder about it yourself? People often talk about turning back time, and what ifs. What if I were to choose the other one? What if I never said hello? What if I didn't go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess free will can be quite a troublesome thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But reality remains the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can't turn back time. We have to just live on. Live through with the choices we have made. Live with the people we've met. Live life wherever we go. You can complain, oh that you absolutely can do, I'm a pro at that. ;) But after complaining, you shouldn't just sit there and wait until the powers that be strike you with lightning for the story to go on. You should do something about the state you're in until you aren't complaining anymore. Until you don't want to say &lt;i&gt;"if I can turn back time..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am who I am, and you are who you are because of the choices we have made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fate and destiny? Well...life won't be the same without those words. Believe what you may, but most importantly, just believe and have faith in yourself. You know you can. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;## END ##&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/30176157820238236-2618355146783937654?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2618355146783937654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-can-turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2618355146783937654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2618355146783937654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-can-turn-back-time.html' title='if i can turn back time?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6782481240736036774</id><published>2010-05-25T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T02:52:58.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no offence'/><title type='text'>just STOP ok?</title><content type='html'>this post just have to be rojak sebab rasanya memang ramai yang memang tak faham that there's a limit when you are joking or whatever with me, alright?&lt;span class="”fullpost”"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;korang saja nak main2, gosipkan aku dengan orang tu la orang ni la. ok. i don't mind. actually, i do mind but yeah, i get it that it's just a joke. tapi tolong la jangan over sangat sampai aku rasa macam nak kasi penampar je bagi korang tutup mulut. Do you people even take a second to consider how uncomfortable it can be for the ones being made fun of to be within range of each other? No? Didn't think you did. Itu kalau kitaorang kenal la kan. Kalau kena dengan yang aku tak kenal pulak, itu la yang aku lagi pelik. aku tak faham betol la...seronok sangat eyk, mengata pasal orang lain? ke dah takde modal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SECOND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your comment is just NOT FUNNEHH!!! apa benda yang ko nak? ko nak aku gelak je tiap2 kali korang komen camtuh? eh helo. tolooonnnnggggg la beb. dah naik benci dah tau tak? BOSAN!! kalau mood aku ok masa tuh, maybe i'd just laugh it off and ignore it AGAIN, but hey, my mood wasn't so good just now when I read yet another of those comments and now I'm flippin blogging about it!!! what the heckkk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**inhale**&lt;br /&gt;**exhale**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That bit of stress is relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx END xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6782481240736036774?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6782481240736036774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-stop-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6782481240736036774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6782481240736036774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-stop-ok.html' title='just STOP ok?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6247535996726483669</id><published>2010-05-23T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:35:12.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>and then we wait...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;tune in my head: paramore - the only exception&lt;br /&gt;mood:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/5ee5a47f.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/5ee5a47f.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 2 of UPU has been out since 18th. And for the rest of the week, I've been cracking my skull, brain and what-not to decide which program I would want to study for my degree.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the whole process includes 3 different computers, 2 internet connections, 2 days of headache, a few bouts of shouting, door slams, screams...basically made me go crazy before settling down to 4 main choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need chocolate. All this stress ain't good for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I still feel like I want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sushi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise. I've been watching IRIS and the thing even sneaked into my dreams last night.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaarhh but it's getting a bit frustrating cause the subs have gone WEIRD. It's been alright for the last 12 or so episodes, but now the english subtitle is just haywire. Names are turned into wise handsome, white mountains, pretty china or something. And the rest is just...so broken that I have to use a bit of imagination to make any sense out of it all. sigh~ &lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll be needing a bit of google then.&lt;br /&gt;and livejournal, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sneeze**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::END:::&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/30176157820238236-6247535996726483669?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6247535996726483669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-then-we-waitagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6247535996726483669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6247535996726483669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-then-we-waitagain.html' title='and then we wait...again'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1757940488755231486</id><published>2010-05-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:08:21.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>new layout =)</title><content type='html'>as the title says.&lt;span class="”fullpost”"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new one is finally here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a week or so of hesitating between a bunch of stuff, I finally did the change. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1757940488755231486?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1757940488755231486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1757940488755231486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1757940488755231486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-layout.html' title='new layout =)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8462238171568030377</id><published>2010-05-14T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:17:11.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>is it just me? or is it just you?</title><content type='html'>Things I would love to say out loud, in the faces of those who deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will begin with a heavy sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Ceremoniously followed by a glare that could ice you up or burn a hole through you at the same time - Song Eun Jo style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Just shut up. So annoying. So pretentious. Go and waste your time somewhere else on someone who could be bothered with you. Please. Don't make me bite my tongue until death."&lt;/blockquote&gt;is then said with dripping sweet sarcasm and cynical smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue eye-roll and a signature dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;A sound of exclamation to make the point(s) said.&lt;br /&gt;Then walk off. Bump shoulders if that's available, while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders back, head high, click clack them heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, life would be so GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8462238171568030377?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8462238171568030377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-just-me-or-is-it-just-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8462238171568030377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8462238171568030377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-just-me-or-is-it-just-you.html' title='is it just me? or is it just you?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-37848139896569046</id><published>2010-05-11T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:41:16.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>one thing I can do faster than you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;is &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S-kwnXMik2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/y4RlqDe1qHI/s1600/data.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S-kwnXMik2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/y4RlqDe1qHI/s400/data.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh joy for getting over the friggin lame data usage limit thingy in only a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And to maxis, even without the speed uncapped, this month was pretty slow, and the signal is pretty weak that I have to be sitting near my window to get better signal and speed. =$&lt;br /&gt;Last month was glorious, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Blame this month's excessive usage on Cinderella's Sister, Star Golden Bell, and dangyunhaji...&lt;br /&gt;I love youtube too much these days.&lt;br /&gt;But I still do adore you, maxis. So don't make me go "gakkari da yo!" yunho style on you, aite.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-37848139896569046?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/37848139896569046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-thing-i-can-do-faster-than-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/37848139896569046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/37848139896569046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-thing-i-can-do-faster-than-you.html' title='one thing I can do faster than you'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S-kwnXMik2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/y4RlqDe1qHI/s72-c/data.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-300769105623580700</id><published>2010-05-08T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:11:06.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>0644 in the morn</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't actually gone to sleep yet. At around 0300 I wanted to but as I know, my brain is most active when I'm trying to sleep. But I wasn't trying to sleep either. I was just drifting around the web, clicking through videos, links, profiles and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found 2AM's Jo Kwon's twitter! Excited. =)&lt;br /&gt;From there I found a few other Korean artists' twitters as well. I could only recognize some of them because I've watched them on tv or somewhere before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I don't think I've shared mine before, have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/BellaWan" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Follow BellaWan on Twitter" src="http://twitter-badges.s3.amazonaws.com/follow_bird-b.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing much on mine, though. I mostly just follow artists' for updates and latest stuff.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I am, thinking of changing my blogger layout. I just don't think this dark thingy is in sync with me and my thoughts anymore. You get me? As in, I don't think I'm THAT depressed now. =)&lt;br /&gt;I've got my mind on two of them now. Both appeal to me in a slightly different way.&lt;br /&gt;grunge. grey. yelow. very nice.&lt;br /&gt;highway. light brown. green. very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;You'll see later.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-300769105623580700?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/300769105623580700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/0644-in-morn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/300769105623580700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/300769105623580700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/0644-in-morn.html' title='0644 in the morn'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7740057041616020674</id><published>2010-04-29T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:14:42.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>when this blog tests my patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote an entry for like 2 hours on something that's been on my mind since this evening (technically yesterday evening now) and it just had to have an error when I finally click on the publish button. AND it didn't even save a draft automatically. AND I couldn't back up. This always happen to me when I'm too engrossed in typing for so long and also when blogger can't save my draft automatically. WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh. No point in typing all of that heart-pouring, mind-squeezing post again now 'cause the juice ain't there anymore, you know. Damn. And I really thought of that one since I was in the shower. Not that anyone would care. But now it feels like a piece of my work has gone into oblivion, never to see the light of day again.&amp;nbsp;Exaggerating? Yeah. So what?&lt;br /&gt;Bloody thing that don't even run on blood trying to give me a bloody stroke of annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fool of a bloody genius.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know by next week, I would love you again and laugh at all that I've wrote here and on fb.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7740057041616020674?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7740057041616020674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-this-blog-tests-my-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7740057041616020674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7740057041616020674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-this-blog-tests-my-patience.html' title='when this blog tests my patience'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8697990368873228021</id><published>2010-04-25T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:11:53.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>nothing interesting</title><content type='html'>No manga updates today. &amp;nbsp;At all. Oh the despair!&lt;br /&gt;This week I'd read 5 LBD books. Wow. By now you are allowed to wonder how boring my life must be at the moment that I actually managed to do that. Yeah. I'm wondering too.