<?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-686717691404533147</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:26:16.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7329237956867136616</id><published>2010-02-18T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:28:20.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;a convo whilst pp was supper-ing&lt;br /&gt;pp: de, this is the best indomie ive ever eaten in 25 yrs of my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;mm: *gave me the evils* yah okay good. so next time i dont have to make it for you anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay quick post. seriously my fats are like a fountain flowing. no wait not fountain, its a waterfall. and im so hopeless at exercising now. havent step into the gym for a month and so last night i decided to go on the treadmill. after 12 mins, i was dead. TWELVE MINUTES! whatthecrap is that? this morning i had a short swim and now my leg is killing me. seriouslyyy! i told y that im gonna run w her and indi when i get back to perth, and of course, gymming with s is definitely gonna be ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i havent been doing anything much lately, just the usual. i was discussing w my dad how i really have nothing to do in perth (classes are so little, lah) and i told him i want to work. he doesnt like the idea because he knows im gonna get shit jobs and im not gonna get any worthy experience out of it. true, but still. anyway then he said "golf. and cooking courses." which sounds awesome now i just gotta find different courses. i wanna try to do food as well, like different ones. italian, mexican etc, but itd be hard cos itd has to be without beef pork AND salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be wondering why salmon? cos ive decided to give it up for forty days of lent. i cant think of other things that i enjoy and often eat. so i guess salmon will be it. yesterday we went to eat jap food and my-oh-so-kind-and-loving-family purposely ordered more  salmon dishes (salmon sahimi, salmon spicy roll, salmon teriyaki and others i cant rem) cos they wanted to tease/test me. and seriously, they actually dont eat that much salmon. usually, the only time they eat salmon is when they try my dishes. so anyway, i didnt eat any of the salmon HAH! okay enough of my salmon story. now i feel like smoked salmon bagel like how i promised s! sorry, we gotta wait for 39 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im gonna sleep now. hopefully i can wake up early enough to swim. early means 11am, which is perfect weather for swimming. no, not because of the sun. bandung's weather has been extremely rainy this feb and the rain usually starts from 12pm ish onwards. this was the weather on tues"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S32wJAgSLMI/AAAAAAAABGM/Lz7fCC4gG3s/s1600-h/IMG00828-20100215-1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S32wJAgSLMI/AAAAAAAABGM/Lz7fCC4gG3s/s320/IMG00828-20100215-1451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439697593734147266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was flooding. and guess what else came from the sky other than water? ice. yes, crushed ice! how scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kids dont forget to pray happy ash wednesday (to those who celebrates). what did you give up for lent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S32wIjFK2SI/AAAAAAAABGE/8bIseYQGbz8/s1600-h/IMG00844-20100217-1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S32wIjFK2SI/AAAAAAAABGE/8bIseYQGbz8/s320/IMG00844-20100217-1935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439697585835792674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7329237956867136616?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7329237956867136616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7329237956867136616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7329237956867136616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7329237956867136616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/02/convo-whilst-pp-was-supper-ing-pp-de.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S32wJAgSLMI/AAAAAAAABGM/Lz7fCC4gG3s/s72-c/IMG00828-20100215-1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4949953724263434863</id><published>2010-02-15T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:42:03.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3m-lbs9LqI/AAAAAAAABF8/36hZS9blvcY/s1600-h/vanessa-hudgens-efron-summer-sydney-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3m-lbs9LqI/AAAAAAAABF8/36hZS9blvcY/s320/vanessa-hudgens-efron-summer-sydney-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438587575327338146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to be vhudgens in 5 simple (haha) steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. lose like 10 kilos&lt;br /&gt;2. go gym/pilates/bodypump everyday for like a year&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;go wear sunscreen everyday&lt;/s&gt; bleach my whole body &lt;br /&gt;4. go hair treatment/ hair spa/ hair mask hair whatever 2803234times&lt;br /&gt;5. go do cosmetic surgery/botox  heidiimontageyy* style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&lt;br /&gt;okay good night kids dnt forget to pray (haha, you guys must be like "yah, definitely. i gotta pray for my psycho friend, M")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-4949953724263434863?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4949953724263434863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4949953724263434863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4949953724263434863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4949953724263434863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3m-lbs9LqI/AAAAAAAABF8/36hZS9blvcY/s72-c/vanessa-hudgens-efron-summer-sydney-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-5029455440294130705</id><published>2010-02-10T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:55:48.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;a conversation i just had with pp &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: pp i think God's giving you an angbao for CNY this year&lt;br /&gt;pp: what?&lt;br /&gt;me: spore casino's opening this friday&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello world! ive been so lazy to blog for this couple of days plus i just came back on monday. macau was great, and hongkong too! eventhough not much (or in fact hardly any) shopping done, im extremely satisfied:) bringing maks around, spending LOTS of quality time with her. as much as i really wanna be free and live all by myself in a foreign country, im quite sad that next year (and the couple of years after), i wont be seeing her as muchh.. seriouslyy.. look at the pic below,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3LseW_7ZuI/AAAAAAAABF0/Z51n-DOhTaI/s1600-h/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3LseW_7ZuI/AAAAAAAABF0/Z51n-DOhTaI/s400/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667706503554786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how adorable? how can i not miss her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so anyway i was checking celebs heights and weights (like i usually do) and so..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3LphrH1M1I/AAAAAAAABFc/qfnBiZx91A8/s1600-h/nicole-richie-7-eleven-joel-madden-coffee-cup-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3LphrH1M1I/AAAAAAAABFc/qfnBiZx91A8/s320/nicole-richie-7-eleven-joel-madden-coffee-cup-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436664464910136146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nicole richie weighs about 41kg at the moment and shes approx 155cm WOAH. me standing at only a couple cms taller than her, 41kg is a looooooong way to go :( but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3LpgfOo5QI/AAAAAAAABFM/nnZZN97JBBk/s1600-h/vanessa-hudgens-bristol-farms-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3LpgfOo5QI/AAAAAAAABFM/nnZZN97JBBk/s320/vanessa-hudgens-bristol-farms-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436664444537595138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vhudgens is about 47kg and shes approx 157.. i think this is a more reasonable goal! but seriously, ive been slacking with the exercise and i can seriously FEEL my fats shake as i move. one, i have ALOT of excess, unnecessary fats. two, im the total opposite of toned. FML, i wish i can wake up one day and be fit, slim, toned without doing any exercises. beside swimming, at the moment i have zero interest in other means of exercises. someone give me a pill that can boost up my "active" level, thanks. and btw when i reached home from macau, the first thing i did was checked my weight. i gained a kilo! but i guess that was understandable.. the food was awesome, below are some of the yummy food that i decided that it was okay for me to indulge on haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3Lsd8tBQUI/AAAAAAAABFs/DAk82WtXaUs/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 480px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3Lsd8tBQUI/AAAAAAAABFs/DAk82WtXaUs/s400/Recently+Updated.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436667699444924738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1.&lt;/b&gt; MANGO DESSERT (times 5). yes, for the 2.5 days i was in hkg i ate in the place for FIVE times. i know eh, no wonder the weight gain. actually to think of it, God was super nice to only let me gain a kilo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2.&lt;/b&gt;  smoked salmon bagel (which reminds me of you, s). when im back, lets go to lemon. they have one of THE best in perth!  anyway seriously, venetian has the best breakky room service ive ever had. i couldnt miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3.&lt;/b&gt; MACAROONS! it was the awesomest macaroons ive ever had in my whole life. i think its even better than harrods'. i cant remember the brand, but it was some fancy branded one in hkg. i only had two of them, one was fig and the other was a rose mixed with some fancy ingredient i cant remember. THAT WAS SERIOUSLY MOUTHGASM. ive added one more thing on "things to do before i die" list: try all the macaroons from that particular brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4.&lt;/b&gt; haagendaaz dessert :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5.&lt;/b&gt;  portugese eggtart. something you cant avoid when you walk down the streets of macau. rian munched down 7 of this one after another at one go on the last trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is it for now. i shall not be lazy to blog regularly, goodnight kiddoes dont forget to pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and just few shoutouts for you lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;syz: congrats on your results, no more cic life for you. celebrate when im back yes?&lt;br /&gt;crs: goodluck for ur exam, i see HD coming:)&lt;br /&gt;yul: have fun be safe in sydney!&lt;br /&gt;ver: congrats on surviving your dentistry rural thingo!&lt;br /&gt;sann: ill be checking my mail every single day cant wait im frexcited!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-5029455440294130705?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5029455440294130705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=5029455440294130705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5029455440294130705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5029455440294130705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/02/conversation-i-just-had-with-pp-me-pp-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S3LseW_7ZuI/AAAAAAAABF0/Z51n-DOhTaI/s72-c/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7032602224626805426</id><published>2010-02-03T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:26:25.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mango dessert yumm</title><content type='html'>so anyway at the moment im trying to let time pass by till 4.30, cos thats when we'll leave bandung for jkt airport. we're going to hkg and macau, cos parents have some meeting in hkg, and macau, cos maks havent been there before and shes getting old so yeah. and ive decided not to sleep till then so i can sleep like a pig on the way and feel refreshed when i reach hkg. the up and foremost thing im looking forward in this whole trip is (either than showing maks around)... THE MANGO DESSERT. THE MOST FRAWESOME MANGO DESSERT IN THIS WORLD. I forget what its called but im sure if i mentioned mango they locals will know it, plus its everywhere, its convenient. OMG JUST THE THOUGHT OF IT MAKES ME DROOL FREAK FREAK YUM YUM I WANT SOME. okay weird, tomorrow i will even starve the whole day to eat like three (at least) of those different types of dessert there YUMMY. okay lie, i wont starve i wont be able to, and i wont eat three at one go ill get brain freeze. but neway I CANT WAIT YUM YUM YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i really have nothing to say. what have i been doing, other than going to dermatologists, facials, coffeetalks, nothing much. oh i went to this place called "Carmel" its like the main Catholic place in Bandung, many people come to Bdg for it and for those of you having exams soon (next week if im not wrong), and waiting for ur results (s), ive prayed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i didnt know what else to write/blabber on about and a blog without picture is so mundane. ive decided to share what i brought along with me when i go travelling (okay lame but nvm this kills time), and also, as i was packing, i realized how i bring a piece of you guys along, tchawww. but seriously, this shows how incomplete my trips are without you guys:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2nacKda00I/AAAAAAAABFE/OnDbepMbseg/s1600-h/Photo+713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2nacKda00I/AAAAAAAABFE/OnDbepMbseg/s320/Photo+713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434114602778153794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; a novel. for the plane rides, for when the others are asleep/busy while we're waiting for smth, and most importantly, for morning toilet runs haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; apple hand cream, courtesy of michy seriously its the best/yummiest handcream! i got it in phils few weeks back and i have never gone out of the house with it, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; erm yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; the cuff that paris/my lovely friend of almost 8 years (shit so long now eh), gave me for 19th. seriously thank God you bought me that one, it matches with everything and its one of my staples nowadays:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt;phone, in which btw, has vicky's, pynnies and C's on wallpaper. and i swear i didnt not change it just then or anything, its been that since the day it was uploaded on fb? :) i wake up i see the phone i see you before sleeping i see the phone i see you hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;. ipod. courtesy of CLEE! dont know what id do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt;. laxative. dont laugh, very important while travelling okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt;. watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt;. another bangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt;. make up kit, in which has y's sunscreen in it. its frawesome, even though its big and i really gotta squeeze it in, i bring it all the time everywhere here! its so easy and convenient to use! i just remember i gotta take it out eh i gotta put it in my luggage instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt; bag oh bag. i purposely numbered cos i wanted to tell you guys about my dream last night, doesnt make sense now but wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, my dream last night was that we were in a middle of a riot, a democracy, like the one in 1998 in indo. they were after the Chinese, and us being Chinese we gotta run for shelter and hide. this Chinese leader/soldier came to warn us first before the people who were after us came.&lt;br /&gt;so he was like "Come come faster everyone you gotta come with me, we got a shelter for you. leave everything behind except your most important thing". and then i remembered whilst everyone was stuffing money in their pockets, i was looking for my navy balen.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up i thought to myself, "WHATTHAFRIK? THATS MY MOST IMPORTANT POSSESSION?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously how pathetic can i be? running for shelter admist all these riot, and the only thing in my mind was my balen? isnt that oh so pathetic my friend? so anyway that makes me realize that buying a branded, expensive, costly (imagine how many kids in africa can eat with the same amount/ how much the amount of money can contribute in helping the haitians), is actually NOT that unworthy cos i use love it so much that i use it very often. okay my theory with this worthiness of a bag is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let say i use it 3 times in a week (and i really do) thats 12 times in a month thats 144 times in a year. and this bag will last me for years (and yes, im telling you beforehand that imma use it often still so dont mind me being old and boring). when you divide the cost of the bag with the number of times used, it aint bad. whereas, buying a bag that yeah you like it but so so that youd only use it for a few times? average cost will be equivalent (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway im gonna finish up my last min packing stuff now bye kids dont forget to pray!&lt;br /&gt;bb will be off from tmrw onwards but ill be checking fb/email so if you guys need anything from hongkong please please please holla:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. when i see places in hkg, im gonna rem so much of leavers:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all and study hard s, ur results are gonna be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7032602224626805426?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7032602224626805426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7032602224626805426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7032602224626805426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7032602224626805426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/02/mango-dessert-yumm.html' title='mango dessert yumm'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2nacKda00I/AAAAAAAABFE/OnDbepMbseg/s72-c/Photo+713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6863384639961587018</id><published>2010-02-01T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:22:10.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year new maid new hair</title><content type='html'>two of my maids decided to leave today whathefrik and seriously its not because we're so demanding or what. the maid were a couple and they only met here in my house. so few days ago, my mom told the guymaid to live at the apartment instead cos it was quite disturbing to the rest of the maids/guards living in the house. and also, we dont want them to get pregnant in the house, that would be just weird/wrong. and seriously the pay its not that bad either, its not great, but its definitely not underpaid. so then last night both of them told us they had to go back. they said they were going back to their hometowns, bs theyre so leaving together. but anyway, not our problem. the others said that they were leaving cos obviously the guy still wanna stay in the house and theyre sorta threatening us cos they &lt;s&gt;know&lt;/s&gt; feel that they are needed here. so no way ho say if they call back next week to ask back for the job. okay now when i read it again it sounds harsh, but seriously im not exaggerating. okay enough about my maid as if you guys would be interested to hear haha. oh wait actually funny thang happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres another maid whom we always teased with the security guard. so anyway, the other day, the kitchen phone rang. usually the guards will call the kitchen to ask the maid to open the front door straight after he opens the garage. so that day, since i was right beside the phone i picked it up: (translated in eng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go "yes?", then he repied, thinking it was me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello sayang, mam's here faster open the door, okay bye muuuuuachhhhh" then hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i burst out into laughter i even literally ROFL! then i told my maids what happened and we all started ROFL too! when i went out that night i saw him as i was leaving out of the house and he literally bowed down and kept saying sorry poor guyyy! he must be so ashamedd! hahaha! neway talking about this particular security guard as well, apparently one day my dad asked him to buy fried noodles but he bought kuay-teow (dont know how to spell) instead. and he bought two as well for some reason. and being ppp (a person who is badly in need of anger management courses. and he was also having an extremely tough day at work that day), he got extremely pissed and go "YOU BUY WRONGLY, YOU EAT ALL OF THIS" at his face and went away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the next morning he was so pale and keep rubbing his tummy so my mom asked him what happened and he was saying how he got tummy ache from eating the kuay-teow! poor guard, and hes super nice and friendly and funny as well. but neway, who would be so gullible to eat ALL of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, really. enough about maids now i cant remember what i wanted to blog about urghh. i shall do it tomorrow when i remember lah. uh-oh btw, i got an extremely short haircut like a bob style. and btw, i found moofussa too! and the weird faces, i was trying to imitate the face :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2c13Waw8eI/AAAAAAAABE8/82aaWwx1IXk/s1600-h/Photo+Booth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2c13Waw8eI/AAAAAAAABE8/82aaWwx1IXk/s400/Photo+Booth1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370700472709602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super not used to it its freaking short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay goodnight i want my old hair back it feels weird its shorter than y's and e's yuck. &lt;br /&gt;and i gained a kilo in the weekend fml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6863384639961587018?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6863384639961587018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6863384639961587018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6863384639961587018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6863384639961587018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-new-maid-new-hair.html' title='new year new maid new hair'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2c13Waw8eI/AAAAAAAABE8/82aaWwx1IXk/s72-c/Photo+Booth1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2851249124181586744</id><published>2010-01-30T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:14:39.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>65% LCB and 35% LCF</title><content type='html'>so anyway yesterday i had dinner with this culinary person, BW*. so he has a culinary tv show here. so what he does is goes to different food places and try their food and comments on them. below is a youtube video of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWMmFSdEOOA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWMmFSdEOOA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i heard he was coming to town, ive heard of the name before but i was not very familiar. probably because i dont watch much local channels. anyway i thought he was some normal indo person who just love to eat. but no, oh man this guy has been to everywhere. AND i mean EVERYWHERE. he been to all the good places in america, france, australia and many many more. he was telling me all about "RAW" (a healthy rest in the US where all the food are either raw/ cooked but under 80deegreecelc) and how good it surprisingly is, so definitely a must try! oh yah btw, the "RAW" conversation started when i told him one day im gonna open a rest/cafe with a good selection of scrumptious (yes, scrumptious) salads, cos indo is lacking on them and its sad that only angmohs know how to cook and appreciate them! so anyway he also told me about this teppanyaki restaurant which had a 45min max table turnover. all the chefs there are thought to "un-pleasants the mood" when its close to 45min. the owner actually thought the chefs tricks such as, burning the food, dropping cutlery etc etc! how funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway during dinner i asked him about le cordon bleu, and he totally recommend it so yay:) so anyway during dinner, whilst talking about food and such, i didnt fail to forget to ask him how he manage to stay a good size (cos usually foodies are big in size). he told me that he only try the food, he doesnt finish them. also he works from monday to friday (imagine trying all diff kinda foods, esp them being indo, are very very fattening), then on the weekend he detox. no food at all and the 1.5kg he gain, will vanish! can u imagine if he doesnt detox tho? 1.5kg per week, 6kg per month, 48kg per year FHL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today dad and him had a seminar. i didnt see though, woke up late and had relatives over. and anyway, when my parents got back, they were telling me how BW* send his regards to me(yay) and told them how he really enjoyed talking to me at the dinner and how i should pursue cooking (duh) and if i need anything in the future he'll be happy to help:) man i love this guy i wish he's my grandfather. and btw, he's 60 he looks super young for his age dont u reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2SeK_rtDjI/AAAAAAAABEs/lzHX_D1hPLM/s1600-h/bondan+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2SeK_rtDjI/AAAAAAAABEs/lzHX_D1hPLM/s320/bondan+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432640962246282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not a very nice picture (in fact is super bad i literally am obese in the pic, and in real life too actually) but this was the only one w me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish the whole food = fat is reversed. the more you eat the skinnier you are! WOAHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;ps. damn funny this morning. while my mom was praying before breakfast i whispered "and God please let all the food i eat now not go into my thighs, arms, tummy and let is disappear" and she started laughing. then after the prayer "HOW YOU KNOW TTS WHAT I PRAYEDD??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway few shoutouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction for Y's blog:&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY CRAVING MARCHE! yummai rosti and my german sausage and the awesome dessert (WRONG)&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY CRAVING MARCHE WITH MESA! yummai rosti and my german sausage and the awesome dessert + FRAWESOME COMPANY (CORRECTED)&lt;br /&gt;lets do spore after ur bro's wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vickay: its super hard to get a orange peel skin for gemini :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarahann: i dont use it very often:( hard to match with outfit cos i gotta be really really really simple otherwise its too boomboompow ill look like a fruitcake (cos colourful). i wish i can use it more often so that it sags tho. plus my dad reckons its too childish therefore i dont really use it when i go out w him. got any new bags recently? i am &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; wanting a chanel. everytime i see someone wearing it i really envy them! but im scared its too overrated, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for cristal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2SeKXjcpQI/AAAAAAAABEk/ochaLTDr6_o/s1600-h/crist%C9%91llee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2SeKXjcpQI/AAAAAAAABEk/ochaLTDr6_o/s320/crist%C9%91llee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432640951474234626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry gotta post this up, its just FRILLARIOUS (dont worry, not in a bad way, in a frute way:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and dont forget to pray (not for your thighs, arms, or tummies.)