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I wouldn't say that I'm that bored, actually. I can remember the feeling of being so bored that I was going mad at about anything before this, and so far, that thought hasn't really crossed my my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually quite contented.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'm only ever on the internet, watch tv, eat, drink, read and sleep every day. IQ going downhill. But yeah, I'm not yet that bored. I don't know why. Because according to the usual rate, by now I'd be prowling through DVDs, buying new books and maybe on the search of someone to hang out with. And maybe stuff my face with tidbits of food.&lt;br /&gt;My TV stuff by now consists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking the Stage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maid-sama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leverage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NCIS: L.A.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Golden Bell (sometimes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music Bank (when I happen to come across it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music videos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whatever other good shows I happen to be watching; i.e. House, Ugly Betty, Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the movie Avatar the other day on dvd. Then I realised that this ain't the avatar that I saw the trailer of at the airport some months ago that had me waiting. That one was of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Is it out yet? This one is on aliens. But I really liked it, anyway.=) Ah and it gave me that weird deja vu sense. I've actually dreamed about one of the scenes before. Fancy that. Huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah blah blah~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I haven't really got anything to write, actually. pointless ramblings of whatever. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah blast it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8697990368873228021?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8697990368873228021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8697990368873228021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8697990368873228021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-interesting.html' title='nothing interesting'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5712184395807842929</id><published>2010-04-19T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:57:05.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>oh, was I staring at you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have a habit. A&amp;nbsp;subconscious&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(I can never spell that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;habit, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I stare at people. Sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now, don't go "ahh here's a freak confessing to her sins" or whatever on me, aite. I just have a need to explain myself into some words every now and then. So bear with me, if you may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I usually do this when I procrastinate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just love that word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And for the last year, I procrastinate more than ever. Reason? Lectures. So my stared at victims were my course-mates, naturally. Ah yes, maybe that includes you, maybe not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BUT I don't really, like, 'stare' stare. It's more like a 'search' OR something about you just caught my eye for a sec OR just because.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm not a person who will remember everyone right away. Sometimes it's easy, other times not so. Even recognizing who's in my class/group took a few. Horrible aren't I? *sigh* Even now, of course I don't know every single person in my lecture. Over a hundred people. Consider it lucky enough that I can recognize your face but not your name; or just your name/facebook name but not your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Once in a while, a face would just 'pop' out to me from the crowd. Who knows why? Well, I don't. All I know is that I just saw that face once and I could remember it. Maybe your face wasn't that generic compared to others in the class or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;*bricked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;or maybe it's the accidental eye-contact. Or maybe I just happened to be looking that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Once in a while I would just like to look at what you were wearing. Maybe that colour looked good on you. Maybe I want your t-shirt. Maybe I noticed that new haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh wait. This isn't staring. It's observing. On the verge of staring, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When the lecture was getting boring, I usually just look around. See what others are doing. "Are you SERIOUSLY taking NOTES on THIS?". Let my eyes roam the hall, as usual. As my group is seated on the left side of the hall, the victims are mainly the people on the other side and also the middle. I usually just look around for someone I know or just see what the better-looking guys were up to. *cough*rolls eyes*cough*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh, and of course I procrastinate even more when the lecture halls are combined, such as in politics. Or tests. Oh yeay, more faces I haven't had a good look at before! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;*Please don't take me as an example*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In this case, I'll be like "oh, so that's him/her" or I might be searching for people I know again, or something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's interesting, you know. Observing people. Sometimes I laugh at what I saw. Sometimes I like what I saw. Reality. The many sides of reality, every day, around you. Argh, better stop before I get poetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You caught me staring? Well, I caught you staring back. muahaha *multiple bricked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5712184395807842929?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5712184395807842929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-was-i-staring-at-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5712184395807842929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5712184395807842929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-was-i-staring-at-you.html' title='oh, was I staring at you?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7577102771197720473</id><published>2010-04-11T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:35:34.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BellaWan" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/BellaWan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7577102771197720473?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7577102771197720473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7577102771197720473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7577102771197720473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1373040275574384097</id><published>2010-04-10T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:14:14.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>and the whistle's blown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/newsflash-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/newsflash-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final results of UiTM foundation programs were released today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woken up by a text saying: "results are out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Ah damn. Let me just get back to my dream for a little bit... Now, what was I dreaming about again? . . . . . Ah yeah...stairs..and getting hit on my head with a big rock..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cough*cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then my mom unlocked the room's door, telling me to wake up, and took my broadband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And THEN, she proceeded to unleash the full force of youtube through the open door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/e785ab81.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/e785ab81.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aaawwhhhh...just 5 more minutes ma.... just 5...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the funny thing was that I knew those classics and not-so classics...and after some time I was tapping my hand along with the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that was when I know that I had to get out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And face those numbers that would have a hold on my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/0932ed70.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/0932ed70.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I literally jostled my mom for the comp. lol. naahh not that rough, of course, but something along the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to the student portal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logged in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Student ID and IC again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes went wild for a sec or two, trying to look over the whole page in a fraction of a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/cb7d1477.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/cb7d1477.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they fell on the numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. Hey. I'm smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/hoho.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/hoho.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way better than last semester's result. Huh, guess I have a thief to thank for that. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's very very close to the pointer I wanted, and I'm thankful to God with what I've achieved. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/dd77497b.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/dd77497b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time for acknowledgements, I guess. (oh wow. I can spell that right the first time. haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to [my brain, my eyes, my central nervous system, my heart, my arteries, my lungs, my hands, my feet, my patience, my energy] for making me complete enough to learn and take those exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to [my family] for reminding me over and over to get off of facebook and go face my book instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/3eda1e7e.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/3eda1e7e.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to [my friends] for setting the examples for me to follow. As in, seeing all of you study makes me feel a bit guilty of being relaxed, so that made me study. Hehe. Also, for allowing me to vent out for a bit at your room(s) after 6.3 minutes of the same thing. For your shared resources. For putting up with my annoying self through all those reports, assignments, projects and stuff. For actually teaching me a thing or two or three or more about various things in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to [the lecturers] for the lectures that made me write pages and pages of notes without ever understanding it on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to [the tutors] who actually made me do something other than procrastinate during the whole program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to [the internet] for having the answers to my questions when I can't get my brain to work the right way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you [facebook and blogger] for allowing some space for me to crap and crap and crap and crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm. I think I'll stop with that, then. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. Of course, how could I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS all round to all my fellow PI009 mates for your results!=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/243913be.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/243913be.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter if they're good or not so, you truly deserve that clap on your back and a truly meant 'well done' for finishing this leg of the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/3a55672c.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/3a55672c.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1373040275574384097?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1373040275574384097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-whistles-blown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1373040275574384097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1373040275574384097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-whistles-blown.html' title='and the whistle&apos;s blown'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2093878488370824243</id><published>2010-04-09T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:44:19.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>you may say that I'm a dreamer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but I'm not the only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of the happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of the sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of the stars in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream to be in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream to have love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream to share my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of being rich and famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of being successful and content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of the paths and ways to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream of dreams of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream to dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S74j2SnJcKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/r7WrqcOkJOI/s1600/Dream_It.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S74j2SnJcKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/r7WrqcOkJOI/s320/Dream_It.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2093878488370824243?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2093878488370824243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-may-say-that-im-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2093878488370824243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2093878488370824243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-may-say-that-im-dreamer.html' title='you may say that I&apos;m a dreamer...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S74j2SnJcKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/r7WrqcOkJOI/s72-c/Dream_It.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5828445897050615499</id><published>2010-03-31T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:28:08.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>okay, i wanna complain</title><content type='html'>I am very grateful for this borrowed computer, but seriously... this screen strains my eyes and if this goes on, I'm gonna need to power up my glasses. Graphics, flash contents, videos and such slows down its reaction time.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to complain?&lt;br /&gt;Until I can get my own computer - &amp;nbsp;whether by my own effort or otherwise - I'll just make do with whatever's given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my mom got me my own broadband. Maxis. So far it's been alright. A little connection problem now and then. But after a bit, it's ok again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Twilight for the second time. Moving on to New Moon, but I don't think I want to read all those pages...hmmm...whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, completely, =) Maid-sama, the anime take on Kaichou wa maid-sama is gonna start airing next sunday.muehehe...yeah, I really miss my animes. But for anime I usually like them actions or shounen genres. I usually go for shoujo when it's manga. no idea what I'm on? well, welcome to my world, honey. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. More complaining. It's that time of the year again when I have to think about what I am going to do for the next year(s) of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;People are crazy talking about scholarships already. Eurgh. Why do I have to be surrounded by smart people, eyh? =_=&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;what to do...what to do...what to do...&lt;br /&gt;no use asking anybody cuz all they do is just ask me back what I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;I am not friggin sure godammit.&lt;br /&gt;this subject of life frustrates me so much. why don't we have career advice or such here?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was back in UK, you know. Wish I finished school there. and then I could have continued to go to uni there or summat.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I can get that dream of mine to go to Japan in the future. How am I gonna go there? On what purpose will I go there for? Studies or vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just chasing stars?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just meant to stay here for an infinite amount of time?&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I'd be one of those people who can make those psychologists rich.&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;internal conflicts in this lazy brain of mine. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5828445897050615499?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5828445897050615499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-i-wanna-complain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5828445897050615499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5828445897050615499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-i-wanna-complain.html' title='okay, i wanna complain'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8822036176610689444</id><published>2010-03-27T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T05:13:59.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>crapping again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;am at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;using somebody else's unsecured wifi connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;on sony vaio-p which my mom brought from her office.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;it qualifies as 'a computer nobody seems to use' in the office, and I ain't complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;it's friggin Sony VAIO-P for goodness sake. muahahaha xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;now this is what I call FREEdom. or should that be FREEbies? or FREEloading?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;anyway..I've spent a week at home now, mostly alone, with nothing but TV and old books for entertainment. ok, ok, maybe not too old but books which I have read before, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and all in all, I would go mad if I have to spend another 4 months like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have a plan. A plan involving me working on a part-time job. Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gotta do something useful with all this spare energy, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Place of choice? Well, somewhere not very hectic. I can get food out of it. Pays well. And where my clumsiness won't cost me. In my mind right now: that baskin robbins outlet in EC mall..hmmm...we'll see....we'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ah. I've to learn how to drive again, I think. At least learn how to drive my dad's car. Because I'm being such a hermit at home, not doing anything but blinding myself with pointless TV shows while my licence remains in its laminated glory without any real use. I need to step it up. I really should.=_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But right now my concern is my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, good night peepz... I mean good morning actually, since it's 5 am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sweet dreams!&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/30176157820238236-8822036176610689444?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8822036176610689444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/crapping-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8822036176610689444'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It all ended with the final "I give up on physics", smile, chats and a heavily mixed feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ASASI ENGINEERING UITM 09/10 is OVER!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;YESSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;the end of all that physics...aaaahhh YESSS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;oh wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'd have to say goodbye to all of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We might not see each other again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We'd be perfect strangers after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We could all meet again. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyhow. A little planning, a round of calls, an invitation on facebook..maybe twitter..that's all we need..=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;the next time we see each other again..don't be such a stranger alright?!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Once a friend, always a friend. No matter what. (Well, almost..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To my fantastic group R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;AKU SAYANG KORANG LEBEYYYYHHHH OK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;xDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;muahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;thanks sebab kasi aku gelak hari2 ngan korang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;thanks sebab dah banyak tolong aku itu ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;thanks for being there when i'm in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;thank you! sebab korang la aku enjoy giler dapat class yang havoc+sempoi+kecoh+skandal abes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To my engineering foundation PI009 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To those I know..and those who know me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for all the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for the happening dinner..BNO!!=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks especially to the gang of ice-skaters, bowlers and movie-goers!xD Serious enjoy giler la one whole day macam tuh. After this kite campur karaoke skali eyk..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks sebab sudi nak bcakap ngan aku..cewah sedih giler camtu.&amp;nbsp;Seriously, you can talk to me, you know..aku ni takde la sombong sangat...xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks sebab each and every one of you peeps made PI009 complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Siapa kata budak2 engineering selekeh...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Siapa kata kita orang nerd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;EH, LET ME TELL YOU NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Our engineering guys are smart and funny. Cute and handsome. Macho beb. jadi kejaran kot. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Our engineering girls are smart and funny. Cute and hot. slambe rock la whatever they wanna say kan..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Rules? Follow a few. Break some. Make up all the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We may be a bit messy. We may be a bit nerdy. But hey. We do things our own way. We're together. We're the ones to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To all the other asasians =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;thanks especially to all visitors of 1B-04-10 for the 2nd sem. Klau korang tak mlawat, memang aku x knal budak2 law..hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jiran2!! Especially nuefa aka ebuuuu! thank u...for every little thing.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and of course, to my lovely roommates for the 2nd sem. wani, effa, anan.&amp;nbsp;and not forgetting my 1st sem roomies. Azreen and Farah. Thank you for putting up with my crazy moods and plain craziness. THANK YOU, GIRLS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you guys and girls datang Kuantan, then beep me up, alright!=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;sayang korang!xPPP (ntah dah brape orang dah termuntah neyh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/30176157820238236-5055379034490581004?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5055379034490581004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-pi009-2009609494-group-r-end.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5055379034490581004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5055379034490581004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-pi009-2009609494-group-r-end.html' title=':: THE END :: PI009 :: 2009609494 :: GROUP R :: THE END ::'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4667716168465913654</id><published>2010-03-01T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:12:56.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>long time no write!!</title><content type='html'>my belle!!&lt;br /&gt;am so damn guilty for not writing for so long..xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with something that's still fresh in my memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENGINEERING FOUNDATION'S ANNUAL DINNER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a BLAST last night! Okay, just that one moment of shame which was NOT my fault at ALL...but other than that, our dinner was great!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks of course, to the committee members who sweated over the plans and stuff. =))&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed-up and made-up almost entirely by my lovely sisters. Yes, I am way too dependent on them, still. So what?! Sisters are there for reasonsss aite!xP&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and videos are on Facebook..as usual..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I felt a bit overdressed what with that thingy on my head...but after a while..I couldn't care less =p&lt;br /&gt;After eating the main course, I had to get ready to perform Gee with azreen, doreen, eza, mid n farah..quite nervous..&lt;br /&gt;After the guys performed Sorry Sorry, we went on. I didn't feel nervous anymore. I just wanted to have fun and make sure that everyone else watching had fun watching us! Loved how spontaneous my mates were. hahaha. wanna know more? check those videos on facebook, aite!xP(yes, promotion in progress)&lt;br /&gt;after that, the guys went on again and performed Gelimat!!LOL! I laughed watching them rehearse it and still did watching it again and again =DDD GREAT JOB guys!! after that, the girls (excluding me n eza) got on stage for Jai Ho~ and then we all got on stage for a little zapin..somewhat a disaster of uncoordination but what the hey. we aimed to entertain and I think we did =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music from Faiqa's band was really great...the singing..sorry Muz, didn't really get what you were singing..=$ but it was good though ;)&lt;br /&gt;Performance by Sinkai, Fifi, Scott n John..wah foreign names huh?lol..I really really liked their stuff!!They did Mimpi Yang Sempurna and I'm Yours. John sang Mimpi Yang Sempurna first...first line...and I was so won over by that voice!!aaahhh....but had to go out of the hall to get ready for our performance by the end of the first song though...haih..but I've watched the vid of their full performance and the were really good!x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the awards stuff...I was actually voted as Miss Innocent for my DK(lecture hall)...WHAT??wow.. still can't separate me from that word huh?LOL thanks, voters!xP am I really that innocent?? hurmm..who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh and on to the shaming...aww man, why does it have to be me???!!&lt;br /&gt;They were announcing the best dressed girl for the night...and the guy called my name..&lt;br /&gt;I proudly got up.....only to be told that they made a mistake!! aaaahhh the shame...&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;""&lt;br /&gt;bla3 covered their mistake,,then announced another name...haih....oh well, laughed along with all the others..while deep inside the shame still swam around...yada3...whatever&lt;br /&gt;the party ends! people were taking pictures here and there. I took pictures with anyone and everyone who wanted to take one with me =)&lt;br /&gt;and then Arai, the guy who announced my name by mistake, came with flower in hand and apologized. lol. I complained for a while. But ah well. am a forgiver. and such a sweet apology should be forgiven anyway..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the photoshooting continued outside the hall. Yay for cam-hogging!!xDD&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm guilty of not knowing the names of some of the people I took pictures with..&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;but we're all friends anyway, right?!hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night ended with a very very very long walk from the back gate to the front gate of my college.&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's study week! My finals start on the 11th of March and ends on the 16th. and then...goodbye PI009...&lt;br /&gt;super mixed emotions, that's for sure...&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is...all of you guys and girls of Asasi Engineering UiTM 09/10 are now a part of my life!!!=))))&lt;br /&gt;Love you people for making the year we've spent together to be such fun and joy, and also for introducing me to another chapter of life!