&lt;br /&gt;just an idea that suddenly randomly pop out: lets all pray for the less fortunate people who cant access to computers/internets. CAN YOU IMAGINE YOURSELF IN THEIR SHOESS?? seriously! itd be like; blog? huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-2851249124181586744?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2851249124181586744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2851249124181586744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2851249124181586744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2851249124181586744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/01/65-lcb-and-35-lcf.html' title='65% LCB and 35% LCF'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S2SeK_rtDjI/AAAAAAAABEs/lzHX_D1hPLM/s72-c/bondan+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-5838765789048359367</id><published>2010-01-26T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:56:14.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>would u rather have free clothes OR have free lunches? (in the future)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what a stupid question, friends like u guys (pointing especially at y) will choose the latter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay so you know how im planning to go uk in 2011, maybe not anymore. i dont know :S few days ago pp gave me an idea of doing something in the culinary world after crtn. he reckons ill like it more, plus the career options is better since rian is already sorta doing the clothing business. cos parents are now interested in the food market &lt;i&gt;(hence, we are in a much thicker physiques except rian the weirdo, if you compared from last years. but that will &lt;s&gt;hopefully&lt;/s&gt; change soon for me haha ok stop rambling) &lt;/i&gt;, and whos gonna take over and expand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so maybe it is a good idea. and pp have always said from day one that he'll be much happier if i dont go study in uk cos of the distance. so anyway i found out theres a good school "le cordon bleu" in sydney. its pretty darn good, some of the alumnis includes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stephanie izzard: top chef 08 winner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;julia child: the real julia in julie&amp;amp;julia (whoever dont know/ havent heard/ not planning to watch the movie = youre a loser)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway,i did pros and cons for both (following C's style) and:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;london college of fashion fashion business majoring in buying and merchandising:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;pros&lt;/b&gt;: what ive been really wanting to since year 12, winter/gloomy season all the way woohoo i like, the people, the places duh (the architectures, the sightseeing the store displays), the shops, and cris will be there and bel, basically its LONDON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;cons&lt;/b&gt;: pp wont be very happy boohoo go cry one corner jokes ill be seeing them less:(, much much much more exp ill drool in front of the stores and not get to buy them, whole new country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;sydney's le cordon bleu patisserie chef:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;pros&lt;/b&gt;: australia, hence im used to the lifestyle, i can see my family more often, i know more people whos already there, can send rr over, cheaper/used to the exchange rate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;cons&lt;/b&gt;: australia again? (i know confusing, its sorta pro and con at the same time), dreams of taking bachelors degree in fashion business is crushed (cos no way im gonna have three degrees, not funny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically both has its pros and cons. i could still go to london to take up their short courses (LCF offers heaps of them so yay) but its just that i wont actually take a bachelors deegree there which is quite sad too. those two are the only schools i prolly wanna go into after crtn. and now im stuck. if u ask me what i wanna do (career wise), im not sure. i would love to open boutiques and stuff but opening a rest/cafe would be my passion too. i enjoy both of them equally. im stuck and i only have a year left to decide urghh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i was gonna list the gazillion titles of movies ive watch and comment them but i think this is pretty long already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anyway some pics i dont like posting without pics so plain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yummy macaroons which ill be able to make perfectly if i choose le cordon bleu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S184UhwxjiI/AAAAAAAABEU/Q-6HtjFaKV0/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S184UhwxjiI/AAAAAAAABEU/Q-6HtjFaKV0/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431121600943590946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S184UBXQZfI/AAAAAAAABEM/OwlP1IXho_A/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S184UBXQZfI/AAAAAAAABEM/OwlP1IXho_A/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431121592246625778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S184TjbkZTI/AAAAAAAABEE/ukE3vnppzFE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S184TjbkZTI/AAAAAAAABEE/ukE3vnppzFE/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431121584211649842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok done goodnight kiddies dont forget to pray and givethanks to God/Jesus/MotherMary/Allah&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;ps. things to do when i get back to perth: cny dinner with girlies:), plan/book birthday dinner (yuck im twenty already?) u guys can start brainstorming where u wanna eat, breakky with yul&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/686717691404533147-5838765789048359367?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5838765789048359367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=5838765789048359367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5838765789048359367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5838765789048359367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-u-rather-have-free-clothes-or.html' title='would u rather have free clothes OR have free lunches? (in the future)'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S184UhwxjiI/AAAAAAAABEU/Q-6HtjFaKV0/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4896349190173981947</id><published>2010-01-22T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:12:37.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pee emm ess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;im having a tummy cramp urggh why do i have to be born a girl? and tt reminds me of the coffee conversation i had today with a friend. WHY do we have to be born females? a gender who are born to wait and wait and wait for the other while they do whatever they want. i shall stop there cos that can go forever and i wish to sleep soon. okay anyway few things before i go, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wanna see if you have any opinions on this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today someone goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i: "mess you sell me the slk for 40k then after a semester you buy it again from me cos i want a convertible but my dad wont let me get it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(is that rude or what? or maybe im just pms-ing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: "err do you have the cash how r u gonna pay it?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the main reason i asked this question was because i need a quick comeback. my anger wasnt actually because like show off you have the money!, no it was mainly because the way he asked was rude)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i: "cold cash"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: "you guys are seriously one of a kind. so easy with money"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: "tts retarded why not you just ask whether you can rent it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay anyway, is it me? or was he just plain retarded? is it me? his reply for the renting question was that "he didnt want to seem rude, rent seems rude". isnt it even ruder to ask me the former question? its like "EH I BUY YOUR CAR, THEN AFTER I USE IT, YOU BUY IT FROM ME AGAIN". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after "capslocking on the bb conversation" he said sorry he didnt mean it that way. he said the reason why he would want me to buy it back was because "i wont feel nice cos youre already giving me cheap price. if after i use it ill sell it again at a more expensive price, thats not very nice" ERRRR IN THE FIRST PLACE WHO SAID IM GOING TO GIVE IT TO YOU FOR 40? but even so, dont you think the way he phrased the question was sorta rude? or is it normal and im just taking it the wrong way. seriously honest opinion. cos i absolutely dont know. its been a long time since i shout (or capslocked angrily in bbm in this case) at someone and i just felt weird after. i was so close to talking normally to him after, and even said sorry for shouting bla bla, but no i was like "believe in ur first instinct (understanding), stand up for what you thought at first". but then again, i felt super bad for shouting at him?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please, honest opinions, cos maybe its just my pms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay anyway, that was sorta my afternoon. luckily my night was entertained. other than late night coffee and gossip.. &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1n_9dvT26I/AAAAAAAABDs/wu8CtpXV_hg/s320/Photo+677.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429652257192008610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i came down with this cos i had to take medicine in the kitchen. my mom was carrying a bowl of ice cream for dad and she literally dropped everything (thank God it was plastic bowl)! but poor dad didnt get to have his ice cream, that was the last couple of scoops left. but anyway my moms reaction was really outta this worlddd! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1n_9vZ359I/AAAAAAAABD0/00o5wReoxUo/s1600-h/Picture+32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1n_9vZ359I/AAAAAAAABD0/00o5wReoxUo/s320/Picture+32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429652261933934546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so this is no 2. is this funny or what? this girl posted a pic of herself, an emo one and wrote that. and look at the comment? that is like SHUT DOWN, SUCK A LEMON roight there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay now im off to bed. goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and arent we glad that many haitians are found today:) i believe that most of it come from prayers. so lets pray more ta night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-4896349190173981947?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4896349190173981947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4896349190173981947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4896349190173981947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4896349190173981947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/01/pee-emm-ess.html' title='pee emm ess'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1n_9dvT26I/AAAAAAAABDs/wu8CtpXV_hg/s72-c/Photo+677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1091740914889767000</id><published>2010-01-20T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:51:14.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; craving for homemade iced fruit tea, super refreshing . but the kitchen is so far away plus im too lazy to get up. anyway i just finished law abiding citizen and oh my, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;really that goood! so intense so good! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, theres nothing much really. these past few days (since i last blogged), work and seminar, went for catch up coffee (lots of it, and lots lots more to come, i know, finally bandung aint that boring after all!), met michy schuang and his fam and finally jkt. left bandung at 1.30, and when i saw the clock again in the hotel room (already all nice and comfy on the bed) it was 3.45 ish. on the way back today, left at 6, reached home at 10! we got stuck in the JAKARTA traffic for about two hours. can u imagine, its almost the same duartion (or even shorter) to get from jkt to bandung, than going thru jakarta streets alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1dbfiqmtdI/AAAAAAAABDc/2iLTnu5ioIg/s1600-h/IMG00635-20100119-2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1dbfiqmtdI/AAAAAAAABDc/2iLTnu5ioIg/s320/IMG00635-20100119-2048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428908473257997778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michy in bandung:) dont mind our red faces, we had teppan and the last dish was the ice cream dessert flambe thingo and the fire was liek literally 40cm from our faces! (S, if you can remember, it was the same place we had teppan as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1dbgNsC_KI/AAAAAAAABDk/lpgigzD27Zo/s1600-h/IMG00636-20100120-1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1dbgNsC_KI/AAAAAAAABDk/lpgigzD27Zo/s320/IMG00636-20100120-1550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428908484806769826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frawesome ricotta berry hotcakes. I FINISHED THE WHOLE THING (except that white thingo on top it was literally butter with crushed peanuts) IT WAS THAT GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny thang, the security guard just called me (and btw its 3.29am). he is not our normal home security guard, hes replacing the normal one cos hes on leave or smth. so neway, he called to ask if i was alright. cos i was out in the balcony and i guess he heard the bbm sounds and because its his first time here, he was being precautions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway for those who are bored, i have three ideas you can try:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. download playfirst games such as diner dash wedding dash diaper dash, play it free for an hour then if you like it, purchase the license code. its super worth it, only 7us per game and when you buy 3 or smth you get one for free! im on my fifth game now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. get hold of law abiding citizen, a must watch movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. go see justjared go look at heideyymontageyy** plastic surgery. shes like a different person now. and when she laugh, you can totally tell its all botox! and btw, after all that she still wants more implants for her boobs. even spenceryy** thinks she should seek some therapist. i think now even he is saner than her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrows to do list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. do ppmm's PR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. risol2s menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. go play drivingrange (i kept telling my coach ill come everyday but so far its only been once a week. and i havent been gymming either woah fmf (not l for life but f for fats)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. find a venue for wedding anniv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. do something about my damn mac (battery doesnt work anymore so i have to have the plug on when i use it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. if 3 is accomplished, i shall have massage and body scrub. ONLY if 3 is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight dearies miss you dont forget to pray before u sleep bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-1091740914889767000?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1091740914889767000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=1091740914889767000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1091740914889767000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1091740914889767000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-moment-im-craving-for-homemade-iced.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1dbfiqmtdI/AAAAAAAABDc/2iLTnu5ioIg/s72-c/IMG00635-20100119-2048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2764032068029241859</id><published>2010-01-17T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:27:23.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this morning i woke up at about 9am, which means i only had 3 hours of sleeeeeep. woke up early cos mom and i had to go to a close family friends' silver wedding anniversary. it was so sweet and i would take a pic during the ceremony BUT thanks to blakkoberryo*'s creator/designer team, they decided to forget not include a "on/off sound" option while picture taking. perhaps i found the whole thing sweet because i havent been to a wedding anniv party for a looooong time, hence the whole time i was tearing up like mad. corny, but seriously,  i was so touched by the couple's power of love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway after the whole ceremony, ive decided that my parents should have celebrate their anniv too. their silver anniv was about 3 months ago, they acknowledge it but did not have like renewing vows or celebration. so i think a surprise silver anniversary wedding should be in the works:) plus its perfect timing when rian gets back from his summer school. its a tough preparation, but hopefully everything will work out well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im heading off to bed now but before tt i just wanted to share something i read;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you let the fear inside, if you pull it on like a familiar shirt, then you can say to yourself, "all right, its just fear, i dont have to let it control me. i see it for what it is". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like loneliness: you let go, let the tears flow, feel it completely- but eventually be able to say "all right that was my moment with loneliness. im not afraid of feeling lonely, but now im going to put that loneliness aside and know that there are other emotions in the world, and im going to experience them as well. detach. detach from your fear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay now goodnight kiddoes dont forget to pray before you sleep nightoes&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1NkAeDDaNI/AAAAAAAABDU/vPy9T1Glf2A/s1600-h/Photo+585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1NkAeDDaNI/AAAAAAAABDU/vPy9T1Glf2A/s320/Photo+585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427791935140227282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i especially look extremely weird. but other pics were wayyy weirder trust me. oh, and i miss rian already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-2764032068029241859?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2764032068029241859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2764032068029241859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2764032068029241859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2764032068029241859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-this-morning-i-woke-up-at-about-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1NkAeDDaNI/AAAAAAAABDU/vPy9T1Glf2A/s72-c/Photo+585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6939966586935910082</id><published>2010-01-16T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:40:00.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets preserve this moment</title><content type='html'>about a couple of hours ago, writing an online diary was the last thing that i want to do. even if i was paid i wouldnt do it. yes i despise it so much that what i did was took out the charging cable off just like that (and the battery was unattached), without actually "shutting the comp down". okay so firstly, the reason i was pissed was because of tumbleer*. cris the other day told me that i should go back to blogging, and i thought the idea was pretty good. i mean, its not like my life here is hectic (which is contradictory cos then i would have nothing much to write about my day but anyway) and also for the fact that its nice to read ur old posts once in a while. so anyway, tumbleer* was just not cooperating with me. i had an account for quite a while, but its just that ive not been keeping up with it. why? cos everytime i tweet it bloody shows on the main page. i want it on the sidebar, not the main content. and i tried to fix them, bloody reading html crap and i just couldnt encrypt them. so anyway, that was only ONE of the thing that pmo. others includes&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; stuff that happen because of my stupidity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; or maybe the fact that i think it all happens because of my "stupidity" when maybe to a normal person, it might not hit themselves as hard as i did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; i can feel my eheem monthly uninvited guest decided to come tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; i cant log in into froasis* and i need to jot down my timetable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; i kept redoing my right nails over and over again cos they were just super damn frugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; i couldnt find "tuesdays with morrie", cos i thot reading it would calm me down, think about the good things in life, appreciate them instead of sulking about the unnecessaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; i wanted to talk to someone but no one was there. i even tried to call steph but couldnt get thru. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;quote&gt; and i just wanna say a big thank you to all the people who actually receive misscalls from me. thank God u didnt pick it up. its about time i get independent, its about time i deal with MY problems instead of ranting them over to you guys, boring you, hurting your ears. &lt;b&gt;THANK YOU. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway when all of that happen, i was thinking to myself, i need an emergency/quick fix therapy. in my head i was thinking;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ICE CHOCOLATE WITH MILO POWDER OVERFILLING THE BRIM"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MACADAMIA HAAGEN DAAZ ICE CREAM"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"KOREAN CUP NOODLES"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MANY MANY CHOCOLATES THAT ARE STILL NEATLY STACKED FROM XMAS"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"CHILLI CHA CHA PRETZ" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again i thought, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;quote&gt;none of them guarantees itself brightening my mood after i eat them, maybe during the process, but afterwards ill regret. and also, if i do eat one of the options, and still not satisfied ill go to the second. and i know if i did, the next morning ill just shout when i see myself in the mirror and theres a big chance that i will stay at home (its weird, i know)"&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway instead, i got up the bed and decided to try on outfits. i nvr actually made this publicly (lol, that sounds weird), except when ppl caught me in the act and i just answered "umm, im just trying on my new clothes", but i actually really do. i find that its my quick fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously right, after an hour or two of trying on different outfits (and i even tried them with heels yai), i am feeling sooo much better. i dont even care about any of the crossed list above. no way ho say stuff like that can piss me off. i didnt need haagen daaz, i didnt need tuesdays with morrie. what i needed was a time for myself, blocking everything out in this world except yourself. that may sound abit "up and selfish" but seriously, once in a while you just gotta do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway then after many outfits, i thought to myself i am extremely lucky to be in the position i am. this afternoon on the way to the office alone, an old women begging for money was extremely happy when i opened my window, gave her a smile and a "have a good day" and apologized that i didnt have change on me. i was the second car from the traffic and she literally stayed there, talking to me until the red was back on green. i cant remember what she said exactly but she at least mentioned "God bless you always, and may he guide you safely to your destination" three or four times. and i know that shes not always like this because gazillion of times where i passed this same exact road, but sitting at the back, either talking to my parents or listening to the ipod, shutting the baskers off by waving my hand (the "no no" gestures") when they pass my window. i felt extremely blessed when all that happened i tell you. this is funny and weird but i actually thought to myself "if only i can convince my parents to ask her to be one of the workers at home so at least she has a proper place to live and stable income". but i didnt of course. imagine if i did tho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway im just really blessed. i am extremely grateful for my family and friends. i am blessed, i am really extremely superly duperly fantastically blessed. my feeling of gratefullness and blessed-ness is beyond words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im going to end it with this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(and please  just ignore the masker on my nose thanks. or my right fingernails thanks. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1I85yYFbTI/AAAAAAAABDM/TDK_S1zguII/s1600-h/Photo+651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1I85yYFbTI/AAAAAAAABDM/TDK_S1zguII/s320/Photo+651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427467464407870770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the better, the merrier year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first post of the year, happy new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay im gonna sleep happily now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kids and dont forget to pray and thank God before you sleep!&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;*stuff are written with wrong spelling on purpose just in case they find and sue me, like how recently an indowoman had to pay 500million rp of a stupid complain she mentioned online. &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/686717691404533147-6939966586935910082?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6939966586935910082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6939966586935910082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6939966586935910082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6939966586935910082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-preserve-this-moment.html' title='lets preserve this moment'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/S1I85yYFbTI/AAAAAAAABDM/TDK_S1zguII/s72-c/Photo+651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6259408645794173629</id><published>2009-09-28T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:09:24.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SsEyfKDaphI/AAAAAAAABC8/h4-fyVwCMpw/s1600-h/tumblr_kpc33dm7M61qzx8ubo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SsEyfKDaphI/AAAAAAAABC8/h4-fyVwCMpw/s400/tumblr_kpc33dm7M61qzx8ubo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386642140167841298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the big question is then: are you satisfied with what youve always got?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sigh its 6 and im not asleep yet. agenda for tmrw, screwed! i gotta wake up at 9, send my grandma to the doctor (and ill tell her that ill stay in the car cos seriously i wont be able to makkit by 11), then 11 roadtrip to swanvalley for humongous strawberries with grandma+friends. grandma+friends = gotta drive super carefully/slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;plus i gotta get ready with hillsongs/old slow indo songs to burn for the trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tmrws trip: lots and lots and lots of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6259408645794173629?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6259408645794173629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6259408645794173629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6259408645794173629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6259408645794173629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-true.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SsEyfKDaphI/AAAAAAAABC8/h4-fyVwCMpw/s72-c/tumblr_kpc33dm7M61qzx8ubo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7001896791745788551</id><published>2009-09-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:49:39.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 0109 and guess what i'm doing?? ilecture yay! two more and ill sleep!&lt;br /&gt;early wake up tomorrow; appointment at 1030 and class at 1200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may sound weird, but as i am learning more and more of the different marketing units, i am liking them even more!&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, with marketing, the things youre learning are the things that you are constantly faced in everyday life. its just that of course, its more in depth. thoughts such as "ohh that's why that store does this and this" often pops up whenever im reading the chapters in the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooo, im gonna get back to those ilectss. i blog cos i have some stuff to show you guys and here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. what happen to fashion nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAACj7HIXI/AAAAAAAABCs/UemHpvLkyBI/s1600-h/Picture+71.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAACj7HIXI/AAAAAAAABCs/UemHpvLkyBI/s400/Picture+71.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377297999083282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAADKm59bI/AAAAAAAABC0/cfVAgmwOhhw/s1600-h/Picture+72.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAADKm59bI/AAAAAAAABC0/cfVAgmwOhhw/s400/Picture+72.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377298009467516338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its not the typical question of "how do you walk in those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its more likely, "how do you even get in those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;designers are getting out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. i was jj-ing as usual and wow look at him. is he cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAABgGCGfI/AAAAAAAABCc/0PYYDwzdaig/s1600-h/Picture+79.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAABgGCGfI/AAAAAAAABCc/0PYYDwzdaig/s400/Picture+79.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377297980875479538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i swear the pine family have good genes running in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. look at this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAACFZDABI/AAAAAAAABCk/AUL0hqaBI5A/s1600-h/Picture+78.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAACFZDABI/AAAAAAAABCk/AUL0hqaBI5A/s400/Picture+78.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377297990887342098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does he look familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes. he is kevin federline.&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;4. yoolen thinks that ciara'sbubsaresimilarwitbeyonce's (sorry for the weird writing, im just scared that if someone googled it it'll navigate to my page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i sent her this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAAA5NFQWI/AAAAAAAABCU/oKDh3Oy_bp4/s1600-h/Picture+50.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAAA5NFQWI/AAAAAAAABCU/oKDh3Oy_bp4/s400/Picture+50.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377297970436063586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it is proven. it clearly isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. this is unnecessary but u see. if you havent noticed, im not into the no 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click below.&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;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v-KDpSkeF4"&gt;yes. click here&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;if you like to watch the gosselins, here's one you'll enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you dont like watching the gosselins, this episode will make you go "awww" and youll start watching all the episodes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to ilect tata!&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7001896791745788551?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7001896791745788551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7001896791745788551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7001896791745788551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7001896791745788551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-0109-and-guess-what-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SqAACj7HIXI/AAAAAAAABCs/UemHpvLkyBI/s72-c/Picture+71.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-537266634437072432</id><published>2009-08-30T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:26:01.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2009/08/gosselin-party/jon-gosselin-pool-party-wet-republic-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 434px; height: 611px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2009/08/gosselin-party/jon-gosselin-pool-party-wet-republic-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2009/08/gosselin-party/jon-gosselin-pool-party-wet-republic-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 434px; height: 611px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2009/08/gosselin-party/jon-gosselin-pool-party-wet-republic-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatthefreak are you thinking, jon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-537266634437072432?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/537266634437072432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=537266634437072432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/537266634437072432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/537266634437072432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatthefreak-are-you-thinking-jon.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7952533461144988816</id><published>2009-08-28T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:12:21.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what an idiot. i just saw a paparazzi video on youtube of kate stepping out of the car, to attend to larrykinglive. if you havent watch the interview, i have it here below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, this was the video that i just watch. concentrate on 0:54 to 0:59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;quote&gt;"passholerazzi: what's up mr.bodyguard! step dad of eight!"&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, what a douche bag. he's only the bodyguard! kate is good friends with his wife, how dare you make up such things? they're in such an unpleasant state right now, must the paparazzi add on to that? craphole urgh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, im off to watch more of the show, yai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ill leave u with a pic of kate and my fav gosselin, alexis:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/kate-gosselin-dental.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/kate-gosselin-dental.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goodnight kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7952533461144988816?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7952533461144988816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7952533461144988816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7952533461144988816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7952533461144988816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2277858418408730768</id><published>2009-08-27T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:49:30.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent hollywood trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i literally went to hollywood. as in the hospital haha (okay not funny. my humorous level is getting weaker, or shall we say "lamer" day by day). anyway, so this morning i companied grandma to the hollywood hosp, and its like the second time i went this week? and tomorrow will be my third! thank God its the last appointment of hers for this week, cos f**r is a bad no. call me superstitious, but seriously, it is a bad no. yesterday when i went to bw with S, the rounds of blackjack which has a card with the digit f**r is mostly lost! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway back to the hospital visit. it was one of the most awww-ing mornings ive had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning, i was not only woken up by the alarm, the laughter coming from downstairs kitchen were so loud that i swear if i had that every morning, i wont fail to attend all my morning lects. so then i quickly got changed blah blah and went downstairs to find grandma. it was around 8.30 am and she already had a company! wow! it was her friend, whom she met at church who is also our neighbour! she came by in the morning cos she wanted to ask if grandma needs to get anything from the orientalsupermarket cos she's on her way there. when she found out that we had the doctors appointment, she goes "ill company you guys there THEN we shall go to the spermarket together". awww how sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway in the hospital, there's this group of grannies holding each others hands, happily chatting away, giggling, looking so fresh and lively in the morning. one of them was holding this bunch of pink and white balloons, with "100" written all over it. i was totally awwwwww-ing the whole time thinking in my head "i would be so thankful to God if i get to live for 100 yrs, especially with great companions around me". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that was my morning. after that, for the whole day, s and i just went driving from one end of perth to the other looking for cars. sheesh, never knew car hunting is THAT TIRING. seriously, we went to burswood vic park scarbourough cannington great eastern powis st -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh, i just realized that its already 3.43am and ive gotta wake up at nine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddddoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s i just uploaded picasa on mac and oh man its so kewl and so i decided to make more collages yay. pictures are old tho, cos we havent taken any pics recentlyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpX_3RnQCDI/AAAAAAAABBM/0tqxxC7HOvs/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpX_3RnQCDI/AAAAAAAABBM/0tqxxC7HOvs/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374483055422474290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;dont you miss tcc's salmon curry and their yummy drinkkkssssssss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yah and p.s. I DID RETURN MY DVD TODAY!! yaiiiiiii, and got 6 more woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tataaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-2277858418408730768?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2277858418408730768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2277858418408730768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2277858418408730768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2277858418408730768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/08/recent-hollywood-trip_27.html' title='recent hollywood trip'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpX_3RnQCDI/AAAAAAAABBM/0tqxxC7HOvs/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-790005919336413494</id><published>2009-08-26T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:49:58.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpYAwyyjvMI/AAAAAAAABBc/rWjM8fXO31A/s1600-h/billy-edie2-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpYAwyyjvMI/AAAAAAAABBc/rWjM8fXO31A/s400/billy-edie2-1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374484043580816578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;factory girl, movie based on edie sedgewick (spelling unsure); a life which revolves around a newyork wealthy society, underground movie, fashion, drugs+sex+alcohol and andy warhol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love autobiographies, interesting to watch how "living life to the fullest" means different things to different people. anyway, today's thursday and the dvds are due. if i return it tonight, itll be the first time that i return without paying any late fees! i shall update tonight haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-790005919336413494?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/790005919336413494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=790005919336413494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/790005919336413494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/790005919336413494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/08/factory-girl-movie-based-on-edie.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpYAwyyjvMI/AAAAAAAABBc/rWjM8fXO31A/s72-c/billy-edie2-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-397855080377542282</id><published>2009-08-26T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:47:51.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent hollywood trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i literally went to hollywood. as in the hospital haha (okay not funny. my humorous level is getting weaker, or shall we say "lamer" day by day). anyway, so this morning i companied grandma to the hollywood hosp, and its like the second time i went this week? and tomorrow will be my third! thank God its the last appointment of hers for this week, cos f**r is a bad no. call me superstitious, but seriously, it is a bad no. yesterday when i went to bw with S, the rounds of blackjack which has a card with the digit f**r is mostly lost! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway back to the hospital visit. it was one of the most awww-ing mornings ive had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning, i was not only woken up by the alarm, the laughter coming from downstairs kitchen were so loud that i swear if i had that every morning, i wont fail to attend all my morning lects. so then i quickly got changed blah blah and went downstairs to find grandma. it was around 8.30 am and she already had a company! wow! it was her friend, whom she met at church who is also our neighbour! she came by in the morning cos she wanted to ask if grandma needs to get anything from the orientalsupermarket cos she's on her way there. when she found out that we had the doctors appointment, she goes "ill company you guys there THEN we shall go to the spermarket together". awww how sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway in the hospital, there's this group of grannies holding each others hands, happily chatting away, giggling, looking so fresh and lively in the morning. one of them was holding this bunch of pink and white balloons, with "100" written all over it. i was totally awwwwww-ing the whole time thinking in my head "i would be so thankful to God if i get to live for 100 yrs, especially with great companions around me". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that was my morning. after that, for the whole day, s and i just went driving from one end of perth to the other looking for cars. sheesh, never knew car hunting is THAT TIRING. seriously, we went to burswood vic park scarbourough cannington great eastern powis st -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh, i just realized that its already 3.43am and ive gotta wake up at nine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddddoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s i just uploaded picasa on mac and oh man its so kewl and so i decided to make more collages yay. pictures are old tho, cos we havent taken any pics recentlyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpX_3RnQCDI/AAAAAAAABBM/0tqxxC7HOvs/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpX_3RnQCDI/AAAAAAAABBM/0tqxxC7HOvs/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374483055422474290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont you miss tcc's salmon curry and their yummy drinkkkssssssss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yah and p.s. I DID RETURN MY DVD TODAY!! yaiiiiiii, and got 6 more woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tataaa!&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/686717691404533147-397855080377542282?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/397855080377542282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=397855080377542282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/397855080377542282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/397855080377542282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/08/recent-hollywood-trip.html' title='recent hollywood trip'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpX_3RnQCDI/AAAAAAAABBM/0tqxxC7HOvs/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1648114019617432756</id><published>2009-08-26T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:20:54.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpTv105R7SI/AAAAAAAABA8/m70sCS8BuRI/s1600-h/metrrrros.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpTv105R7SI/AAAAAAAABA8/m70sCS8BuRI/s400/metrrrros.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374183963370843426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nevermind the bad music when there's a good company xx&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/686717691404533147-1648114019617432756?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1648114019617432756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=1648114019617432756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1648114019617432756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1648114019617432756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/08/nevermind-bad-music-when-theres-good.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SpTv105R7SI/AAAAAAAABA8/m70sCS8BuRI/s72-c/metrrrros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-771102980833019037</id><published>2009-02-22T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:06:09.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was just dreaming out loud</title><content type='html'>my flight was estimated to arrive at 1700, but we reached at 1900 instead. reason being? &lt;div&gt;"sorry for your inconvenience but we have to take a transit at bali for re-fueling"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was fissed. seriously, fissed. the flight was supposed to go STRAIGHT to Perth. airline people was supposed to MAKE SURE THAT THEY HAVE ENOUGH FUEL to get to our destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urggh, enough of that. ive actually been so &lt;i&gt;neng&lt;/i&gt; the whole day. it always happens when im back from holiday. i just miss indo very very much. i just think that i havent had enough of indo. everything about indo, especially parents. yesterday (sunday) was my dad's bday. i made him &lt;i&gt;cup&lt;/i&gt;bdaycakes, which was suppose to be a surprise. except you can't really surprises in my house. basically everyone is aware of what each other is doing every moment. but neway, he didnt see the cake itself till it was his bday, i told my maid to stand in front of the kitchen door to stop him from coming in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGct3nzQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_c/W_CYbrCnxes/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGct3nzQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_c/W_CYbrCnxes/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694147858088834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcu57g_eI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dVMGKqugFyQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcu57g_eI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dVMGKqugFyQ/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694165657517538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcv1S6Y0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/d7-_sDPGNrk/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcv1S6Y0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/d7-_sDPGNrk/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694181593342786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neway the cakes took me two days to prepare. first day was baking the cupcakes, and cookies, and second day was devoted to decorating them. it's a bit childish i know, but i cant think of any other decorations which was simple? haha. and i wanted to make something colourful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the 5 cupcakes at the bottom were unnecessary and out of the whole theme i know. but i saw this little golfers at the cake shop (which i have been going almost every single day, i even made friends with the owner and she told me to join the church choir if i go back to indo to study, yes we even talked about religion, shes a catholic too), and i knew i had to get them, to give a "special touch" haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my plan for tomorrow is, wake up early, practice some golf. then home to shower, then y's for guitar heroes (oh ive been missing it so much, its been a week!) then school (first lecture of the semester woohoo, i dont even know why im so excited for), then garbo with y then dinner with the others then slumdog millionaire woohoo! what a day! a part of me reckons that ill skip the first one on the agenda (due to waking up late, considering that its 3.50 and im still hell fresh! it's the time difference, i swear.) but let's just not hope cos ive not played since friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, these are some pics i saved the other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm always putting pics of women's fashion, so i thought i'd give it a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdJMofjdI/AAAAAAAABAM/BigtrQVKkH0/s1600-h/2159LeanWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdJMofjdI/AAAAAAAABAM/BigtrQVKkH0/s400/2159LeanWeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694617354603986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so anyway, it's not really only shirts, pants done, is it? it's just so soothing to the eyes when you see a guy who can really dress, mix and match their clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdIxHosmI/AAAAAAAABAE/NXOjNogFPJs/s1600-h/1239ROgreyweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdIxHosmI/AAAAAAAABAE/NXOjNogFPJs/s400/1239ROgreyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694609969033826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awww isnt he a preppy cutiepie? i wonder what his shirt is made up of though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdJey5oUI/AAAAAAAABAU/Iye8JkY4WKY/s1600-h/2169ZhatWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdJey5oUI/AAAAAAAABAU/Iye8JkY4WKY/s400/2169ZhatWeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694622230094146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and finally, this little one. awww! he reminds me of katehudson's son, tyler if im not wrong. seriously, how adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i was browsing at fashion week websites, and this was at herve leger's show. poor girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcwt1-nhI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0ykw7BhiTdU/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcwt1-nhI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0ykw7BhiTdU/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694196772806162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this was dior couture's. for their previous years', im actually never into it. i thought they were abit too much, too outta this world and just weird? but this year's was yummy. don't they just remind you of fairy tales dresses? so pretty and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcwcJvJ9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ba-Iqumzoyo/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGcwcJvJ9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ba-Iqumzoyo/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694192023840722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and just last pic of the day before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdJhVGcPI/AAAAAAAABAc/mJLFqj8Qwb0/s1600-h/miranda-kerr-sydney-hotel-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGdJhVGcPI/AAAAAAAABAc/mJLFqj8Qwb0/s400/miranda-kerr-sydney-hotel-06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694622910410994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddoes!&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed, im gonna wake up early for golf!&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/686717691404533147-771102980833019037?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/771102980833019037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=771102980833019037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/771102980833019037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/771102980833019037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-just-dreaming-out-loud.html' title='i was just dreaming out loud'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SaGct3nzQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_c/W_CYbrCnxes/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-932250100188650188</id><published>2009-02-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:34:34.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that yummy red bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just yesterday i posted a pic of rachel bilson's red tote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZ2JHJqElqI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ASKagatiVKA/s1600-h/rachel-bilson-february-fashion-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZ2JHJqElqI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ASKagatiVKA/s400/rachel-bilson-february-fashion-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304546692056782498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i went on jjr, and guess who else is wearing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZ2JHe17jaI/AAAAAAAAA_U/p7qF4zfDNZk/s1600-h/joe-jonas-camilla-belle-sunday-stroll-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZ2JHe17jaI/AAAAAAAAA_U/p7qF4zfDNZk/s400/joe-jonas-camilla-belle-sunday-stroll-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304546697743666594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;camilla belle! haha&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;oo apparently there's a movie called "newyork i love you", it has rachel bilson, shia lebeouff (yuuu-mmmeh!), blake lively and many more! (it even has maggieq!)&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;goodnight! imma sleep now i gotta wake up at 5.15!&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/686717691404533147-932250100188650188?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/932250100188650188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=932250100188650188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/932250100188650188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/932250100188650188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-yummy-red-bag.html' title='that yummy red bag'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZ2JHJqElqI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ASKagatiVKA/s72-c/rachel-bilson-february-fashion-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4564466924101964161</id><published>2009-02-17T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:12:06.