=D&lt;br /&gt;Hope we could all stay in touch, aite..I will definitely miss you peepz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a wish of good luck to all UiTM 09/10 foundation students, no matter what program you are in, for your finals! Ganbatte!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;BeLLa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4667716168465913654?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4667716168465913654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-write.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4667716168465913654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4667716168465913654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-write.html' title='long time no write!!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5356842732997348572</id><published>2010-02-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:00:15.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>supermassive blackhole</title><content type='html'>4 days at home.&lt;br /&gt;going back to college in just a few.&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh such a short break!!!&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;I've named it my blackhole now.&lt;br /&gt;So back into the blackhole I'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5356842732997348572?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5356842732997348572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/supermassive-blackhole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5356842732997348572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5356842732997348572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/supermassive-blackhole.html' title='supermassive blackhole'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7339713230753736483</id><published>2010-01-28T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:50:59.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a living breathing series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>Shortly.&lt;br /&gt;On 16th January 2010,&amp;nbsp; my much loved and cared for Hp Pavilion dv4 notebook computer was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;From my stupidly forgotten unlocked room in college.&lt;br /&gt;I've thrown the blame card everywhere and nowhere. Everyone and no one. No one but me.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn that thief. Damn that effing slut of a bitch to hell and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;She's "close". I don't know in what sense but "close" is the only clue I've got so far.&lt;br /&gt;And where am I suppose to go from here? Cursing that shit of a person won't get me anywhere. It won't get me my laptop back.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7339713230753736483?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7339713230753736483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-living-breathing-series-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7339713230753736483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7339713230753736483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-living-breathing-series-of.html' title='I&apos;m a living breathing series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1245055209273419142</id><published>2010-01-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:20:10.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i do...but i don't</title><content type='html'>MUET result has been out since midnight on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't checked mine yet. I've decided to only know my result through the letter they will send sooner or later to my house. I just want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even though they've all checked their results through sms.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even though they've all checked it through the website.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to know it any other way than through that fateful letter.&lt;br /&gt;So I do beg of your honourable selves to not ask me repeatedly about it.&lt;br /&gt;Do not persuade me to check it.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, DO NOT check it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to know my result...I really do.&lt;br /&gt;There's just something in me that wants to see the result written in black and white on that official piece of paper. Conservative much?&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to cause your world to end or something like that if you don't know my result, right?&lt;br /&gt;So... wait. Just wait. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;When I've got that result of mine...and when you ask me about it...I will say it aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target...well, the least I can accept is band 4, I think....5 and I would be on par with my eldest sister....6... and I'll be out of my mind. =p&lt;br /&gt;Band 3 is...good, I guess...but that would be average right...and don't even talk to me about band 2 or 1.. Disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;No offence to anybody. I'm just talking about how it is for me, myself, and I. If it's for anybody else, I'd sincerely forever be cheering them that whatever they got is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Think what you may. Say what you think. Stand up to me to say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1245055209273419142?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1245055209273419142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dobut-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1245055209273419142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1245055209273419142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dobut-i-dont.html' title='i do...but i don&apos;t'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4997590044657201750</id><published>2010-01-12T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:00:58.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>before that physics lab</title><content type='html'>First off. My morning was frantically unlucky. Tried to get a bit more done with my computing assignment, but not even the slightest bit of an idea came into my head. Sigh~ Got ready and I was already nearly late as it is... but I just couldn't find my friggin' purse! Aaaaarrgghhh!! Spent like 5 minutes searching for it to no success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/aed18131.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/aed18131.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. I'm gonna be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/dc297976.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/dc297976.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked to my faculty as fast as I could ever have done on these lazy legs.&lt;br /&gt;Got there about 5-10 minutes after the supposed time. Thankfully the lecturer had just started.&lt;br /&gt;And there I was. Dying for oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;Walaweyh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the lecture ended an hour earlier. Even though I've no idea what to do with that space of time.&lt;br /&gt;Still worried about my unfinished assignment due today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/6b39a31b.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/6b39a31b.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;After the lecture ended, talks and questions about the assignment by my classmates just pressured me so damn much. I had to escape. Even just for a few. Please excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for computing. From the lowest low of moods ever, what with the assignment and my still missing purse at the time, my fuse switched up.&lt;br /&gt;As in my mood suddenly went a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Played around. Couldn't take what's being taught in class that seriously. Being silly.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me I'm a nutcase alright. I'll gladly and openly admit it. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/97d1f1c7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/97d1f1c7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Just had instant soup. With assorted biscuits. Weird aren't I? hehe&lt;br /&gt;Had to finish up that assignment and pass it up before 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I'm gonna find that purse of mine. Something tells me it's somewhere below my bed... and how right that something is...=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion......&lt;br /&gt;Found my beloved purse.&lt;br /&gt;Finished my assignment. Passed it up.&lt;br /&gt;Mood kinda alright, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's go to physics.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4997590044657201750?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4997590044657201750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-that-physics-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4997590044657201750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4997590044657201750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-that-physics-lab.html' title='before that physics lab'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8783833704869608845</id><published>2010-01-11T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:51:10.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when shit happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OH DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OH GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FOR REAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST TRY A BIT MORE, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AAARRRGGGHHH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS IS HOPELESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8783833704869608845?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8783833704869608845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8783833704869608845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8783833704869608845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-shit-happens.html' title='when shit happens'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-4656658171719365908</id><published>2010-01-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:13:29.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>chew me up, spit me out</title><content type='html'>I hate PDAs...rich with mush...no not that electronic thing...that mushed up thing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people try to make it out as though they're great in english only to make themselves out as a grammaticality challenged show off. Just make your own language why don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people are unappreciative.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you don't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people tell me something I already know. Like they're SUCH an expert at it. Goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you ask me for a favour and then tell me off. Shut up about it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you talk to me like I don't really know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I hate stupidity unnecessary to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;I hate everyone and no one.&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-4656658171719365908?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4656658171719365908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/chew-me-up-spit-me-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4656658171719365908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/4656658171719365908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/chew-me-up-spit-me-out.html' title='chew me up, spit me out'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8085993820604480757</id><published>2010-01-08T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:10:07.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>we don't have to talk in the same language</title><content type='html'>1:28 pm, friday, 8th january 2010.&lt;br /&gt;No more classes for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Current music: Ruffedge - Lemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you my playlist is a genius in disguise. Sometimes I can be so in sync with it..some other times not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/b8b9cb9e.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/b8b9cb9e.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm starting to feel the stress again. I've still got that damned lab report to finish. Have no idea what to write.&lt;br /&gt;I've got assignments to do. Physics. I haven't really looked at the questions yet. Computing. Nearly done. Just the flowcharts, title page, and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/e785ab81.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/e785ab81.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, there are a bunch of tests next week. Physics, Maths, and Computing. I just hope I can get more than 10 marks this time for Physics. I can be so stupid when it comes to physics. Sometimes I wonder how did I get into this course in the first place. I mean, both my physics and add maths were B...Most of the people in my course got A on at least one of them. I think I've yet to meet anyone who's got Bs on both of them...oh well. I'm already here. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/65f92448.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/65f92448.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends. Sigh. Problems here and there. You make me take back my thoughts on how I should learn to trust people more. I guess taking my time to truly trust somebody is what's best for me, after all. Yes, even though I have a number of friends, I don't think I can completely put my trust on even one of them. Promises are broken. Expectations vanished. What got left behind are just disappointment, and a thought along the lines of "I knew it".&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been thinking. (Oh wow, big surprise there.) I can be somewhat possessive or clingy. Sometimes I have to feel needed. Sometimes I have to feel invisible. Sometimes I want to feel like I'm the one and only. Sometimes I just want to feel like part of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, man. Maybe I shouldn't expect too much out of everyone. I should just expect the unexpected, or whatever they are saying these days. I should just learn to appreciate myself and everyone around me more each day. I would always try to fix those bad habits of mine. Even a sentence that was said to me can be dissected into a million pieces. I would think about it again and again, until I get to the bottom of it, and relate it to my behaviour or whatever. Then I'd be like "Oh. Right. I was like that, huh?". Even expressions can get to me. Even the silence shouts at me. Even when you just looked. Even when you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo102.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo102.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But...I don't know. Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? I just feel like the effort of making the friendship lasts should go both ways... and I don't feel like there's that much effort around me. Is my shell too thick? Is it really that hard? Or is this just me being self-centered once more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like what you may think of me. I'm just not. I may get you thinking. Even I get myself thinking most times. But then, when the thinking stops,will there be a part of me that leaves an impression on your minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can predict your motives, your thoughts. It's all a blur but this dissecting mind just can't be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;You want to use me? Do you really think I'm gonna let you do that so friggin easily? You can't be thinking that I don't get what you're trying to do are you? &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you may say I have trust issues, man, but guess what and who made it that way, honey. Just think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something else bothering this heart of mine. (Yes, in fact, I do have one.) I don't know what. I don't know why. But it makes me feel sad. Even with all this typing...words..sentences...I still feel this burden inside. Why? I just want to know. Is it because of my friends? Family?&amp;nbsp; Is it because of myself? Or is there something being hidden away from me? Is it the future, present, or past...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo105.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/syabilla_kitty/emotes/emo105.gif" /&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/30176157820238236-8085993820604480757?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8085993820604480757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-dont-have-to-talk-in-same-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8085993820604480757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8085993820604480757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-dont-have-to-talk-in-same-language.html' title='we don&apos;t have to talk in the same language'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2147089181158332197</id><published>2010-01-06T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:55:38.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i'm done being nice..have u noticed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hey again, my dear blog~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Waiting for my instant noodle to cook. Next class is Physics. From 4 to 6 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Current music: BoA - Scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This download thing is pissing me off. Well beyond 60% and then disconnected itself. Sounds familiar? Very much so. Eurgh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. so.. time-wasting going on here. I don't want to go to sleep. I've little to say too.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm eating while editing photos and blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done with eating and editing. Let's continue with the blogging. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister bought me a new hat/beanie from Bandung!xDD very nicely purply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S0QwSo7bpMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5A4Y3sS1i2s/s1600-h/purpz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S0QwSo7bpMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5A4Y3sS1i2s/s640/purpz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yerp, that's me. doing something called capturing pictures with my webcam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hehehe..yeah, bragging about it. I love the colour of the thing. Thanks, sis!=)&lt;br /&gt;should have done this earlier but..oh well, it just came to me a while ago...so...blaaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihh.. Still more than an hour to go before it''s time for physics lecture.&lt;br /&gt;=___="""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, this morning, I was on ups and downs. In just 3 hours. Great.&lt;br /&gt;First I was all right. Then I felt like staying shut up. Then I felt like joking around. And then I became a bully.&lt;br /&gt;Huh.. Weird? Well, if you call that weird, you ain't seen nothing of the world yet, honey!muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing...&lt;br /&gt;words are only words.xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2147089181158332197?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2147089181158332197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-done-being-nicehave-u-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2147089181158332197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2147089181158332197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-done-being-nicehave-u-noticed.html' title='i&apos;m done being nice..have u noticed?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S0QwSo7bpMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5A4Y3sS1i2s/s72-c/purpz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7561297620683807391</id><published>2010-01-04T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:45:20.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>30 mins before politics...</title><content type='html'>Monday, 4th January 2010. 1:29 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Cute Is What We Aim For - Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my room as bored as I usually am, with only this laptop blaring away my collection of mp3s as a company. Next class is at 2 pm. Introduction to Malaysian Politics. And it's on for 3 hours. God help us all with that. Form 5 History was better than this, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed up my desk's notice board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S0F-_110kfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/izCp0U6Na_w/s1600-h/040120101981.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/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S0F-_110kfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/izCp0U6Na_w/s400/040120101981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755061580468722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, then...&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle is my timetable. Yes, with lunch in very clear view.&lt;br /&gt;From left side to the bottom are just scribbles, sketches, and lyrics. Had some of them on my school desk when I was in Form 5. Figured I could use them to fill up all the space.&lt;br /&gt;Upper-right hand side. N97 mini. !!!. *cough* Just to motivate me to work harder so that I can make my mum happier so that she would be even more inclined to buy me the damn gorgeous thing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, lower-right hand side is a post-it note. My to-do list. Sometimes it would serve as a reminder. So that I won't just be idling around on facebook or somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It's so black and white isn't it? Oh well, my colourful post-its would serve up for the rest of the colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:48 pm. I better start getting ready and switch this off. 'Cause I so do not want to sit so directly in the lecturer's line of sight again. Can't I just have a moment of invisibility? Especially during the dire hours of friggin happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Cobra Starship - Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7561297620683807391?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7561297620683807391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-mins-before-politics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7561297620683807391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7561297620683807391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-mins-before-politics.html' title='30 mins before politics...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/S0F-_110kfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/izCp0U6Na_w/s72-c/040120101981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7620767080179454115</id><published>2010-01-03T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:48:45.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>two-oh-one-oh</title><content type='html'>H.E.L.L.O W.O.R.L.D!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I know you all MUST be wondering what the heck was I doing not writing for such a length of time, right? **bricked**cough**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the beginning of my mid-sem break...&lt;br /&gt;All my relatives on mi mama's side were back because of the twins' aqiqah. x)) o yea, I went back with my aunt and was holding Adam the whole way.. haih... such a cute, warm bundle of joy!=)) yes, maternal side suddenly showing..lol&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I was the video recorder for the kenduri. in no ways am i an expert at it. it's just because i'm the only one who knows how to operate the thing. =_="&lt;br /&gt;and so..my first few days into my week-long holiday was pretty much filled with my much loved family members.x)&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh and 26th was my mama's birthday! did all we could for a surprise. hehe and all my aunts and uncles were in with the plan as well. cuz we all love surprises, especially ones filled with love from our loved ones.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as to why I hadn't been blogging or even on the internet that much..streamyx broadband betrayed my trust. oh the horror!!xP~&lt;br /&gt;yeah..one day it was all right..next day...zilch...for days...until my mum decided to terminate the frigging thing and went for one of those wireless broadband. haih..fingers crossed in hoping for faster internet connections to come ashore.=$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from Kuantan today. loads of accidents along the way. I only noticed a few...cuz slept for a bit of the way...but my sisters counted and there were 7 in total...fiuhh...what a number.. all that I can say is just be careful on the road kay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah, the title. 2010! happy new year~ and I got my hair cut. nope, not at that salon which has successfully gained and lose my trust in the space of a few months...but at the old salon which my sister stayed loyal to. just asked for a layered cut so that I can keep my hair long...I wanna see my long curls reformed..hehe..hopefully I'll have the patience for it though..*rolls eyes* (and i know nobody else would be interested in knowing this but whatdaheck. my blog. my rules. there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a bit of gossip girl during my deprivation of internet days. cuz my sister actually got the dvds...and im intrigued..x) aaaahhh hotties~~~!xDD didn't get to watch it all though. real life calls on me at times, ya know ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahh the whole issue of real life vs. virtual life...been thinking bout that quite a bit lately... some time, some day...I'll tell it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then...you know you love me..xoxo..Bella..^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7620767080179454115?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7620767080179454115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-oh-one-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7620767080179454115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7620767080179454115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-oh-one-oh.html' title='two-oh-one-oh'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-7515116815415116118</id><published>2009-12-24T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:12:13.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>on another note</title><content type='html'>hey peepz!(if there are any..=p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit high since like tuesday. Really. My dark mood seems to have disappeared almost completely now. ah. pms. definitely. huhu. there were still traces of that darkness on monday... but tuesday..i was hyper because of lack of sleep. does that even makes sense to anybody in this world other than me?anyway, today..a bit less hyper, but was definitely in the lighter area.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. typical me. for me, that is. maybe not for the rest of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's on my mind. I've been hearing my name around the faculty. not like in a serious way. just some random people from my lecture hall calling out my name or summat.&lt;br /&gt;1st reason: facebook socialites. have been adding up coursemates on facebook. i just add people who i somewhat recognise or know. other people who i don't really know or recognise added me up. interactions occur....and well...car passing by: "bella~ ******" can't recall the rest. came down from lecture: "bella wan...." or are my ears a little too sensitive n perasan?&gt;.&lt; aih ape2 pown hidup mesti perasan! muakakaka...jk..jk..soz if i come across as self-centered ere, aite. but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change of topic please! Holidays!! mid-term break is here~~!well, officially it starts on 25th december, but all my classes on the 24th got cancelled. extra holiday.xD will be going back home with my aunt  in the afternoon, maybe..or will it be morning? hmm.. we'll see. better just be ready anyhow. yeay for HOME!^^ aahhh am so homesick! thank goodness for the holiday til 3rd of January.x) hope I can get some stuff done in that time at home. top of my list includes getting something done to this thing on my head. as always. but i think i really do need it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's chem test..was...let's just say i messed up here and there. because i read it all only the night before, had 3 hours of sleep..read n reviewed (cewah review tu) some exercises a few hours before the test..and it all happened. fuhh.. my brain got jammed more than a few times. but i tried and did what i could. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i won't bore you any more on this one. getting sleepy. lack of words. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-7515116815415116118?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7515116815415116118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-another-note.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7515116815415116118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/7515116815415116118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-another-note.html' title='on another note'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2350561236752757747</id><published>2009-12-20T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:35:15.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>it's aLIVE!!</title><content type='html'>around 5pm or something, I heard a different kind of music drifting through the windows of my room. Hey, I know that song. It sounds a bit different than the recorded version though. What? Really? THE real thing has come to this place? And for THAT thing? I need to go there. Seriously. I HAVE to go there. Because if I don't I can just hear my sisters' voices saying something along the lines of...."Kenape yang ko bodoh sangat x pegi?!" muahahaha.. Halfway towards giving up...because I can't possibly suddenly go there alone, can I? But then yay for friends and the power of persuasion~! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes~~! I saw some local artists perform live. xD  yeah somewhat a first for me..other than that one KRU concert when I was very very very little...weren't in time for Aizat...when we arrived, a composer (I think) was singing some songs..and then Sheila Abdul came on...I didn't know who she was, but apparently my friends do..so..hmm....Oh well. walked around for a while, bought drinks and something for a dear friend who went back home hours too early.hehe..xP and then went back to the main attraction. Jay Jay went on! quite an old singer..but with a great voice and some good songs!x)) And then THE band that I wanted to go there in the first place for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6ixth Sense&lt;/span&gt;. They were clearly THE most anticipated one for the night. They did their thing and I was just recording the whole thing...singing along to the parts I know..and can't keep the smile off my face. hehe.. so here are the vids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesnita by a composer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272801934419"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272801934419" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separuh Jiwaku Pergi by Sheila Abdul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272803334454"&gt;&lt;embed 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joget Angan Tak Sudah - Jay Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272813534709"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272813534709" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ixth Sense Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272814934744"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272814934744" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ixth Sense Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272820814891"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272820814891" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ixth Sense Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272823054947"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272823054947" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ixth Sense Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272829335104"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272829335104" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ixth Sense Part 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272832695188"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1272832695188" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2350561236752757747?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2350561236752757747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-alive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2350561236752757747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2350561236752757747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-alive.html' title='it&apos;s aLIVE!!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-8404663524856219244</id><published>2009-12-17T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:38:48.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>say all i need...</title><content type='html'>shortly:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stressed. migraine. moods. tears. stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longer version's coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of lectures, surroundings, others, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry seems alright. But then again, I've always thought of it that way and ended up somewhere 10 meters from the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics...has been..erm..complicated. Had lectures by a substitute lecturer for the last 2 weeks, and this week, the physics lectures were cancelled. the substitute lecturer was..err how should i put it into words...hmm..too full of explanations. I mean, it's good that he actually explains something and not just read out whatever from the slides...BUT he takes a really really winding path on his way to get to the core and just randomly pulled different elements into the said pathway, and finally lost more than half of my interest on the said subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics used to be my best one..but since last week the lecturer has been going that much more faster than he usually does and I can't say I get what he's been going on about..sadly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computing has been quite interesting. We've been learning about C programming. Which means I'm one step nearer to the whole world of computer engineering...I think.. With this thing, if I can get it right, it can be the highlight of my day. But if I can't, it's as painful as deciding on what's for dinner. for me, that is. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, the new subject. Since English suddenly became unavailable, I had to choose politics. Damn. OK, it was my second choice if we had to choose out of 3 (the other one is information literacy. library stuff.). And I was probably the most disappointed person ever when English got cancelled! x_x Politics has only been about history so far. which means I spend most of my time making comments on whatever. names..pictures..the lecturer..people in the dk...=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;stupidity. tears. migraine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had a moment of release earlier in the week. Yerp. I cried. Really, seriously, ultimately cried my eyes out. The trigger was just a little stupidity of an unknown homosapien. I got angry in 5 seconds when I really shouldn't have, and plus with all the stress and tension I've been piling on...and also because of an act of kindness which suddenly touched me...It all came out. sigh... did so til I had a migraine. Went to sleep. And woke 10 minutes before the next class.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaa...let's just say my face got a bit hyorish..=_=" xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sem, my darker moods were rare to be seen. (at least, I think so) But this sem though, I think I'm getting into one of my moods nearly every day. Just say it, man. I know it already. I'm depressed aren't I? Of course I am. x| haih... I do try to keep it down. But every single day, there will always be at least one thing that gets to me. I'm probably getting more pessimistic as well. Therefore, I need to enforce the 'I'm gonna be optimistic' mode into my head. And then I will, subconsciously, start being so. I know. I've done it times before. It's just a 'me' factor. whatever I mean by that. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhh BY THE WAY!!! I love my new template and layout! xDDD hehe..I've said this on fb..that I want it to stay somewhat dark, you know. so that it will match its contents...muahaha xP but yeah, I'm very much liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and talk about liking, I am so very much in love with Nokia N97 mini....!!!xDD yeah, I've posted about it before but I wasn't sure then. But I watched a video on youtube about N97, N97 mini and X6...aaahhh it stole my heart. haha xP So I'm holding a torch for it. Without a doubt... And I've mentioned it to mi mama. hehehehe...hey, she said next year, you know..so a little request is alright...xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm feeling very much better already compared to when I began typing all these words. =)&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry for the length. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;c ya peepz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-8404663524856219244?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8404663524856219244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-all-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8404663524856219244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/8404663524856219244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-all-i-need.html' title='say all i need...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2802752455459142702</id><published>2009-12-16T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:50:38.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>song of my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Aloud - I'll Stand By You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song is just one of the very best choice to partly describe how my day was. Originally sang by The Pretenders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDumC1anFYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/fDumC1anFYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Why You Look So Sad?&lt;br /&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’ve seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what you got to hide?&lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;When you’re standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;And don’t know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come along&lt;br /&gt;’cause even if you’re wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when...&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;You won’t be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand by you&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/30176157820238236-2802752455459142702?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2802752455459142702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2802752455459142702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2802752455459142702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-my-day.html' title='song of my day'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6636423194880679505</id><published>2009-12-12T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:40:41.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>couldn't care less</title><content type='html'>after last week, they should know not to mess with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was that incident in the lab. that thing that don't even deserve to be called human just had to make a really idiotic joke who nobody else but him found funny and suddenly laughed by himself like a true idiot. yep, i am talking bout you, and yes, i know all about your time-wasting doings already, man. i think everyone does. therefore, just stay very very very well away for i can barely even stand being in the same class as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second was a couple of days later. i was in my super-ultra-extra sarcastic mode. and this other human just had to be so showy n loud every time. pardon my rudeness, but i just can't hold in my retorts anymore. and each time i let rip..yeah, i noticed that the class got quieter..so?&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna think something's off about me that day?&lt;br /&gt;or "damn..she can be quite a biatch"?&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, darlings.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that would stop those stupid gossips they've been repeating everyday.&lt;br /&gt;sure, i laugh it off every single time. but day by day, it's starting to be a bother, alright.&lt;br /&gt;i don't expect them to understand. even if i got on their case, they won't get it. they'd just be like..what the heck am i banging around for..or summat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mental this week. and so were my friends. we were just so friggin mental.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't stand the stress. we couldn't stand the seriousness. we couldn't stand the revolting thing. we couldn't care less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6636423194880679505?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6636423194880679505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/couldnt-care-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6636423194880679505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6636423194880679505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/couldnt-care-less.html' title='couldn&apos;t care less'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-2235392458534056793</id><published>2009-12-10T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:45:02.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the need</title><content type='html'>i need space.&lt;br /&gt;i need my own space.&lt;br /&gt;i need my own lonely space.&lt;br /&gt;just give me my very own, very lonely space.&lt;br /&gt;i need space to get my head the right way round again.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my principles right again.&lt;br /&gt;i need to have my priorities in the right order again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need extra noises.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need extra stories.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need extra terrestrials.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-2235392458534056793?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2235392458534056793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2235392458534056793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/2235392458534056793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/need.html' title='the need'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-5846498297549979191</id><published>2009-12-03T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:55:25.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>tiring thursday + psychologist me?</title><content type='html'>ok, hari ni my timetable jd giler sket.&lt;br /&gt;first class is chem lecture at 8:30 am - 9:30 am. pastu other classes plak cancelled..until 6 pm cuz of physics lecture yg dah dipindah n digabungkan by the substitute lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;aduyh..just imagine. waking up early for just an hour of class n the next class is 6pm til 8pm+.&lt;br /&gt;tak ke smacam jer time management tuh...cewah..xp&lt;br /&gt;but still la kan. pasal smalam dah kene tanye soalan ngan lecturer tuh, today I concentrated more than usual in the class. ok, part of it is because I sat beside some people from the other DK whom I don't know..huh..tibe2 cam concentrate jer dgr ape die ckp..even though d lecturer's explanation smacam jer kan..n den ade mlencong situ sini plak..fuhh..tp at least die x lah bace jer from the slides kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n den halfway through ade break for solat maghrib. kbetulan lak my sister called. my sisters n mi mama dah balik from Bandung!xD wahh...n dengar cite cam banyak jer diorang shopping kat sane cuz smue barang murah2..aiseyh..jealous plak dgr camtuh kan.xP&lt;br /&gt;aaahh mau balek n see what they bought for me!!!xDDD&lt;br /&gt;yea..yea...i'm not big on shopping myself but if it's new stuff for me, I won't object. x)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tibe2 rindu pegi hair salon lak..cuz tadi main rambut damia n borak2 ngan die..tbayang plak dulu2 cam slalu je mlawat amoi kat salon tuh...cuci rambut..potong rambut..muahaha..hey, it ain't wrong to act a bit spoiled sometimes!xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I think I'm past feeling a bit down since THAT. I can make fun of it and laugh about it now.;) I just remembered that I shouldn't give up so easily. I hate it when people give up easily, and I would hate it more if I'm the one who did it. So I think I'm gonna try and put some more effort this time.