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3btgypI/AAAAAAAAA_E/GQG7kRzYbnU/s1600-h/Photo+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3btgypI/AAAAAAAAA_E/GQG7kRzYbnU/s400/Photo+51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134105164728978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;im at the office atm and have the sudden urge to blog. its 1429 at the moment and i really really wanna golf except dad was like "go to the office today, work with me". so now im stuck in the office, planning to go to one of the shops just to control and stuff and hopefully i can escape to golf after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so neway this is my third day in indo, havent been doing much cept for golf haha. yesterday i went to the course yippeee! im planning to go again tomorrow, cos i was thinking to go three times this week. so tuesday, thursday then saturday with dad. mom reckons im crazy for having an obsession with golf haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uh-oh, i went to the baking appliances shop yesterday, and man i just wanna buy the whole shop! im planning to make cupcakes for my dad's bday, but just cant get recipes. i mean i got some, and theyre roughly different except for one or two ingredients. does anyone know any simple yet perfect one? anyway, dad's turning 49 this sunday, so thats 49 cupcakes to make yeeeeehaaa:) im actually really really excited to start making it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oooo, funny thing. yest while having dnnr, bro said that his friend met this chick in ******nightclub in indo. she was one of those, you know, prostt i guess. she was from china, and he really wanna marry her. so what they did was go to china for three months to "study" and then come back to indo and tell his parents that they met while studying in China -_- haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;im currently jealous cos everyone's having brunch/lunch/dinna at brisbane hotel. i miss you guys sooo much! ermmm also, i was justjared-ing and i really really really wish winter would come sooooooooooner! i love the outfitsss, layers and layerssss are soo yummy! plus, its fashion week so yay all the hollywood-ers are out and aboutt wearing yummy clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3YWQr8I/AAAAAAAAA-8/EyQRiP95aG0/s1600-h/rachel-bilson-february-fashion-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3YWQr8I/AAAAAAAAA-8/EyQRiP95aG0/s400/rachel-bilson-february-fashion-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134104261898178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dont you just love this red beg? rachel bilson is wearing it btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3O_HuiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/an4FfoXNHBI/s1600-h/kate-bosworth-diesel-fashion-week-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3O_HuiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/an4FfoXNHBI/s400/kate-bosworth-diesel-fashion-week-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134101748922914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kate bosworth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my next hunt : sky blue pumpsss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3LaSpyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RapmoHpGJI0/s1600-h/jessica-biel-william-rast-fall-2009-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3LaSpyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RapmoHpGJI0/s400/jessica-biel-william-rast-fall-2009-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134100789143330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not into jessica biel at first. but the more i look at her, the more attractive she gets. usually in a lazysunday jeans, with a simple comfythick top and she still looks gorgeous! but neway, i saw this pic and i just thought she looked superb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3Hfd7SI/AAAAAAAAA-k/IuTbE4UNZVE/s1600-h/isla-fisher-radio-one-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3Hfd7SI/AAAAAAAAA-k/IuTbE4UNZVE/s400/isla-fisher-radio-one-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134099737111842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another similar case to jess'. never like isla fisher that much. usually, the only reason i talk about her is cos she went to mlc before haha. but in this case, dont u just love her outfit (cept for the shoes, not really my type). but what a perfect layering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8G5WhmeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/pmkTjcBfPmg/s1600-h/drew-barrymore-il-sole-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8G5WhmeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/pmkTjcBfPmg/s400/drew-barrymore-il-sole-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304039812819425762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha omg this is case no.3! not into dbm, but she looks gorgeous. its obvious to see that she has lost heaps of weight hey? she looks like nicoleritchie in this pic dont u reckon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8GmIvz4I/AAAAAAAAA-U/Qnm0xbPCdec/s1600-h/channel+mesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8GmIvz4I/AAAAAAAAA-U/Qnm0xbPCdec/s400/channel+mesa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304039807661363074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahha seriously its such a coincidence! case no.4, katherineheighel (or however u spell her name). she looks skinny in this pic (not that she isnt. but this pic she looks skinnier than usual). the top that shes wearing, not heaps of people can pull it off, but it looks good on her! plus, her chanel bag! b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so neway, lately ive been into camille belle. one of my favourite young hollywood stars! have always liked her since day one! i remember she was in princessverawangperfume ad. and she is totally beautiful. dont you think she's one of those people who just have the perfect, beautiful face? even without good clothes/make up shes just beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8Gg15qxI/AAAAAAAAA-M/pfsGmcmGLMI/s1600-h/camilla-belle-gq-magazine-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8Gg15qxI/AAAAAAAAA-M/pfsGmcmGLMI/s400/camilla-belle-gq-magazine-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304039806240140050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8GmXDtCI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Pl4G3S2T4fM/s1600-h/camilla-belle-gq-magazine-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8GmXDtCI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Pl4G3S2T4fM/s400/camilla-belle-gq-magazine-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304039807721387042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and haha last but not least, LC! is her bag from her line by any chance? or is there an actual line called "LKC". i wonder if her middle name starts with K? neway, dont u think she looks good in this pic? her body is to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8GfBqhoI/AAAAAAAAA98/l7bxwuJmsag/s1600-h/audrina-patridge-lauren-conrad-sunset-beach-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZu8GfBqhoI/AAAAAAAAA98/l7bxwuJmsag/s400/audrina-patridge-lauren-conrad-sunset-beach-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304039805752608386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. pynnie, i hope u get well soon honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;immmmma go golf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw C, i bought putter today! cheap ass one but its all good cos there's no diff for putter they said. purposely got it so we can have more bettings when im back and i dont have to keep borrowing yours yeeha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you all miss you all goodnight you all&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/686717691404533147-4564466924101964161?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4564466924101964161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4564466924101964161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4564466924101964161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4564466924101964161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/02/walkin-that-walk-talk-that-slick-talk.html' title='walkin&apos; that walk, talk that slick talk'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SZwR3btgypI/AAAAAAAAA_E/GQG7kRzYbnU/s72-c/Photo+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4581517060589638868</id><published>2009-02-01T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:31:42.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight am class tomorrow yeeha</title><content type='html'>Eeven though im still traumatized by blogging (i wrote a long post the other day and it got deleted just like that), i feel like sharing this article i got from a magazine. and since ive been reading at peoples blogs, stealing pics from them ill add some pics in!&lt;div&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;u&gt;10 things we'd do if we were men for a day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. eat five pieces of bacon instead of six. lose a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BaxdP2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/oqJ9X5-X4OY/s1600-h/IMG_5818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BaxdP2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/oqJ9X5-X4OY/s400/IMG_5818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297909941386690402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at the plate! it has little bubble speeches like "if you dont eat your greens you wont get your pudding" how adorable! something that id own in the future, when i have kids haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. secretly watch oprah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yknow i was just thinking the other day about Oprah. she have made such huge differences to the world, and she is so popular that i believe that at least 95% of people who watches tele have seen her show or at least heard about her, that one day a word will be created after her. like a word meaning generous or kind perhaps? it's like "she's so Oprah". then i thought to myself, Obama will be a word too! i actually think he should trademarked "yes we can." like how paris trademarked "that's hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BGlCjKI/AAAAAAAAA9U/gFc7kcRuTRI/s1600-h/0b110de982e9f967fe2663157068f4ab9a83c5bf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BGlCjKI/AAAAAAAAA9U/gFc7kcRuTRI/s400/0b110de982e9f967fe2663157068f4ab9a83c5bf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297909935965899938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX3UZISXuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/R8-EPeePPdo/s1600-h/a4f1a9b48b612c923f887087a3bb0ecd2b5ed772_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX3UZISXuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/R8-EPeePPdo/s400/a4f1a9b48b612c923f887087a3bb0ecd2b5ed772_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297912466386345698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. secretly tear up while secretly watching Oprah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. lift 100 pounds over our head. just because we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. shirt. pants. shoes. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX3UWNrKcI/AAAAAAAAA90/yaiToHdvKNQ/s1600-h/9135b3b86c02b9fc2806780e81a595ed9f5752cf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX3UWNrKcI/AAAAAAAAA90/yaiToHdvKNQ/s400/9135b3b86c02b9fc2806780e81a595ed9f5752cf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297912465603635650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. take to our bed for the entire day expecting 24/7 nursing care for the worst cold in the history of the world, and then spring up for work bright and early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BUQKc6I/AAAAAAAAA9c/CHzlTNB2y0Y/s1600-h/392f8c9487755030d9c961a9004f8fe1129b215b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BUQKc6I/AAAAAAAAA9c/CHzlTNB2y0Y/s400/392f8c9487755030d9c961a9004f8fe1129b215b_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297909939636433826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BDdXsbI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ZJG6JukRqaU/s1600-h/ea60cde03a67b8b267486334f28a198c092fa66d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BDdXsbI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ZJG6JukRqaU/s400/ea60cde03a67b8b267486334f28a198c092fa66d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297909935128424882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. braid our leg hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. earn a couple of extra grand just for having the right kind of genitals. i dont get this one. is it cos there are heaps of men who can reproduce nowadays or?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BDBPO4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/AY-TOwxRUm0/s1600-h/f475a275b0606788937d8237da6ad1f6393ee9dd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BDBPO4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/AY-TOwxRUm0/s400/f475a275b0606788937d8237da6ad1f6393ee9dd_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297909935010429826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. have an orgasm in the amount of time it takes a woman to find the vibrator in her underwear drawer. haha this one is hillarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. pee in the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8am class in the morning yeeha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im actually quite excited, i did my work plus i can use this coffee flask thing that maks got for me from t2 (i wouldnt get it for myself, wouldnt spend on such thing. teehee) the other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodnight kiddeeez!&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/686717691404533147-4581517060589638868?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4581517060589638868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4581517060589638868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4581517060589638868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4581517060589638868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/02/eight-am-class-tomorrow-yeeha.html' title='eight am class tomorrow yeeha'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SYX1BaxdP2I/AAAAAAAAA9k/oqJ9X5-X4OY/s72-c/IMG_5818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7762950945049429989</id><published>2009-01-11T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:53:46.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAHAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWrMtkH0sHI/AAAAAAAAA30/lBjcVcG6eNg/s1600-h/aa2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWrMtkH0sHI/AAAAAAAAA30/lBjcVcG6eNg/s200/aa2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290265795462738034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i hate it when i simply just can get to sleep. i slept at abt 0400 last night and had class at 0800. was planning to sleep straight after class (which ended at around 1130) till perhaps 2.30 ish? just in time to get ready and have lunch w pynnie before 1600 class. BUT NO. came home, got changed, turned on the aircon, rest my bed on the special pillow and my eyes were still wide open for the next 30 mins. so i decided to read a novel just to tire my eyes out, i ended up wasting another 30 mins of my afternoon by reading. but anyway, good news is i actually fell asleep. bad news, for 15 minutes maximum. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my posts are getting more boring nowadays. who the hell wanna read about my sleeping dilemma seriously?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA i just got a phone call:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D : Hello, Can i speak to L W (maks) please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M: She's actually not around around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D : Will I be able to leave a message?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M: &lt;b&gt;YAHAA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually replied YAHAA. as in the "YAHAA" that I usually say. YES, the overreacting "YAHAA". the one with the exact tone "YA-HAA" that i usually say to friends. the over-enthusiastic "YAHAA". now i cant stop laughing at how dumb it must have sounded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was gonna do post pics of the golden globe awards and do the whole best/worst dressed thing but grandma just came home and ive got 4 phone messages for her. during 2 hours, 4 people called the house to look for her -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7762950945049429989?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7762950945049429989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7762950945049429989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7762950945049429989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7762950945049429989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-it-when-i-simply-just-can-get-to.html' title='YAHAA'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWrMtkH0sHI/AAAAAAAAA30/lBjcVcG6eNg/s72-c/aa2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7726281259682456542</id><published>2009-01-08T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:28:28.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what mattered the most was knowing that the love was mine to give, without strings or expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWY_vvQrdwI/AAAAAAAAA28/sz6WbLaoaBs/s1600-h/Photo+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWY_vvQrdwI/AAAAAAAAA28/sz6WbLaoaBs/s400/Photo+269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288984901766051586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse the title, it's corny i know. i got it from a book that i just finished reading, "dear john". i got it before the holidays, and i kinda forgot about it till i was packing for my flight back to Perth. it was just standing there on the untouched bookshelf until i decided to bring it to keep me company on the plane. i shoved it inside my handbag which was on the bedside table the night before the flight. Not being able to sleep (it usually happens when i have to fly the next day), i took the book out to read, to tire my eyes out and hopefully sleep as soon as possible. instead i finished about 3/5 of the book, and slept only for an hour before i had to get ready to leave for the airport. yes, it was that good, trust me on this, im a person who used to loathe reading. the book is written by nicholas sparks, the writer of "the Notebook" and "a walk to remember". i just wonder how writers (especially men) can express their thoughts into such beautiful phrases, sentences, paragraphs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the book on the left is one i shall read next. its gonna be those typical Lauren Weisberger's novel i can predict, but this one is set in London. so itd be pretty interesting to read familiar street names i guess? as to compare to the states, a place that ive never been to. im such a saddie, its like everyone has been to america except me. ive never even seen snow in my life? and everytime i asked my parents about america my dad especially, he goes "aiyah u go with your friends. i cannot stand long flights. what about somewhere closer instead? like singapore? or macau? or bangkok?" -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive decided 2009 shall be the year i visit steph. ive promised her for like 3 years now i think? teehee. she even came Perth to visit me before, cmon Perth! a place that is like urm dead. i dont know what she did in her past life to deserve a friend like me (as C phrases it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn i just realized its 3, and i wanna be awake by 12 C &amp;amp; I are going to the driving range yeeeha! anyway talking bout golfff, dad and i went on the actualy course when i was in indo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWZDd-Av5KI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Pbqh58C9qPE/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWZDd-Av5KI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Pbqh58C9qPE/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288988994534630562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWZDefCPFwI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_-LeyL-yQcA/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288989003399239426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously what a view! breathtaking aint it? thats the whole of bandung right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWZDc6S7f4I/AAAAAAAAA3E/-r_9iGYs_qc/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWZDc6S7f4I/AAAAAAAAA3E/-r_9iGYs_qc/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288988976357277570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know that theyre coming prolly at the end of the month, latest next month. and eventhough it has not even been a week since i last saw them, i miss them dearly:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gdnight kiddoes!&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/686717691404533147-7726281259682456542?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7726281259682456542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7726281259682456542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7726281259682456542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7726281259682456542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-mattered-most-was-knowing-that.html' title='what mattered the most was knowing that the love was mine to give, without strings or expectations'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SWY_vvQrdwI/AAAAAAAAA28/sz6WbLaoaBs/s72-c/Photo+269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1778459376544295212</id><published>2009-01-04T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:43:00.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P-PP-PPPPP-Perth!</title><content type='html'>back in Perth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did M attend her 0800-1200 lect/tute? hell yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually woke up for it (thanks t maks + superloud alarm) and was only 5 mins late. there were around 5 peeps who came in later than me! (yeah i want a medal for that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class was okay. its so funny cos we had group discussions about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what's immoral but not illegal" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people answers were like : abortion, prostitution etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the second was "what's considered moral but illegal?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, their answers were : taking drugs and weed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u can pretty much have a rough idea of the kinda crowd in the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still havent fin unpacking, of course. in fact im only 30% done. was thinking to finish it today, but what would i do tomorrow and wed then? only two days of class per week, i desperately need a job. BTW, none of the 3 jobs tt I applied have come back to me yet. my cv wasnt that bad? maybe it's because of the economic crisis, or they just dont have any job offers atm. im gonna print out my cv, and shall give it to nearby coffeeshops etc. (one more thing added to my to-do-list which currently is pretty long).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i keep on losing my anz card it pisses me off. i am not exaggerating, ive replaced the card at least 3 times in the past two years. now I have to make another call and tell them that my wallet got stolen or something so that i get a new card which i dont have to pay 15bucks for (cos if u say that u lose it, you have to pay for replacement card, but if u stay that it got stolen, its not like its ur fault teehee). o, another to do list : find bb warranty and get my current one replaced. somethings up with the screen it's annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, im glad that everyone is back in ptown. S and Y came back this morning. we shall meet up soon for lunch/dinner/coffee or something yea? i dont know if its because i already accepted the fact that im in Perth and i can't get out of here and fly to hkg to ppmmkk, or the fact that you guys are back, but im definitely not as homesick:) tdy i woke up with a new mindset, and ive actually been keeping up with my 2009 resolution! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay imma rest now so that i'll be fresh at 3.30, just in time t get ready for my 4pm class!&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/686717691404533147-1778459376544295212?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1778459376544295212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=1778459376544295212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1778459376544295212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1778459376544295212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2009/01/p-pp-ppppp-perth.html' title='P-PP-PPPPP-Perth!'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1046853781774321490</id><published>2009-01-03T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:03:41.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird one</title><content type='html'>everytime i wanna write a proper entry, every single time i end up deleting it.&lt;div&gt;every single time the entry has reached abt 3-4 lines, i end up canceling it. weird huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets just make this short till i go back to P-town, and let me wish C, Y and S a safe flight back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy your last few hours/day wherever you are and ill see you back in Perth:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arggh i hate PerthPacking. It takes so freaking looooong. I started this morn, and i havent even finshed yet. everytime someone pass by me they'll remind me of stuff to bring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"got the shirt that you bought from blah blah yet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"brought your laptop charger yet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"golf clubs ready?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"how bout the camera?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"how bought your wii? oh and the wii cds?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"packed your shoes already?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"toiletries?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear that's probably a tenth of the amount of questions i was asked in like the previous 4 hours. atm im having my very last queen treatment before i go back to the town where i have to do everything by myself. im having 80rp thou pedicure oh yeah! thats around 10 bucks and i am doing it right in the living room ooo yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cya goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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one'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-5384198065937980371</id><published>2008-12-31T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:52:21.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twozerozeroeight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-5384198065937980371?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5384198065937980371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=5384198065937980371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5384198065937980371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5384198065937980371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/12/twozerozeroeight.html' title='twozerozeroeight'/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2491961682282474647</id><published>2008-12-30T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:54:28.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's rare for two great things to be in one package. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.nj.com/entertainment_impact_celebrities/2008/01/large_golf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 606px;" src="http://blog.nj.com/entertainment_impact_celebrities/2008/01/large_golf5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;golf. ticked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chad michael murray. ticked.&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&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/686717691404533147-2491961682282474647?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2491961682282474647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2491961682282474647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2491961682282474647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2491961682282474647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-rare-for-two-great-things-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2550863805190385956</id><published>2008-12-23T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:59:55.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's almost three am and i'm not asleep as usual. looking at random youtube vids, and sites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and mannn, i have no idea what the world have turned itself into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;these are some of jaw-dropping (and mine literally did), pictures/videos/news i came across. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;MUSLIM UNCLE BURNS 11YR.OLD NIECE FOR WEARING LIPSTICK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, "WHAT THE?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhMNpdzzc8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhMNpdzzc8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paris' gets her dream car. ticked.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a customized bentley? even the rims are pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/pariscartrunk__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 314px;" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/pariscartrunk__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/pariscar__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 317px;" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/pariscar__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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-weight: bold;"&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-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;fillipino version of twilight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not fake btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/takipsilimtwilight__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 607px;" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/takipsilimtwilight__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 highschool girls made a pact to get pregnant together&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or am i the outdated one who just heard of it like 30 mins ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SrbthEdeLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SrbthEdeLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;korean singer (sounds normal? go play it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since it's christmas eve, so might as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/104cdcySpEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/104cdcySpEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodnight kiddoes!&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/686717691404533147-2550863805190385956?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2550863805190385956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2550863805190385956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2550863805190385956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2550863805190385956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously-what-and-another-what.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7252252931619783266</id><published>2008-12-23T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:02:42.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wasn't gonna blog, but this is a funny one!&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1TmZS1OkUc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1TmZS1OkUc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that posh is skinny, but i didn't know that she is THAT tiny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7252252931619783266?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7252252931619783266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7252252931619783266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7252252931619783266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mondays&amp;amp;thursdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes, at least twice a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm getting desperate to practice with proper women's clubs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wanna get golf shoes, and those ugly-looking golf pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i must, must, must at least play proper golf twice before i fly back to perth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh yah, i actually did play golf on a proper golf course today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as my dad mentioned, golf is highly addictive. i totally agree.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s/ maybe im just dreaming out loud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-4065425833084606529?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4065425833084606529/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7229203227169486554</id><published>2008-12-19T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:26:06.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jff/jfl (haha im getting lamer day by day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SUwQIQK9hPI/AAAAAAAAA20/4vaQIYKiRPM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SUwQIQK9hPI/AAAAAAAAA20/4vaQIYKiRPM/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281614196964689138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to driving range again tday, balls count :350!&lt;div&gt;usually its 250/day simply cos my initial plan at the starting of the hols was to hit 200balls/day, but when u purchase 200 balls, you get 50 for free, so yeeha more balls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i was actually quite tired by 250, plus my hits were all crap. then i was like thinking to myself "shit M, you cant be that shit? that was just a warm up. and as if you have nething else to do!". so i got another 100. the last 100 was better luckily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so neway my dad has promised to buy me a set of golf clubs. not a complete set actually. just the irons, then he said i should buy the woods individually. and im like yayy! i dont even mind getting 2nd hand for the irons, and i cant even play that well so why pay heaps? and he said i should get it in perth. so next time when he comes to perth, and bw is feeling generous on him, the day after ill bring him to buy me the clubs yeeha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh yah, i told him what happened to my golf clubs. and i told him the truth cos i mean cmon what stories can i make up for losing a set of golf clubs (not a set actually, just the main one. but still?) he went speechless. in his head however, i bet he must be thinking "how stupid of my daughter?" nvm nvm its over, what's done cannot be undone. its my fault to let such things happen to me anyway, urgggh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway its almost 4, and i just finished playing wii with mom. shes obsessed with the bowling wiiplay now. mainly cos she dont really know how to play others. after the game she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. im perspiring so much, and my back hurts (shows how she doesnt exercise, obviously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. im gonna learn how to play the boxing game and dad should too. so that we can fight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wii is so yesterday i know, but lately ive been obsessed with it. and since i cant swim (having M atm), its my exercise haha! i can play for two hours straight and not get bored of it haha i need to get a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that, another outdated thing ive been obsessed with is NARNIA. i just finished watching the first one this morning. i watched it halfway last night till i fell asleep, and first thing i did when i woke up (i was still on the bed), was reaching out for my lappy, and continuing the movie! its hell good! i love it i love it. im gonna watch the second one when i know where it is. rian got it for me today but i cant find it in his room, and he's not back yet so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hrmm suddenly i dont feel like blogging anymore so im gonna go now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;list of possible dvds to watch before i sleep:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;christmas cottage &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(played by jared padalecki &amp;amp; marcia gay harder, wth nvr heard of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;impy's island 2 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(i should watch the 1st one first hey?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;madagascar 2&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(dont laugh, but i havent even watch the 1st one completely!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;make it happen&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(from the writer of step up &amp;amp; the last dance. typical story plot i bet-_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the perfect holiday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(hmmm maybe maybe.. since im in a christmass-y mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the women &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Y&amp;amp;C, THIS IS THE ONE WITH EVA MENDES! AND MEG RYAN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gossip girl&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(epi 12, i missed it and couldnt find it on youtube no more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first i only stroke three, but then im left with FOUR choice. FOUR FOUR FOUR. so i decided to strike off another one. i just realized there's four strikes now. yuck! okay nvm, ignore me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;plans for tomorrow:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awake by 11. at 11.30 i should be at driving range&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spa (massage+scrub+sauna+milkbath) then salon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to tahulembang, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SUwQIY46t_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_6huNM1XKC0/s1600-h/Photo+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SUwQIY46t_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_6huNM1XKC0/s400/Photo+405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281614199304927218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just found this pic! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gdnight kiddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7229203227169486554?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7229203227169486554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7229203227169486554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7229203227169486554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7229203227169486554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/12/jffjfl-haha-im-getting-lamer-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SUwQIQK9hPI/AAAAAAAAA20/4vaQIYKiRPM/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6320614871984733025</id><published>2008-12-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:23:44.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know that i should be asleep (golf at 0600), but i just had to post this up really really quickly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SUf_E5p7Z6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/nYBe-cwrQJE/s1600-h/marcjacobs_newitbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SUf_E5p7Z6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/nYBe-cwrQJE/s400/marcjacobs_newitbag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280469547776436130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new louisvuitton "itbag" (yes, the site actually calls it the new itbag) by none other than Marc Jacobs. hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does he really have to pose for it? good marketing technique i must say though. it's like, when someone is really needing a pink bag (which is rather hard to find) they can go "ooo, what about the speedy with the naked overtanned marcjacobs advertising it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6320614871984733025?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6320614871984733025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1664778145114373414</id><published>2008-12-14T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:51:53.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's almost 4 and im not asleep. ive been watching the randomest youtube video like this one:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant stop cracking now hahaha im so evil im so sorry but i thought i should share this one with you guys haha. doesnt this beat my previous youtube videos? like the "aa aa aa fringe girl" and "i becam so nam" youtube videos?? hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-1664778145114373414?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2137915398978962213</id><published>2008-12-14T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:09:02.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm so i thought its 0449, but then i just realized that my comp is perth's time.&lt;div&gt;anyway indo has been ummm. normal? nothing too exciting or vice versa. just okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been keeping myself occupied with golf and helping parents with work. i seriously reckon that they're the most workaholic couple ive ever met. when i go to work with them, about two hours before the office closes, im like dying of tiredness already. but no, not them. after office, they'll go to couple of the shops just to check here and there, then when they reach home they still have guests waiting for them. and obv, 99.9999% of the guest are work-related. i just dont get it. sometimes i tell them not too overtire themselves, but my dad will quickly reply "but i love my job. it doesn't even feel like im working". and i guess there's no reply to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also lately, my family have been telling me to make/open some sort of business. usually ill just give them the "wth blur" look, but i've learnt that when i do that, they'll reply me with "errr? youre 18 now. by now you should learn how to do this. start from small, dont be lazy&amp;amp;useless" look. so nowadays i just shoot them back with these brilliant outta this world ideas. then they'll be like "wow, she's actually thinking". then, my next move would be giving them 10 reasons of how difficult and impractical it would be for me to open a biz in indo, when i study in perth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anywhooo, i shall find a job in perth. class is only twice a week. and btw class times are: monday and thursday: 0800-1200, then at 1600 till 2000. and im &lt;s&gt;planning to&lt;/s&gt; have to attend all the classes without fail!  and so the rest of the weekdays, which are tuesd, weds and frids, im gonna take up a job. wherever really, i dont really care. as long as pay is good and job doesnt include cleaning toilets, im satisfied enough. im gonna start saving up money, and oh yah. melb trip in between the end of summer school and before real uni starts is still on right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fbk and mac just dont really go along well together. im more than pissed. it takes 1 hour to upload 5 pics! urghhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hrmm its already 3, and i dont know why i suddenly dont feel like blogging anymore. im gonna watch gossipgirl epi12, since i missed it last last week on youtube. r saved my day by making an effort to actually look for the specific episode for me. hrmm, to think of it, this is fishy. he is seldom like this, i must find out more on what he's up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;list of things to do tomorrow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check on my wii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;driving range:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buy fabrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go acehardware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;swim (if there's no sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gdnight kiddoes!&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/686717691404533147-2137915398978962213?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2137915398978962213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2137915398978962213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2137915398978962213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2137915398978962213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm-so-i-thought-its-0449-but-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8000422502870815443</id><published>2008-11-14T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:51:41.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;massive entry that is long overdue due to examsss! &lt;div&gt;it's 10am now and i feel like my day has just begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;last night was hell;&lt;/u&gt; reading, understanding and (sort of) memorising nine chapters of complete BIS nonsense. but somehow, i still don't regret not attending any of the lectures and labs, and neither did Y, F or E haha. so anyway, Y had her first (well not technically, first&amp;amp;only time she had it was just a gulp in karaoke) redbull, which is a big thing for her duh, cos she doesnt like these sorta drinks. Also, I don't know if it's just me but i swear&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Indiana had something against me&lt;/span&gt; yesterday! she farted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7times&lt;/span&gt; (yeah i counted, its not an exaggeration) during the night. and when she does it, she's always the closest to me. not only that, something worse happened when i went to the toilet. being very desperate, i rushed in without turning on the light. i slipped and was vry close to falling down. then i quickly turned on the light and guess what i saw on the floor? a YELLOW puddle on the tiles. yes yes it was her pee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway sooo only until yesterday at around 3am, we then realized that we had 99 questions to do in the exams in total. they are sick. uni teachers are sick. what were they thinking seriously? anyway so we slept at around 0430 and woke up at 0700ish? to my surprise, F and E were still online on skype! i thought only people like C and I stay up the whole night to study (not cos we're superhardworking but cos we're superlastminute) but i guess not this time haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway the exam was QUITE okay. after the first hour, 15 ppl quickly left the hall. by the time the lecturer shouts "exam has now ended. put your pens down right now." there was only 7 of us, from the 100++ ppl we had in the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway lately, my favourite thing to do when im bored (besides watching reality shows) is reading people's blogs. i know this is lame, but the thrill of discovering a new interesting blog, from clicking on the hyperlink of the previous blog is just sooo good. now i even have a "blogs" bookmark on my safari, listing all my favourite ones. just yesterday, i discovered that there's like individual blogs for like jakarta street looks, spore street looks, london, sanfransisco, uk, paris etc etc and just viewing them is so fun! it's like you get an insight of what people from different countries, town, seasons are wearing in the streets nowadays! it's fascinating how people mix and match branded shoes/bags/accessories and like cheap clothes and altogether they make such a perfect outfit. for example this one, she's just a random passerby walking in kensington park, how gorgeous does she look? sigh.. i miss london..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jk25bEuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/zPyCgbv2qcs/s1600-h/10288MaraBlackWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jk25bEuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/zPyCgbv2qcs/s400/10288MaraBlackWeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268476623956153058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then, on the same page, i found this second pic. seriously how fun would it be to see people wearing these on the streets? hahaha how colourful is his pantss? and oh my i just realized that the dude on the left is wearing a midriff top under his unzipped jacket, ewww! and his sunnies his sunnies! i saw it at bryanboy before so i searched for its price (not cos i like it but cos i wanna know how much it costs....) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jk-TVSdI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ActCXpK4SfY/s400/2945569324_62bc6066a7_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268476625943874002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so anyway i found out that the sunnies were by this designer called Martin Margiela. and it costs around 850 aus and apparentl it had been pretty popular in the US/UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR2BCvmDzJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/OrMFF6payI8/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR2BCvmDzJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/OrMFF6payI8/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268509023229168786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1kVUwW5SI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Rv6YXTSVTKk/s1600-h/jean+and+sonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1kVUwW5SI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Rv6YXTSVTKk/s400/jean+and+sonny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268477456604914978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha dont you think it just look like they have like those big fat black tape over their eyes? anyway, if you guys are wondering, yes BOTH of them are MALE models. apparently, not only that guys carry man bags nowadays, they wear heels and high-waisted belt too! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and okay next, i saw this blogger who recently attended the preview of Topshop's S/S 09 and she tooks pics of some of the new styles. and this is what they have to offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR2BD2sR2TI/AAAAAAAAA2c/BWpMGgt9aTU/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR2BD2sR2TI/AAAAAAAAA2c/BWpMGgt9aTU/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268509042314172722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first thing that came up on my mind was gemmaward's vogue fashion shoot in india! luckily, i could find the pics on the internet. yes, i remembered it clearly cos that was one of the shoots that make me like Gemmaward, before i thought she was just ordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR2BDDJ3odI/AAAAAAAAA2U/tF_jJ6oXLbo/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR2BDDJ3odI/AAAAAAAAA2U/tF_jJ6oXLbo/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268509028479640018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so ermmm, i bet topshop was inspired by the shot. or maybe like one of the designers went to like the ooloo places of china/vietnam and they were like "ooo maybe ppl in the city should wear them too!" hahahaha.. but anyway, seriously, how come they sell such stuff? they reckon ppl will actually go "OMG, look at that hat! im saving up my weekly allowance to buy it!"????!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, then there's this young artist's blog. and i saw this painting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1kU8jDNlI/AAAAAAAAA18/Lof6BcIzrvo/s1600-h/0smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1kU8jDNlI/AAAAAAAAA18/Lof6BcIzrvo/s400/0smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268477450106648146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how nice? the title is like in spanish/french but to translate to english it's "what's behind that smile?" wow wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd here's another pic of gemmaward! yay go b.obama "YES WE CAN!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s on her left hand, she's holding a cigarette haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jlSawgqI/AAAAAAAAA1s/AoTGQiXCga4/s1600-h/gem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jlSawgqI/AAAAAAAAA1s/AoTGQiXCga4/s400/gem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268476631343727266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jlJfQYPI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Pihav3fCkeA/s1600-h/elizabethjames.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and okay, last one; how pretty is this lanvin flats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jkmJJdxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5613OqC3yg8/s1600-h/820_5017_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jkmJJdxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5613OqC3yg8/s400/820_5017_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268476619458705170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i found this quote in one of the blogs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;you know how they say love is blind?&lt;div&gt;with you, love isn't blind. your love blinds reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8000422502870815443?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8000422502870815443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8000422502870815443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8000422502870815443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8000422502870815443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam-over.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SR1jk25bEuI/AAAAAAAAA1U/zPyCgbv2qcs/s72-c/10288MaraBlackWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2151513108517985329</id><published>2008-11-08T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:45:57.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does anyone watch/remember ben from US' make me a supermodel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee6/trickwire/tv%20trick/MMAS/NVE00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee6/trickwire/tv%20trick/MMAS/NVE00016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;look where he's gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;john bartlett spring 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not bad, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://men.style.com/slideshows/mens/fashionshows/S2009MEN/JBMEN/RUNWAY/00090m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://men.style.com/slideshows/mens/fashionshows/S2009MEN/JBMEN/RUNWAY/00090m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahhh baldys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yummy, much? too bad he's gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i saw this when i was browsing today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“It's over. Fashion designers don't understand that, or maybe they don't want to. Long evening dresses with pearl and sequins — for who, for where, for what? I dare say I prefer Zara, H&amp;amp;M and Banana Republic. That's serving women and it's cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Pierre Berge, on the current state of couture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha how cliche..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am drained bored tired sick of studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodnight kiddies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-2151513108517985329?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2151513108517985329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2151513108517985329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2151513108517985329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2151513108517985329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-anyone-watchremember-ben-from-us.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-904792525975217486</id><published>2008-11-04T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:42:45.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SRCVbDwVQOI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SAEQAdijzEs/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SRCVbDwVQOI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SAEQAdijzEs/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264872256493142242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SRCVaiLvfoI/AAAAAAAAA08/UMSDjctNJ_E/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SRCVaiLvfoI/AAAAAAAAA08/UMSDjctNJ_E/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264872247481302658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQZL5BF715g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQZL5BF715g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★Vote For Barack Obama 2008!