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was more depressed than I should be cuz I didn't exactly have a full-out release. That's probably part of why I was on a rollercoaster of moods for the past few weeks. part of it..yerp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own psychologist aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-5846498297549979191?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5846498297549979191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiring-thursday-psycholosgist-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5846498297549979191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/5846498297549979191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiring-thursday-psycholosgist-me.html' title='tiring thursday + psychologist me?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6517879380628723985</id><published>2009-12-01T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:21:41.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>venting out...thank u for this space, blogger...</title><content type='html'>I've got a problem.. It's only been a couple of weeks and my instant noodle a.k.a maggi a.k.a ramen intake has seen such an increase. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to have some real food in me, but... once I'm up here, I just can't be bothered to go back down under. huh. ok, ok, my life's not THAT dramatic, aite, but just give me some room to expand my imagination and vocab..=_="&lt;br /&gt;Simply said, I'm too lazy to go 4 floors down, walk to the DC, wait around for my food, walk back into college, climb those stairs, and into my room again..sigh. It tires me so damn much to do those simple things. And so, I chose to have maggi instead. fast and tasty. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends...are good..mostly..I think..Since I came back here I've been discussing about them too much, I think. Need to curb that not so good habit. But I just have to voice my opinions out on stuff that I have to discuss them..so not good...x_x&lt;br /&gt;talking about friends..one facebook quiz thingy gave me the perfect answer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What sarcastic comment are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://platform.ak.fbcdn.net/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=20403127296&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=z&amp;amp;cksum=db7f52651c7d816a093482aabbe027b6&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fi.quizzaz.com%2Fimg%2Fq%2Fu%2F08%2F09%2F05%2Fpeopleperson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 89px;" src="http://platform.ak.fbcdn.net/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=20403127296&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=z&amp;amp;cksum=db7f52651c7d816a093482aabbe027b6&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fi.quizzaz.com%2Fimg%2Fq%2Fu%2F08%2F09%2F05%2Fpeopleperson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when your friends ask advice, you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;although you can be nice, when your friends ask you for advice on a stupid prob, your response is a subtle sarcastic simple statement (in your head of course, no need to get bitch slapped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wasn't going mad or summat!xPP~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my friends here are great. I get along with all of them..I'm close to few..but of course, this is me. I'm critical. No, I don't have some kind of sickness.. I mean I'm full of critiques about anything and everything. And I just can't help but found some things I dislike about them. Maybe not really dislike...but..just...turns me off of them? hmm yeah, that's more or less right. Just with a couple of peepz though..not every single one of them..yeah, you, reading this might be one of them. happy? xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, for some unknown reason, I don't like the made up word 'chillax'. chill + relax. something about it..just something..i dunno..random me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uk english vs. malay english..&lt;br /&gt;was also on my mind today..can't really recall what i was thinking anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i miss speaking uk english. don't really know if i can catch and speak the slang anymore. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom n sisters flew to Bandung, Indonesia today! for a bit of tension-releasing holiday, and  of course, shopping...!!I've already told mama to remember my face when they're out shopping. hehe..yerp, i'm staying here like a good girl cuz the place don't attract me as much. and also cuz i've just started the new sem..I mean, if they're going some place else like...melbourne...or tokyo(!), I'll just be clinging onto my mum to take me there as well. huhu..safe journey and happy shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then..I do still need some baskin robbins and some japanese..i've been wanting them for like more than a month already..x_x n i do wanna try some korean sometime...where and when....hmm..&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i better worry about eating something other than maggi first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6517879380628723985?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6517879380628723985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/venting-outthank-u-for-this-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6517879380628723985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6517879380628723985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/venting-outthank-u-for-this-space.html' title='venting out...thank u for this space, blogger...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6509742256864147139</id><published>2009-11-21T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:55:08.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Kioku?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Swem5HVZ9nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7La9bMr5SW8/s1600/181120091727.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/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Swem5HVZ9nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7La9bMr5SW8/s320/181120091727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406473377833154162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now the view I get when I open the door of my room to the world outside. Nice? Sure is...and pretty breezy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Sweo5w9kVhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u0ohf_0iYgQ/s1600/181120091730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Sweo5w9kVhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u0ohf_0iYgQ/s320/181120091730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406475588030715410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But this tree right in front of me reminded me that I'm on the fourth(fifth?) floor of this block. Not exactly the safest place to be for an accidental-prone person, i.e. me. And it brings back all those heavy memories. Literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6509742256864147139?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6509742256864147139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/kioku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6509742256864147139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6509742256864147139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/kioku.html' title='Kioku?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Swem5HVZ9nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7La9bMr5SW8/s72-c/181120091727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-252977658505816513</id><published>2009-11-17T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:32:23.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>I'm in college. My whole body hurts. I've got internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;That's the short version, in case you're wondering. Here comes the long tension-releasing version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College registration was (only?!) 2 days ago. I was put in a temporary room as was hundreds of others while only 49 got a fixed room on Sunday. We were dubbed as the 'people who broke the college rules'...yea, right! So many of us aren't even to blame for all those stuff you guys said we did, alright?! and I can't have a fixed room straight away because of a flippin hairdryer. Seriously. How frigging stupid is that? I've even heard of phone chargers as the reason. Stupider than stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought our horrors would end there, but nooooooooo... This college of ours just HAVE to be SOOO elite and everything, not even caring about the students living here. Waited in the light rain for nearly 2 hours at the registration counter the next day. Only to find out that we have to stay on the topmost floor. And I am just THE luckiest person alive to be awarded the furthest room possible. And it's on a different block than the temporary room. Damn lucky. (Oh yeah, the good girls who got the fixed rooms are all on the ground floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to carry my truckload of stuff mostly without help 4 floors up and beyond. Each trip up and down those pissing stairs are dotted with cursing thoughts toward this college and its administrators whoever they are. I was sweating like an olympic runner carrying the weight of an elephant all the way..x_x and because of all that weight+stairs again and again, I ended up with pain everywhere possible. Curses. (Mojo Jojo moment.xp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old roommate, Azreen came to visit the mess I was in. Incidentally, I am directly 4 floors above her own room. After a bit of a chat and shower, I went out with her and Farah to Section 7's Pak Li for dinner. Aaahh how I miss those two kids so much!!xD I can now appreciate my old roommates so very much.xP hehe..Rindu gilerr kat korang~~! tu pon baru sebulan lebeyh x jumpe kan? haha klau more than that x tau la ape jadi..ade mnangis sebaldi tros kot. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;Went back and hung out in their room. yep, they've the same room. so truly lucky. Watched Orphan. Such a psychotic movie. Nevertheless, a really good one.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed with all my pains and sorrow well after midnight. Good thing about this room is that it feels like we've an air conditioner on in the room, so it never really gets too hot around here. Oh, and the view when we open the door is also very welcoming. And windy. For now.&lt;br /&gt;AND I actually found another advantage to this room. All hail wi-fi connection~~&lt;br /&gt;haha..but it's only uitm's student connection..so some websites are blocked and no torrents at all..and stuff..But am grateful enough for a connection.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back still hurts. As well as my arms, legs, and my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I forgot another thing. The toilets are really, very, impossibly dirty. I doubt that the cleaners even come up to this level. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, other colleges have nothing like ours whatsoever! I mean, they registered as usual, they got the same room+roommates like last semester, and the college opposite ours didn't even have to clear out their things! Eurgh..to think of the unfairness irks me to the point of screaming...into the face of the people who manages this college, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, time to be a little optimistic. OK then, it may not be so bad after a while, maybe. But only if they clean out those toilets and fix those pipes and everything.&lt;br /&gt;...I'll get some exercise out of it....Is that a good thing or a bad thing actually? huh.o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-252977658505816513?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/252977658505816513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/mad-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/252977658505816513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/252977658505816513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-802831991534628062</id><published>2009-11-15T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:43:47.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just Give It To Me</title><content type='html'>OK. Results are out.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is that I only got to know that they're out when I was already on my way to KL yesterday. So I thought 'What they hey, I'll check it once I've got an internet connection at my aunt's'. Bad news is, I can't access the friggin student portal. I can do everything else on the internet just not that one portal. I guess it's something wrong with the server..or whatever.. BUT I've been trying and refreshing the page for AGES and it's still blank!&lt;br /&gt;even my friends experience d same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my friends then. THEY already know their results. So what's a super caring person like me to do? Ask around, of course. And my oh my, have I got some pretty intelligent mates or what..they've all got GPAs of 3.4 and up...which means every friggin person is taking over d dean's list!well, almost.xp congrats, guys!!I now see all of you in such a blinding bright light.xD&lt;br /&gt;I mean, gosh 3.4 is really great already, aite. If you've something to be unsatisfied about with a GPA higher than that, then...please stay away from me with your way of thinking. I'll snap off if you mention it to me. and I will also recognise you as a freaky thinking machine in the body of a very, very, very, geekier than me, weirder than me in the wrong sense, human.&lt;br /&gt;Please be thankful of me still thinking of you as a human.&lt;br /&gt;Because other people would only think of you as a snobby geeky weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to release that. Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just keep refreshing the damned page. I've to register into college in the morning. Please, dear kind souls of college admins, put me in a room on ground floor. I just love to stay on the ground too much after months of it. muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;will stop crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And er, well, goodbye for now...will probably be back sometime near Eid..d 2nd one...or any other time I like...who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye bloggybelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-802831991534628062?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/802831991534628062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-give-it-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/802831991534628062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/802831991534628062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-give-it-to-me.html' title='Just Give It To Me'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1942247434404569173</id><published>2009-11-10T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:11:36.