★★★★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★Vote For Barack Obama 2008!★★★★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★Vote For Barack Obama 2008!★★★★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★Vote For Barack Obama 2008!★★★★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★Vote For Barack Obama 2008!★★★★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★Vote For Barack Obama 2008!★★★★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;★★★★Vote For Barack Obama 2008!★★★★&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;enough said. obama for the win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gdnight kiddos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-904792525975217486?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/904792525975217486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=904792525975217486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/904792525975217486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/904792525975217486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-for-barack-obama-2008-vote-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SRCVbDwVQOI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SAEQAdijzEs/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6409882063454152498</id><published>2008-11-01T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:55:24.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night at around 4am i had the annoyingirritating lucid nightmare again arrrggh, so i ran to grandma's room to sleep with her. then i was thinking, "what happens if i have a nightmare again and maks not in town?". the taught haunted me and i could only get back to sleep by 6something, arggh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, so i havent been studying much but ive decided by tomorrow onwards im gonna get in the zone. must must must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQ1AhBWlOLI/AAAAAAAAA0s/s3QmhfG2mz4/s1600-h/Photo+421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQ1AhBWlOLI/AAAAAAAAA0s/s3QmhfG2mz4/s400/Photo+421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263934475508988082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i just have the biggest cravings for icecoffee and pancakes:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6409882063454152498?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6409882063454152498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6409882063454152498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6409882063454152498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6409882063454152498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-night-at-around-4am-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQ1AhBWlOLI/AAAAAAAAA0s/s3QmhfG2mz4/s72-c/Photo+421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-3993158108236052346</id><published>2008-10-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:25:24.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont geddit why we have to do such thing as dreamweaver when we clearly have blogger, wordpress, livejournal etc etc..? so its 4.13am now and im not even done with the dreamweaver assignment. i freaking tried closing my eyes but no, didnt even sleep at all and two hours passed just like that. insomnia pmo pmo pmo! anyway so im planning to go cbs as soon as sunrise, which is at 6am but yah see how it goes...........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im bored so i decided to make up a wishlist (&lt;s&gt;most&lt;/s&gt; all of it, i wont get in near future. actually take it back, who knows if i strike a lottery tomorrow?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either balenciaga giant city/giant work/ giant weekender/giant part time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either sapphire/navy/rubyred/charcoalgrey/electricyellow, i am pretty flexible haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ill even get one for Y:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTuZcdgYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5qWA13m29sM/s1600-h/giantcity_173084D94JG6260_Fbis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTuZcdgYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5qWA13m29sM/s400/giantcity_173084D94JG6260_Fbis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263040802361016706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTuEfs6fI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KSXGRVbjQiU/s1600-h/giantparttime_173082D94JG1202_Fbis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTuEfs6fI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KSXGRVbjQiU/s400/giantparttime_173082D94JG1202_Fbis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263040796737464818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTtwEnI-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/fDYagVSzaCE/s1600-h/giantcity_173084D94JN5176_Fbis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTtwEnI-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/fDYagVSzaCE/s400/giantcity_173084D94JN5176_Fbis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263040791255131106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTt9aalEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YZ5UVMCIZdU/s1600-h/giantcity_173084D94JG4073_Fbis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTt9aalEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YZ5UVMCIZdU/s400/giantcity_173084D94JG4073_Fbis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263040794836243522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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-weight: bold;"&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;macaroons worth 45 euro seriously so exp but looks so divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPM7Nr9oI/AAAAAAAAAzk/h_UDDChtYyY/s1600-h/macaron102908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPM7Nr9oI/AAAAAAAAAzk/h_UDDChtYyY/s400/macaron102908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263035829263791746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chocolate stamp haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPL7KwRjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/vz0P7DiafPM/s1600-h/27_chocolate-mail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPL7KwRjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/vz0P7DiafPM/s400/27_chocolate-mail1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263035812071622194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nicholas kirkwook heels. dont you think theyre the most avantgarde-ish look ever created??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPMooeETI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Gp3K0puiujo/s1600-h/kirkwoodshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPMooeETI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Gp3K0puiujo/s400/kirkwoodshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263035824275853618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i swear ill start going gym regularly once i own this haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not on sale yet btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPMViyihI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Ug7oP7rqgDM/s1600-h/ibangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPMViyihI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Ug7oP7rqgDM/s400/ibangle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263035819151755794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ill get this particularly for farran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoQCYtrLdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5BTqQFcYyb4/s1600-h/mcmg100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoQCYtrLdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5BTqQFcYyb4/s400/mcmg100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263036747715653074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha and ill get this just to piss people off hahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahhaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s it's a Chanel fishing rod complete with quilted leather case and double C latches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPMIUIP8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/1tOosu0Ld3o/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoPMIUIP8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/1tOosu0Ld3o/s400/fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263035815600603074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i.really.have.to.sleep.now.argggggh.&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/686717691404533147-3993158108236052346?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3993158108236052346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=3993158108236052346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3993158108236052346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3993158108236052346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-geddit-why-we-have-to-do-such.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQoTuZcdgYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5qWA13m29sM/s72-c/giantcity_173084D94JG6260_Fbis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-3119777298782158379</id><published>2008-10-26T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:18:27.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, my last update was only two days ago yay! don't know why suddenly the blogging daze is coming back to me again, and im not sure whether this is a positive or a negative routine to be in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you look at the positive side; blogging means i spend less time doing other unnecessary things on the net like for example (and this is a good one) racing june in the hurdles race in pet society.&lt;div&gt;on the negative side; now that im back to blogging, whenever i have absolutely nothing to do, my brain will stimulate two options : study or blogging. and obviously being M, ill rather choose the second option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so btw, since everyone has been posting their exams timetable, so i might as well post mine up too. (good idea cos i dont have any written down for myself too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(10 oct monday 1215)&lt;/span&gt; - marketing 210.102&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(11 oct tuesday 1215) &lt;/span&gt;- communication in business 210.101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(14 oct friday 0900)&lt;/span&gt; - business information system 210.102&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i only have THREE exams cos the other unit that i take, doesnt have an exam instead the unit is assessed with assignments and three big tests during the semester instead. the last one is held on tuesday and im only 10% done with the studying. out of 96 slides, ive done about 8? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that test, i still have another assignment to finish before i can actually sit down and study for the 3 exams. BIS assignment which is due on friday that is. we are suppose to use this dreamweaver program to create a website (and of course theres like a list of things that you have to complete/incorporate in the website in order for you to pass). and you know how good i am with technology?? not good at all. and that is also why im gonna screw the exam. i havent been to any of the lecture, or the lab. and i dont understand a single thing. BIS is the sorta subjects that is under my "why the hell do we need to study this" list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay enough about school. lately i've been having weird dreams. actually everyone has been having weird dreams. i am not gonna tell on others cos just in case (yes, their dreams are THAT WILD). anyway mine was that, i was coming out of a tattoo parlor and E and F picked me up. in the dream i had just done three tattoos, two of which i cannot remember where, but one was on my face. like right around the mouth? E was totally supporting it saying how "cool and funky" (yes those were the exact phrase she used to describe" and F were just totally telling me off for being so stupid to have it there. hmmm, does anyone know what the dream means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQQm6GplQBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_ut735Wnswo/s1600-h/Photo+386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQQm6GplQBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_ut735Wnswo/s400/Photo+386.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261373044334870546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQQm6Mcq_FI/AAAAAAAAAmY/nHH8nKnYUr8/s1600-h/Photo+382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQQm6Mcq_FI/AAAAAAAAAmY/nHH8nKnYUr8/s400/Photo+382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261373045891333202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQQm5fiKU-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SnVOf2CYVQA/s1600-h/Photo+378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQQm5fiKU-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SnVOf2CYVQA/s400/Photo+378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261373033834763234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its 1705 now and my hair is still wet and i have church at 1800. i better go now, gdnight kiddoes!&lt;div&gt;p.s. happy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change-of-hours-cos-of-daylight-saving&lt;/span&gt; day! :)&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/686717691404533147-3119777298782158379?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3119777298782158379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=3119777298782158379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3119777298782158379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3119777298782158379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-my-last-update-was-only-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQQm6GplQBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_ut735Wnswo/s72-c/Photo+386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1909184790287724707</id><published>2008-10-23T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:30:57.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;thing I do not enjoy/appreciate lately:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;flow, flaggy fomputers&lt;/b&gt; in uni, especially when i've got dreamweaver assignment due next week and it has to be done in the labs at uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;furtin farpark fees&lt;/b&gt;, two bucks per hour cmon man are you kidding me? esp considering the hours and hours i am at uni nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;flies that fattack&lt;/b&gt; your freaking face just cos it's summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;fottled fountfranklin fater&lt;/b&gt; that are sold in vending machines in curtin. their bottles are so freaking-itsy-bitsy-tiny, why cant they just provide the normal ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. my &lt;b&gt;flong fringe&lt;/b&gt;, sometimes i just wanna take out a scissors and chop it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQCtH7RkUMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6jl183yhUOA/s1600-h/Photo+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQCtH7RkUMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6jl183yhUOA/s400/Photo+210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394716450803906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooooooooooooooooooooooooosaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fact that im most prolly gonna go to uni tmrw and pay for carpark, then walk to the 402 building in the hot weather, sweating like crazy, flies attacking my face, fringe getting in the way too, then buy mountfranklin from the vending machine and finally do my assignment which will take ages cos the comps are slow, just pisss me off more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter, happier note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;things I do enjoy/appreciate lately:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cutting down on my cancer sticks by a huge amount!&lt;br /&gt;2. clean rooms:) i am able to walk freely without stumbling over a pile of clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. being a youtube junkie. you have no idea, i watch 12 episodes of two and a half men within two days. that is only THM, i havent included AMNT, and MMAS yet. it is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;4. going to uni early, attend my morning tutes&lt;br /&gt;5. aust indo exchange rate. 23/10/08 Rp.6636 :):) this year somewhere in apr, it went up to rp8948!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma get back to my youtube (dont know whats with me and nggaslang nowadays)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-1909184790287724707?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1909184790287724707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=1909184790287724707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1909184790287724707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1909184790287724707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/10/thing-i-do-not-enjoyappreciate-lately-1.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SQCtH7RkUMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6jl183yhUOA/s72-c/Photo+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4949436847649440913</id><published>2008-09-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:32:48.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's late and i'm feeling so tired having trouble sleeping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this constant compromise, between thinking and breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some kind of theraphy, is all I need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please believe me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some instant remedy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that can cure me completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/c27fbc335df6c52afbf6917b260e2a944c5c09fe_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/c27fbc335df6c52afbf6917b260e2a944c5c09fe_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dearest world out there, &lt;div&gt;i am bloodyfckingannoyed. i got woken up by the "usual stupid lucid nightmares" and i can't go back to sleep. if i can wish for one thing, i would wish that someone would just gimme a potion or something so that i can sleep in less than 5 mins. i am extremely pissed-annoyed-angry-crossed-irritated by the fact that i can't go to sleep. i even put on a movie (like i always do to sleep) so that my eyes will get tired and soon i'll fall to sleep. but no, it has passed 53 mins and 22 seconds and i'm still wide awake. i even do the usualbadhabit/routine (even though before i fell asleep the 1st time i was like NO M, dont do it tonight), and i still can't sleep. i've opened the window and turned on the electric blanket cos its best to sleep in the cold weather under the warm blanket. i even took sleeping pills (and the last time i took it was ages ago during TEE times) but NO, it's 4.19 and i am still fresh. i want to sleep so that i can feel fresh and go full on studying starting from 10am tomorrow. argggggh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-4949436847649440913?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4949436847649440913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4949436847649440913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4949436847649440913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4949436847649440913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-late-and-im-feeling-so-tired-having.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7363661635887303917</id><published>2008-08-29T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:45:43.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_CplYXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6ROXp7BPjLk/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_CplYXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6ROXp7BPjLk/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240039305046745458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt;well done,  solitary life once in a while &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; benefits.&lt;/c&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i told my mom how to skype today:)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_eN3EKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Uxjrl1DynQ4/s1600-h/Picture+26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_eN3EKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Uxjrl1DynQ4/s400/Picture+26.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240039312446656674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moms smiling cos the comp was still lagging, after few seconds the face turned into a sour one, followed by 5 min lecture of how piercings can cause cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_TOySyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/L6R-eqMxcVc/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_TOySyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/L6R-eqMxcVc/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240039309497748258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opposites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhc4T7qfcI/AAAAAAAAAko/uHNLTINMoZg/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhc4T7qfcI/AAAAAAAAAko/uHNLTINMoZg/s400/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240040288938524098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was doing a dedication to the upcoming fasting month and she was showing me her pedicure -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhc4r13GYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nVLSe9fN2sY/s1600-h/Picture+36.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhc4r13GYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nVLSe9fN2sY/s400/Picture+36.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240040295356635522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then maks join along. btw, shes all dressed up and im in PJs cos the lovely granddaughter was already at home since 8, and maks just came back from dinner dance at 11 :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_vzZ_5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/AwhqCPyOwno/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_vzZ_5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/AwhqCPyOwno/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240039317167538066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left, mom was intro-ing me the new maid and right, mak was giving recipes to the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhc4wHNY-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/JAd_iUCzTs8/s1600-h/Picture+28.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhc4wHNY-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/JAd_iUCzTs8/s400/Picture+28.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240040296503141346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mom was saying how that now there's skype, we all can pray together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p.s, yesterday i went to accompany grandma to do her knee xrays. it was one of the most painful sights i've ever seen. she was laying on the bed, the doctor put all these weird wire things everywhere on the bottom half f her body. every few seconds he presses the buttons and the "wirey things" zaps. and everytime it does that, her body moves. when it was all done, i helped her stand up and her eyes were teary. she is usually a very very very strong woman, both internally and externally:(&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_9fabkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-Kh_p--S_PY/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_9fabkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-Kh_p--S_PY/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240039320841776706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i truly madly deeply miss my mamii:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7363661635887303917?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7363661635887303917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7363661635887303917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7363661635887303917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7363661635887303917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-done-solitary-life-once-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLhb_CplYXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6ROXp7BPjLk/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6465735117523540604</id><published>2008-08-25T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:30:14.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm still here but it hasn't been easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sure that you had your reasons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm scared for this emotion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for years i've been holding it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLMHmP9PLNI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qH13CE9knWA/s1600-h/7bf30e9135f003ad597c047e3f85cbd45aac0249_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLMHmP9PLNI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qH13CE9knWA/s400/7bf30e9135f003ad597c047e3f85cbd45aac0249_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238539145261821138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think too much, sometimes i &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; i think too much. which one is right?&lt;br /&gt;wait, who knows what's right or wrong anyway?&lt;br /&gt;life is a funny thing, life is a joke, we can all laugh about it, yes. but at the end of the day, who am i to judge whether it's funny or not. who am i to judge what's right and what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why i simply love sundays. yes you might not get "the answers" straight away just by spending time in God's house every week. but at least, with the prayers and hymns, you are reminded that no matter what happens, no matter how much of a week it was, God is always there, He never ever abandons us. never has and never will. you know sometimes i actually feel ashamed to approach God. i pray whenever i need His help, whenever i feel that only Him can understand my problems. what about those times when i'm happy? it's silly how i do that, it's even sillier when i realize that He is the one who makes the world turn, He is the one who creates all these little thing that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like for example, whenever i do the cross sign and ask God to guide me through the whole hour or so before every exams i've done. do i thank him when it's over? do i thank him if i pass my exams? rarely. what a shame really to abandon someone who never abandons us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are problems that can be solved. and there are others which only takes time, and &lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt; it'll fade away. maybe "others" are the punishments that God have given to me. maybe maybe. that's why it seems so small yet so hurtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6465735117523540604?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6465735117523540604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6465735117523540604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6465735117523540604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6465735117523540604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-still-here-but-it-hasnt-been-easy-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLMHmP9PLNI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qH13CE9knWA/s72-c/7bf30e9135f003ad597c047e3f85cbd45aac0249_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7000216898402095912</id><published>2008-08-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:13:08.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my 5am routine. seriously i have no lifeeeee. i can do more productive things such as study. why m why m? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLCIra-cWUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OdEDZpI6c7g/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLCIra-cWUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OdEDZpI6c7g/s400/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237836646188865858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7000216898402095912?