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I love tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Let me tell you the effect of several people causing your mobile to ring when you're not exactly fully awake yet. Oh, and this is also when you are anticipating that exam result which you've been waiting on for about a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one message tone, I sleepily read the text from my sister, asking if my result is already out. Now then, this text, even while I was in my half-asleep state of mind, put my brain into one of its mode of thinking even while sleeping. I now have the word 'results' on the forefront of my mind's eye.&lt;br /&gt;I carried on sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Only to hear another incoming message tone a couple of hours later. Annoyed, I just hit any old button on my mobile to stop the tone.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I slept.&lt;br /&gt;Luck has a funny side to it today, I guess. Only less than an hour later, my mobile rang. The tone was the one I've set for my university contacts. Ah, damn. What is it with all of them, all of a sudden? In annoyance, I silenced it. Sorry, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;Closed my eyes, but after all of that, it's impossible to not have your brain whirling on before even your mind could catch up. I hope that makes sense. It does to me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up. I got up. Took my mobile and checked the causes of the disturbance to my slumber. (Yes, I'm letting out all the extra creative juices I didn't get to pour onto my MUET paper here.)&lt;br /&gt;A text from a classmate, asking if the results are out. A missed call from my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. My computer with all its glorious broadband connection is right next to this bed. But I had it on all night for that running torrent download. I think I better leave it to rest for a few more.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I had a bath.&lt;br /&gt;After all the lotions and hair care, I went downstairs for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Only to find myself staring at the rice with all the dishes with no appetite whatsoever. Ah shit.&lt;br /&gt;And that's where all of this story began writing itself in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do need to eat. I think I'll make myself a mug of hot tea to loosen up that knot I've got in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;A few sips, and aaaaahhhh... See? Better already.&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to the eating process.&lt;br /&gt;Another difficulty. After only a few mouthful, I can feel that knot again. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Guess there's no helping to it, then. So I just ate a little more, and drank that hot tea. Can I just mention how good it feels when hot tea slides down your throat and into your stomach, burning away the tension you've got? Ah bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I love tea.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't love what I would stare in the face in just a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to do it anyway, though.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1942247434404569173?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1942247434404569173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me-tell-you-effect-of-several.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1942247434404569173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1942247434404569173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me-tell-you-effect-of-several.html' title='I love tea'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6919995063335874845</id><published>2009-11-07T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:45:44.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>hey me~&lt;br /&gt;aahh yes, early isn't it?xp&lt;br /&gt;finished my MUET!! \o/ yosshhh kitaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm writing one of those mobile web post.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly.xp&lt;br /&gt;I think the exam went ok. Wish I paid more attention to the time during writing though. the second essay..haih..giri giri da yo!!xP&lt;br /&gt;too much creative juice in the second para maybe.. that's why I sort of lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sleepy. aiyo..was lying in bed for like 30 mins before I finally fell asleep, only to wake up an hour or so later. bad, I know. well that's just how I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with antm cycle 13 til episode 10. eurgh I'm really begging for the judges to just let erin pack already. nicole takes great pictures forever. jen has great personality. laura really really reminds me of how the wayans bros looked in white chicks. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished watching My Fair Lady/ Take Care of Agasshi. very nice drama.x)&lt;br /&gt;should I watch majo saiban til the end? cuz I've watched it until 5th one and couldn't be bothered to download anymore. not my favourite. if not for toma i probably wouldnt watch it.xp&lt;br /&gt;thinking of watching Iris. all the cuts of Top just look so drool-worthy! haih...&lt;br /&gt;waiting for FO with Ha Ji Won update. totally love Hae Jin now. But I do miss Ye Jin and Chun Hee sometimes. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's all ramblings here!!!! pointless ramblings from a person with too much free time at the moment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6919995063335874845?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6919995063335874845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-of-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6919995063335874845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6919995063335874845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-of-end.html' title='beginning of the end'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-262579684970120761</id><published>2009-11-02T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:42:04.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Been a long time coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's topic: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I've nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I've so much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I care too much.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it gets predictable.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it's too hard.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it's too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it's too loud.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it's too silent.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when nothing seems right.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they hate.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I hate.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they can't shut up.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when the time's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they ask.&lt;br /&gt;I hate because I can.&lt;br /&gt;I hate because I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't really hate what I seem to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know 'hate' is just a word.&lt;br /&gt;And what I hate may change day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's just how I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-262579684970120761?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/262579684970120761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-long-time-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/262579684970120761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/262579684970120761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-long-time-coming.html' title='Been a long time coming'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-6980266879147482373</id><published>2009-10-18T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:44:11.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>All set and ready for sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Stn3WmTAVmI/AAAAAAAAADM/qNAv4OwgbvM/s1600-h/181020091570.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/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Stn3WmTAVmI/AAAAAAAAADM/qNAv4OwgbvM/s320/181020091570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393613996362323554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. I finally bought some new ones. ^o^ Been quite a while since I bought lbd books. Can't blame a teenage girl for getting bored with the same old stuff on a month long holiday, right? I gotta have something new every now and then. Especially because it's me we're talking about here. xp No, I am the opposite of a shopaholic, okay. I'm talking about my tendency to get bored faster than others. and that, I realised, applies to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Qian at the bookshop! haha~ what a coincidence la...suddenly someone was calling my full name in the shop. xDD Had quite a bit of a chat with this friend of mine, a little bit of everything that made me half forget about having to hurry in my search for books. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;lucky my mum found me in the store in the middle of our chat. if not, I'd probably get an earful for taking so long.=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahh I'm gonna be alone for maybe half of tomorrow. Mi dad's sending my mum back to Terengganu in the morning. huh. been there, done that, countless times already. sigh..just sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm killing my hd with movies now...muahahaha..The ones I've been wanting to watch since forever are here!!!xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;then again, I think I'm missing a lot of movies still and I really can't recall some of the movies I wanted to watch...hmm nevermind..i've got a month, after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about month! dah jumpe calendar for program asasi on fkk punye website. says cuti semester 12 oktober - 15 november. lepas tu semester 2 tros. wahhh..so betul la jawabnye yang kite cuti until 15th eyk? guess i better make full use of the time i've got to buy all that i need to buy, eat what i feel like eating, and meet everyone who wanna meet me...aiya, so sad la the last one. suddenly x confident got people wanna hang out with or x..xp xpe..xpe..we'll just wait n see.. if nobody beeps me, then I will just have to be like Aiba who keeps calling round even after 9 people turned him down for dinner at 11 pm. muakakakaa....ehm..control..control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah! see u bloggy, dear~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: is it time to change the background...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-6980266879147482373?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6980266879147482373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-set-and-ready-for-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6980266879147482373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/6980266879147482373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-set-and-ready-for-sunday.html' title='All set and ready for sunday'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1n_SKLGAVKs/Stn3WmTAVmI/AAAAAAAAADM/qNAv4OwgbvM/s72-c/181020091570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30176157820238236.post-1158500299480963599</id><published>2009-10-15T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:15:51.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>baka ka?</title><content type='html'>Really now, I must be the clumsiest person ever. I only remembered about my MUET slip last night. What was I doing for the last few days?? Sigh... I left it in my folder at my sisters' back in Shah Alam. My registration slip. So now I've gotta find a way to get it back. I was even thinking about it in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On a much lighter note, I am blogging. Which means I've a stable internet connection. Which means I am friggin home!!!xDDD Got to Terengganu on Saturday, stayed with my mum for a bit. And then got back here to Kuantan yesterday evening. The only things I'm missing are probably the co-op...my friends...maybe a bit of the towers...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been up?&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my first sem's finals. 3 papers. I'm only optimistic on 2 of them. The remainder is just waiting to die on me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;After the finals, of course plans were made but few came to life. hmmph..shame. o well, guess we know the morale of the story right? To never make a plan too soon because it will just fall apart later because of the tiniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;The only big plan was the one with my room mates. and that plan was made just a day before. wise. Went to Times Square. Watched a movie, walked around for some shopping..they both bought stuff, I just didn't love anything I saw so I bought nothing. Yea, I'm like that sometimes. Most of the time, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... ah man, everywhere I go, 'that' will always be such a crisis. Since what? primary school? sigh...can't they all just go about with slightly higher EQs please?? ridiculous. It ain't even my business. So I'll just shut up. But really, it's bothering me and I'm just not gonna care anymore. And another one. I really don't care and don't wanna hear whatever u wanna tell me, my dear. It'll just add up into another piece of information inside a space in my brain which I really need to use for much much more important stuff other than you. OK? So, get another temporary shrink or summat to solve ur cases. Cuz I am just plain bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psycho me in the making? Deal. With. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download speed's not being too kind on me today. So maybe I'll just hit the DVDs. Oh, and I do wanna watch that movie Pisau Cukur...seems fun and I like Fazura. She ain't such a fake like some....imo that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.. OK, I checked UiTM's foundation program calendar yesterday, and it confuses me even more. Cuz it says our exams are until november and then it's holiday until after mid december. thing is, we ARE on holiday now, right? so...where does that leaves us?? I am just really confused about the dates. someone should just send us a letter about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...sushi, baskin robbins, noodle station, pizza, body shop, cinema...arcade games.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30176157820238236-1158500299480963599?l=bellalitaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1158500299480963599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/baka-ka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1158500299480963599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30176157820238236/posts/default/1158500299480963599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellalitaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/baka-ka.html' title='baka ka?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04336041545417082028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtn23jyemQ/Tr5trVfEqoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RX3GM6ODfhg/s220/Photo0948a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