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7000216898402095912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7000216898402095912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7000216898402095912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7000216898402095912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-my-5am-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SLCIra-cWUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OdEDZpI6c7g/s72-c/Picture+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-3937797106444993642</id><published>2008-08-19T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:07:56.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one thing i desire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one thing i seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKqNBLdG9CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/AcJpBYtm3gI/s1600-h/sleep.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKqNBLdG9CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/AcJpBYtm3gI/s400/sleep.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236152568165889058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4pm now, i chose the warm electric blanket instead of marketing tute. i love the subject, but i hate the tutorials. it's a waste of time, no participation mark and half of the time it's presentations. to top all of that, i hate the tutor. he is around 6ft tall and buff, he reminds me of a WWE wrestler. rarely jokes, and when he does, rarely anyone gets it. super intimidating and scary extremely with his low vice, long hair and rugged face (no, not in the hot sexy kinda rugged). and also there's this mature age woman who seems like she's all that and she occasionally raises up her hand to ask the tutor to repeat himself so that she can take down unfamiliar word to add in her list of new vocabs. urgggh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad came yesterday (yeeha!), even though i was sort of pissed by the fact that he came as a surprise (cos had to clean the house + wash car quickly) but it's all good now. ate at hkgbbq for dinner cos it was one of his favourite in Perth and finally got to eat my wanton noodle with kailan after craving it the night before. then went back home to study consumer behaviour all the way till late late night. i thought i could do the chapters in a couple of hours but no, it took much longer than expected. the limited sleep result into the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my morning pre-consumerbehaviourtest dilemma:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-waking up only after the first alarm (a big WOW, usually it takes me 3 alarms)&lt;br /&gt;-feeling very &lt;s&gt;awake&lt;/s&gt;high, i jumped into the shower&lt;br /&gt;-a rather long shower, even did hair treatment???wth&lt;br /&gt;-taking the laptop into the bathroom so i could dry&amp;amp;watch the slides at the same time&lt;br /&gt;-constantly felt like having to vomit, not being able to consume anything&lt;br /&gt;-went in the car and realized that i didn't bring any stationaries&lt;br /&gt;-after passing the 1st roundabout, i realized that i left the garage open so no choice but to drive back&lt;br /&gt;-somehow i had huge craving for some hillsongs?!?&lt;br /&gt;-went to the cnnghighway petrol station on the other side of the bridge which is so out of the way cos i wasn't able to think of others at that time. so dumb, there's actually gull which is 3 mins away from my house, and otw to school there's BP and shell.&lt;br /&gt;-used credit card for $3.40 pumpwater? when the $5 note was sticking out of my wallet&lt;br /&gt;-almost getting into car accident just before turning to the rd just because i forgot to look on my left&lt;br /&gt;-resulted in the dude swearing and pointing his middle finger at me&lt;br /&gt;-i had no idea why i put in 4bucks for parking when the test is only an hour (parking fee, $2per hour)&lt;br /&gt;-after getting out of the car, i realized that i forgot to put the ticket on the dashboard. not only that, i forgot where i put the ticket. after searching everywhere, i found it scrunched up on the side pocket. i must have thought it was rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a morning! on a brighter note, the test went well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, do you know that INDONESIA is 34th in OLYMPICS?! Singapore and Malaysia is not even listed on the results page! the day before yesterday, the indo men's double won the finals and received Gold Medal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKqKe69AGoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kWgOv_Im5o8/s1600-h/Picture+34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKqKe69AGoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kWgOv_Im5o8/s400/Picture+34.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236149780597447298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKqKfHfbkqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/absFOKxar3c/s1600-h/Picture+35.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKqKfHfbkqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/absFOKxar3c/s400/Picture+35.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236149783963079330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay it's 5 now i have a compulsory consumer behaviour tute at 5.30 (worth 2.5%). if i leave now i still can buy takeaway flat white and still reach uni in time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bye kiddd-deeees!&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/686717691404533147-3937797106444993642?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3937797106444993642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=3937797106444993642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3937797106444993642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3937797106444993642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-thing-i-desire-one-thing-i-seek-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKqNBLdG9CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/AcJpBYtm3gI/s72-c/sleep.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7495706698085637237</id><published>2008-08-16T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:15:18.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know it's not the end of the week yet, there's still roughly 29hours to go but let me reflect on my rather strange week so far. monday was arranging S' room makeover surprise, tuesday was a full day at school which ended at 7pm, wednesday i sent my grandma to her doc's appointment at 8am in the morning (and btw when i went there, the nurse told us that her appointment was actually on the 13th of aug 200&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; a nd the last two weekdays of the week is rather strange. on thursday, i woke up feeling down and the whole day just got worse. after some comforting heart to heart talk and sorting out with what's going on with mom, the day turned upside down. it became the happiest day i've ever had since a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday on the other hand, what a beautiful day it was! dinner with the commons was very entertaining, the last time we did that was like back in March? and then the night got better and better and suddenly it was like a roller coaster ride, suddenly everything became a mess. no one to blame except myself. perhaps it's not a big deal for the majority, but for me it was. a mistake that i've done, a mistake that i have to admit to myself, a mistake that i have to learn from, and finally a mistake that i have to stop thinking about, not letting it run around through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;i need to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;i need to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;i need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;i need to change.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do them now.&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKbBrqWsakI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SHQPOoske28/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKbBrqWsakI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SHQPOoske28/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235084572712790594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7495706698085637237?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7495706698085637237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7495706698085637237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7495706698085637237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7495706698085637237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-its-not-end-of-week-yet-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKbBrqWsakI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SHQPOoske28/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8436198682354103243</id><published>2008-08-14T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:46:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKRSF2HNgOI/AAAAAAAAAjA/R7Crgrj4_wM/s1600-h/who+are+you.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKRSF2HNgOI/AAAAAAAAAjA/R7Crgrj4_wM/s400/who+are+you.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234398927289942242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mature&lt;br /&gt;develop and work out fully in one's mind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a beautiful beautiful beautiful day. after every bad day comes a good day, however it doesnt mean vice versa. today's beautiful tomorrow will be as well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kiddoes, may you have beautiful dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(hopefully not the ones that ive been having consecutively for two/three nights since doggy sleptover)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8436198682354103243?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8436198682354103243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8436198682354103243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8436198682354103243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8436198682354103243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/mature-develop-and-work-out-fully-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKRSF2HNgOI/AAAAAAAAAjA/R7Crgrj4_wM/s72-c/who+are+you.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4937191070376297418</id><published>2008-08-13T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:25:59.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOekVdTpGI/AAAAAAAAAio/ygYudTLSSDs/s1600-h/bear+eat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOekVdTpGI/AAAAAAAAAio/ygYudTLSSDs/s400/bear+eat.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234201539007194210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too scared to own up to one little lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's exactly 0949 and i am awake. no, not because of the usual insomnia attack, but because i attended my commbusiness lecture which was from 8 to 9. and what have M been doing from then till now(cos usually i would sleep straight after)? helping Maks to wash the dishes and also waiting for the pool guy to come cos Maks don't really understand his english and so i have to translate for her. slept at around 0130 last night, after cleaning my room + wardrobe (incld vacuuming) and also changed my bedsheets. had a really good 6 hours of deeep sleep (thanks to the clean room + warm electric blanket). M, is changing for the better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOej9rqlVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nj6T-LknzfM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOej9rqlVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nj6T-LknzfM/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234201532624966994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;purposely put this post up to compare to&lt;a href="http://www.part-timelover.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; this,click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEHE:):) cos its usually the other way around. i'm the messy one and she's the super clean neat freak. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;also, don't you think lamby &amp;amp; doggy sorta look alike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was a rather long day. and no, don't feel bad C, i actually quite liked it. i love occupied + useful days seriously, cos by the end of the day you can actually say "M, today youve accomplished something", lame but that really completes my day. we went to pick up her car(she had to repair the windows cos freaking aholes went to break in the car again arggh) which was in wallata or was it malagata dont remember well but im sure it has alot of A's. so anyway, otw there we didn't have a map so we took my notebook and i purposely left the page on the map google site, with the specific directions which i searched earlier on. guess what happened along the way? somehow the page turned unavailable and it was too late to turn back cos the place was closing. we got lost for a bit and had to ask for directions BUT c'mon considering it was off Perth (even further than swan valley marg river chocs) i was extremely proud of us for finding the place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after was sab's house supposedly to study but end up just talking, balcony-ing, pool and so on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;michy came along too and seriously, when was the last time we took pics together? like in the leavers trip??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOekM2TJsI/AAAAAAAAAig/ERtv4vdSVn0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOekM2TJsI/AAAAAAAAAig/ERtv4vdSVn0/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234201536696100546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i'm still waiting for the freaking pool guy to come otherwise i can't continue my sleep. i am planning to sleep till about 1am the latest, shower blah blah, then meet everyone in the afternoon for dinner/late night shopping. so anyway to kill time, im doing the usual, starstalking, justjareding and so onn.. and i found my no1topofthelist supermodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOek2Cm6tI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tJkgicveIqc/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOek2Cm6tI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tJkgicveIqc/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234201547753581266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;she's the most beautiful person on earth, she stands out from the crowd, hands down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOelcsxGmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SFPeHR1tu3o/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOelcsxGmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SFPeHR1tu3o/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234201558130956898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and this is a funny one. the next issue of harper's bazaar features designers dressed up and photographed in their fantasies. lagerfeld even had untied shoelace and some phat baggy jeans. apparently, they have other shots such as Kors in one of the famous Hitchcock's movies, Donatella Versace as the princess in Princess and the Pea and even Tyra as the first lady! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September's issue must buy must buy must buy.&lt;/span&gt; also since we're on the subject,  have anyone seen the clips of sydney fashion fest? it's extremely yummy esp alex perry's collection! you will literally drool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;good morning kiddoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to whom it may concern (haha); i can sleepover at BOTH nights on FRIDAY and SATURDAY and i even told her i wll go back on Sat afternoon to change/take shower blah blah woohoo. persuading maks was easy, it took only about 5 mins. i asked her while washing the dishes (hehe) and i gave her a long explanation of how i would be a nerd/left-out-freak if i don't go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-4937191070376297418?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4937191070376297418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4937191070376297418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4937191070376297418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4937191070376297418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/those-teenage-hopes-who-have-tears-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SKOekVdTpGI/AAAAAAAAAio/ygYudTLSSDs/s72-c/bear+eat.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2726851116032268055</id><published>2008-08-07T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:30:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJsCH4ltwgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/G8NnFXCZsuY/s1600-h/Picture+36.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJsCH4ltwgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/G8NnFXCZsuY/s400/Picture+36.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231777726593876482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe that's a little bit too much haha im not that pathetic (or am i??)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked Y up at 0330hours after her driving lesson then went to claremont. both of us were starving cos in my case, i woke up at 12 and was too lazy to find food in the house BUT in Y's case, she had only eaten breakfast and &lt;i&gt;prolly lunch too actually&lt;/i&gt; and her driving went for 2.5 hours therefore she didnt eat in that period of time. so anyway reached claremont at about 4 plus and sadly, all the restaurants only have limited menu cos it was not dinner time yet and it was too late for lunch. so we got flat whites and shared a salmon bagel instead just to satisfy our hunger &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt;. walked around claremont pretty much went inside most of the shops and found nothing that i'm actually desperate for. maybe cos i just came back from overseas therefore everything look so overpriced/unworthy. i wanna get new heels BUT its only first week of the month and i'm already running out of cash. oh oh actually, i saw this givenchy bag in scanlan&amp;amp;theodore and when i asked the price it was 2500, KMA seriously! i bet in the real outlet its less than 2000! but anyway, i have been saving up money i even open up another saving account beside my normal one. i get 6% interest per month as long as i don't take out money from it. it keeps on accumulating, and if you're really really despo and outta cash you are allowed to take money from it BUT you have to pay some fee. it's been around two /three weeks im in Perth and i HAVENT took out money from it yet, instead i put in TWICE already. i am doing great in this saving-up-money-for-rainy-days thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJsCHSo1lQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5JGbW08p3U0/s1600-h/Picture+43.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJsCHSo1lQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5JGbW08p3U0/s400/Picture+43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231777716406424834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway dinner was at Pronto, salad and seafood risotto. surprisingly, the risotto was almost as good at kuppa's! the salad was freaking tomatoes with some olive oil and herbs and some cheese (must be exp) but Y and I are not a fan of cheese, it was freaking 23bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;good day, good company, zero shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im gonna watch horton hears a who yayyy! and uh-oh the first pic is tempting me to go to jacksons tomorrow to get some watercolours and a drawing padd&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-2726851116032268055?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2726851116032268055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2726851116032268055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2726851116032268055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2726851116032268055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-im-tired-of-being-all-alone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJsCH4ltwgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/G8NnFXCZsuY/s72-c/Picture+36.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7385672180831277870</id><published>2008-08-05T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:27.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibXzdCymI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LVYflEqAxcc/s1600-h/Picture+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibXzdCymI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LVYflEqAxcc/s400/Picture+42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231101800442153570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;When you walk in the bar,&lt;br /&gt;And you dressed like a star,&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' your F me pumps.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this semester i'm taking Business Informative System, Communication in Business, Marketing and Consumer Behaviour. since my life is oh-so-entertaining-not, i have nothing much to write so i shall blabber on about what i think about those units. So far, my favourite has been Consumer Behaviour (despite the fact that it ends at 7 and curtin is so dark&amp;amp;scary after 6) because 1.) today i met someone i know so woohoo i finally got a friend in the lecture and he doesnt know anyone who takes consumer behaviour too so yay. 2.) i like my tutor he's a singaporean and he lets us early. 3.) we were put into groups and my group members look like those who are hardworking and on task and they look like the ones who doesnt mind doing the work for me so yay. Marketing has been good as well just because i like the subject and and and er what other "and"s.. oh y is my group partner and she's always on task (dont worry y i wont let you down i wont do it last-semester-management-assignment style when we finish it like right on the dot). communication in business i hate i hate i hate. i hate the lecture i hate the tutor i hate everything about it. and also the fact that its bloody 10am in the morning on a monday! on the other hand, i have no comment on Business Info System because i haven't been to neither its lectures nor its labs/tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a long long long day. i had pretty much all the subject on my timetable. BIS lab from 9 till 10 (which i skipped cos duh so freaking early! eventhough i got woken up by the alarm i couldnt be bothered getting up from bed. i turned off the snooze button instead and finish watching definitely,maybe cos the night before i fell asleep towards the end of it.) after the movie i went back to sleep until 12, just in time to get ready for consumer behaviour lecture (yay!) then i had about two hour break in between to get subway for brunch and company maks for grocery shopping then went back to uni for marketing and consumer behaviour tutorial. and then rushed back home to grab birthday cake for maks-closefriend's-son's birthday and then went to his place and had dinner. dinner was rather looooooong (only about two hours is sihh but when most of them were 50++ yrs the minutes tend to multiply itself 3 times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after was raffles for quick drinks and company. i swear if i know how to transfer pictures from blackberry to the laptop i would have tons and tons of pictures since nowadays mom is always harassing me with pictures WHEREVER i go ( damn free bbmessenger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so you know how lately guys have use man-bags? bags pour homme (in a more posh way of saying it, actually not really it's just "for men" if translated, hah! my yr 8 to 10 french lessons in HS is finally useful). i actually think they look nice. like in a non-metrosexual straight way. i mean papaperry used it once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibKsnf1vI/AAAAAAAAAho/_ViDy2Tw2u4/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibKsnf1vI/AAAAAAAAAho/_ViDy2Tw2u4/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231101575268652786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha okay fine, it was because he was gonna go on a one night cruise. oh damn man! if it was me i'd still have a luggage, i mean how the hell can u fit shoes/clothes/bag/makeup/toilettries in that small "pouch"??? anyway i came across this yves saint laurent one and omg how yummy is it! i'd use it for laptop or like a travel bag? so yummy! no more "eww he's a metrosexual he has a man bag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibxSbOWOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-lcwZPcA2TQ/s1600-h/yves+saint+lauren.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibxSbOWOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-lcwZPcA2TQ/s400/yves+saint+lauren.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231102238252751074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. i miss papaperry/mamaelen. i called them and asked when they are coming cos i miss them so much. then they said they are way too busy to. next min i got a message from them which says "we are going to macau this thursday for the weekend" WAHH! and no, it's not a business trip or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found another bald/botak/unshaven hotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibKeisuzI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TPoplu9VzFw/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibKeisuzI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TPoplu9VzFw/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231101571490429746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! an R asked me "eh do i look dirty/messy unshaven?" then i was like "no way man im in the whole dirty unshaven look!" then he's like "eerrr my electric shaver doesnt work and still too cheapskate/havent had the time to get a new one thats why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i wanna introduce you my friend/nightmare companion.&lt;br /&gt;say hi to "lamby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibXyrNF0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/vzHtKaZ6GIw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibXyrNF0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/vzHtKaZ6GIw/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231101800233113410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reckon that doggy and lamby lookalike. the difference is that lamby is all holly and religious is even has a rosary around the neck. doggy always go "f me f u" too bad doggy it aint giving its virginity (or as E would phrase it, it a'int "swiping it's V card").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamby says goodnight kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686717691404533147-7385672180831277870?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7385672180831277870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7385672180831277870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7385672180831277870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7385672180831277870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-walk-in-bar-and-you-dressed.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJibXzdCymI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LVYflEqAxcc/s72-c/Picture+42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4661672850676834825</id><published>2008-08-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:27.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just some pics from the indo holiday with salleh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJX75ot8NfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0dGEF8ipZIs/s1600-h/Picture+24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJX75ot8NfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0dGEF8ipZIs/s400/Picture+24.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230363509861922290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fav lines of  the day (after watching juno);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The best thing you can do is to find a person who loves you for who you are. &lt;br /&gt;God mood, Bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly, Pretty, Handsome.&lt;br /&gt;The right person still thinks the sun shines outta your ass.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youve gotta watch this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liq0gek8Fpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/liq0gek8Fpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is really yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kiddies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-4661672850676834825?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4661672850676834825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4661672850676834825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4661672850676834825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4661672850676834825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-some-pics-from-indo-holiday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJX75ot8NfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0dGEF8ipZIs/s72-c/Picture+24.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7074901506450804583</id><published>2008-08-02T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:27.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a blast, R's birthday dinner + karaoke. pics will be up when i find a way how to transfer them from my camera. my Marvelous Magnificent Macbook doesnt have an opening where i can insert the SDcard (but nvm, i still love my Mac no matter what). woke up early to get a haircut with Y then garbo to buy un-deees cos i just realized that i didnt bring any undergarments back to Perth only when I've reached Perth, on the way home from the airport. i'm Messy and totally disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJQwaJuNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/_TPKlOb2GLQ/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJQwaJuNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/_TPKlOb2GLQ/s400/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229858293128439634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna head to back to my extremely comfy pillows surrounded by BB/anan and lambie/doggielookalike and sleep until whenever i wake up. wah damn "shiokkkz lehz", the weather is freezing BUT i've got electric blanket underneath me i'm gonna sleep the day away (okay fine maybe not "day" anymore cos it's quite dark already). when i wake up i'm gonna start looking at notes for school HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry but i cbf and too sleepy ill eat later bye bye goodnight. anyone is up for supper do wake me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaaah bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7074901506450804583?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7074901506450804583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7074901506450804583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7074901506450804583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7074901506450804583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-was-blast-rs-birthday-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJQwaJuNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/_TPKlOb2GLQ/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8976575975795236202</id><published>2008-08-02T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:27.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJQwZqg49CI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/veOC6GB4EII/s1600-h/Picture+45.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJQwZqg49CI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/veOC6GB4EII/s400/Picture+45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229858284751090722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;it's you it's you you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;you're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8976575975795236202?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8976575975795236202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8976575975795236202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8976575975795236202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8976575975795236202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-in-this-crazy-life-and-through.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJQwZqg49CI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/veOC6GB4EII/s72-c/Picture+45.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6592290684846703721</id><published>2008-07-31T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:27.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i just wanna apologize first before you see it. i only have the trial version, have to make use of it before my 30-day runs out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJIH7sNCiiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OdtMP4L3wbw/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJIH7sNCiiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OdtMP4L3wbw/s400/Picture+20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229250839390095906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6592290684846703721?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6592290684846703721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6592290684846703721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6592290684846703721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6592290684846703721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-wanna-apologize-first-before-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJIH7sNCiiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OdtMP4L3wbw/s72-c/Picture+20.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1141310736690757544</id><published>2008-07-30T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:28.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was gonna write up a long post since i havent been blogging for ages. BUT brain's not working and i was exploring my new notebook........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJDm2HWPcNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/b2pVob9k3Og/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJDm2HWPcNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/b2pVob9k3Og/s320/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228932984736805074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goodnight kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-1141310736690757544?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1141310736690757544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=1141310736690757544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1141310736690757544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1141310736690757544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-gonna-write-up-long-post-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SJDm2HWPcNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/b2pVob9k3Og/s72-c/Picture+19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4171858451856124572</id><published>2008-07-28T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:28.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SI2RAMuGJsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/O50buV_wZho/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SI2RAMuGJsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/O50buV_wZho/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227994175047608002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SI2RAQP6cZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fc8NhjpCCn4/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SI2RAQP6cZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fc8NhjpCCn4/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227994175994753426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SI2RAdSurdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rryp2XSTTOo/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SI2RAdSurdI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rryp2XSTTOo/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227994179496226258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just reached this morning at 8am and wow im all settled with uni fees (1) and i went to marketing lecture (2)!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;u dont see this side of me very often&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/686717691404533147-4171858451856124572?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4171858451856124572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4171858451856124572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4171858451856124572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4171858451856124572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-reached-this-morning-at-8am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SI2RAMuGJsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/O50buV_wZho/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4493566544692714434</id><published>2008-07-26T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:50:15.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the tracks that im listening to from specific albums, i chose it without me realizing who they remind me of. &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/686717691404533147-4493566544692714434?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4493566544692714434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4493566544692714434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4493566544692714434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4493566544692714434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/tracks-that-im-listening-to-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-3626572514441684051</id><published>2008-07-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:11:04.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was office with my parents then after work my dad was like "M, company me to driving range now. call the maid to bring your shoes to the place", and thank God, we're in the clothing business; i was wearing a shirtdress so i just took random shorts from the piles and put it on and tuck the dress in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i have been having many many many thoughts about myself. how i appear in front of people, my acts, my character and my attitude. maybe this is because ive been away from Perth for too long and also because the people here is different. life is a joke a big big big joke. funny how what's important and what's not differs in the two countries that i live in. am i suppose to suit the lifestyle in Indo, or the one in Perth? or maybe because there's new people, they make me feel so, urm different? on the other hand, the perthians/usual crew reckons i am different now that i'm in Indo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate false hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i hate myself more for thinking that there was a hope in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M, well done you've done it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe, it is time for a change after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tomorrow is driving range again at 11am, and i WILL wake up for it. my dad goes "when you go back to Perth keep playing". he doesnt know what happens to my golf clubs. clee you will lend me urs right &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(puss-in-boots-from-shrek pity face&lt;/span&gt;)?? no more "its too hot too play let's cancel" crap alrighty pals? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodnight kiddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-3626572514441684051?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3626572514441684051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=3626572514441684051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3626572514441684051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3626572514441684051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-office-with-my-parents-then.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-1909414212623864440</id><published>2008-07-18T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:28.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after every bad day, always appear a good day. not that everything is settled, is just that it's now permanent (stamped &amp;amp; chopped in my head) that some problems cannot be solved. you just have to ignore them and prioritize yourself into other things and before you even know it, the problems will disappear by itself. &lt;div&gt;p.s: clee, really what the fuuuk r u doing in commerce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully the rest of the day will be great. even though there are humps that i will have to overcome today, "dear God, please let today be better than yesterday?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm now in my parents office and WOW the internet is actually really really quick! not bad kampung not bad. i am craving for some really good skinny flat white and the only place i can get it from is starbucks (cos the others are way tooooo sweet, indos cant drink bitter coffee). BUT, the nearest starbuck coffee is still so far, and im too lazy to drive there. and if i ask the driver to get it for me, by the time he reach here it wont be at the temperature i want it to be and i wont enjoy it that much. so how? dilemma dilemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my sms to clee when i was on the way here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clee! im driving the car again n the cd in it still sya cristal2! the one that i stole:) yeeeha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;her reply was;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a thief will always be a thief.. steal my pencils ruler CDs! Omg yknow after talking to u i fell asleep again n just woke up now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;omg u were in my dream u were stopping me from eating my Brie cheese and crackers n u were like 'enough eating.. Enough!". WTH YOU BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really; my friends/dudes/pals are the ones that keep me sane. this is why i dont get bored in indo. anyway everyone really should get a blackberry than we can chat instead of sms everywhere (which is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt;) and we can even send voice clips and pictures yeeha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SIBjIlupLuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IfhUOtgXEZc/s1600-h/Photo+57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SIBjIlupLuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IfhUOtgXEZc/s320/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224284566967627490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mom and i like 3 mins ago:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like a hearty breakfast, i feel like just pressing 94507*** and go "hello can we please have breakfast then shopping at claremont tmrw. ill pick you up at 10.30 i dont care you have to go LALALLALALALLALA(ignoring her reply) ok bye see you tomorrow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perth perth pertttttttth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodafternoon kiddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s the word (free) was highlighted in red for my dear friend Y. &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/686717691404533147-1909414212623864440?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1909414212623864440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=1909414212623864440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1909414212623864440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/1909414212623864440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-every-bad-day-always-appear-good.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SIBjIlupLuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IfhUOtgXEZc/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8816148042124708289</id><published>2008-07-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:29:44.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;how come what used to be the most comforting place has turn into something that i dare not step into?&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/686717691404533147-8816148042124708289?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8816148042124708289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8816148042124708289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8816148042124708289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8816148042124708289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-come-what-used-to-be-most.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-5431206217522289693</id><published>2008-07-16T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:56:44.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21, 21, 21?? blackjackk??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28?!! tooo many!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my favourite time of the day is between 1400-1700. it is when everyone's out of the house and its the only three hours of the day that i can be alone. it's so frustrating how others just don't get it how some people like to be alone, its even more disappointing when the "others" i'm referring to are those who are very close to your heart. today was all about fights&amp;amp;confrontations and buckets of tears. when you've cried so much in the day, every little thing that gets in the way will just make you tear in a snap. but don't worry, i've come to a point where i tear no more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate how there is such thing as "authority".  just because so and so is older it doesnt mean that whatever comes out from their mouth is right. you fight and fight so much trying to tell them what's going on but it's worthless. why? 1, they still think they are right whatever it is so they don't even bother listening to you they just expect you to agree with them or 2, they KNOW that THEY are wrong, but just because they are much older they feel embarrassed to lose the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, when a 3rd person comes in and listen to the confrontation, authority doesn't really work anymore. they just see the problem as it is, without keeping in mind who's older or what. the one who's at fault owns up even before letting the 3rd person finished understanding the whole matter. the thing that hurt the most is this part, the part where the one who's at fault goes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OKAY FINE IM THE ONE WHO'S WRONG. YOU'RE RIGHT OKAY. I CAN'T ALWAYS BE PERFECT CAN I? AFTER ALL IM SO MUCH OLDER AND I'VE GOT MORE THINGS ON MY MIND THAN YOU DO, happy now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't you start it with the word "sorry". something so short and easy to say yet extremely powerful. are you too selfish to put your ego down and say the word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the first place, you know that you're wrong, why bother to start a fight? why be so selfish and not express your true thoughts&amp;amp;feelings just because you feel like proving someone wrong when they are clearly not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i can go back to Perth as soon as possible. the next day is never a better/more interesting one, in fact it gets more and more mundane. sorry if you can't contact me the whole of today, it was running low on batt, and since im so heckcare about anything&amp;amp;everything, i couldn't even be bothered charging it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God i have my friends to keep me sane, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thank God for skype too. the dude who invented it is a genius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight kiddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); 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padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/686717691404533147-5431206217522289693?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5431206217522289693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=5431206217522289693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5431206217522289693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5431206217522289693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/21-21-21-blackjackk-28-tooo-many-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6407052005204218424</id><published>2008-07-11T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:35:31.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>small talk:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;r shows off his new jazz cds in his car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"come fly with me lets fly lets fly awayy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: this is not the michael buble version is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;r: this is john stevens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: theres another dude who can sing: tony bennett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;r: no lah, tony and guy better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m: rian wth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;r: really lah, he's better at cutting hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;?!?___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6407052005204218424?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6407052005204218424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6407052005204218424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6407052005204218424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6407052005204218424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/small-talk-r-shows-off-his-new-jazz-cds.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2287616186848597645</id><published>2008-07-09T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:29.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all good things start with M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MCGRIDDLES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(something that i dreamt of last night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACBOOK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(something that i still dont know how to utilize properly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MACAROONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(something that i am craving for now now now now now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SHUN4ISXqkI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uSWVoJ8MPnI/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SHUN4ISXqkI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uSWVoJ8MPnI/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221094600954325570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SHUN4T_mwRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/C_J-e3HwAj4/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SHUN4T_mwRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/C_J-e3HwAj4/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221094604096848146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;btw, my six days of sunny singapore will be on my next post hopefully (as long as the dude comes tonight to install some kind of program that can collage pictures. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw some macadamia nuts in the fridge last night, im gonna go for ingredients shopping and im gonna bake some subway white choc macadamia nuts cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SHcf755FPaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SvbpkWrZ8AQ/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SHcf755FPaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SvbpkWrZ8AQ/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221677406972362146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rian dont usually ever smoke in front of my parents. but this time, they forced him to since he was constipated, n obviously he willingly did it. i miss orchardrd/singapore:( yknow, this is the first time the whole family (for of us) have ever been in spore since a long long time, 1997 perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye kiddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-2287616186848597645?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2287616186848597645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2287616186848597645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2287616186848597645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2287616186848597645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-good-things-start-with-m-mcgriddles.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SHUN4ISXqkI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uSWVoJ8MPnI/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7122566813131148437</id><published>2008-07-07T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:26:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Semester 1, 2008 Results&lt;/h2&gt;                                                 Semester 1, 2008 Results will be available via the &lt;a href="http://www.studentportal.curtin.edu.au/exr" target="_blank"&gt;OASIS Results&lt;/a&gt; page on Wednesday, 9th July at 5pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7122566813131148437?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7122566813131148437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7122566813131148437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7122566813131148437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7122566813131148437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/semester-1-2008-results-semester-1-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6875535276085588518</id><published>2008-07-03T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:55:05.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisces Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What appear to be minor issues or simple changes are actually the beginning of a cycle of review and re-evaluation that will dramatically reshape elements of your life. In some cases this has already begun. In others, however, certain objectives you'd assumed were impossible are suddenly within reach. Obviously this requires thought, and if you decide to proceed, serious reorganisation. And then there are others. Instead of worrying about keeping them happy, speak frankly of your goals. Those who truly love you will be amazingly supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6875535276085588518?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6875535276085588518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6875535276085588518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6875535276085588518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6875535276085588518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/07/pisces-horoscope-what-appear-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4033348391013723205</id><published>2008-06-30T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:44:33.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MADRID: Thousands of supporters of the Spanish national team have vowed to shave their heads if their side win Euro 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;helloooooo, spain:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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the son you idiot&lt;br /&gt;*both trying to remember the dad's name&lt;br /&gt;m : shhh dont say dont say i know&lt;br /&gt;s : aiyah MR.cohen lah&lt;br /&gt;*then we both checked on google*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i remember the other time C &amp;amp; I was discussing about my dad looking like SANDY cohen. so here you go HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGf4pHZBuKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PLsvx2R3NAo/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGf4pHZBuKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PLsvx2R3NAo/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217412078574352546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;please lah &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7108700069301253077?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7108700069301253077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7108700069301253077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7108700069301253077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7108700069301253077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/m-manager-is-damn-good-looking-germanys.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGf4o5HFpsI/AAAAAAAAAe4/F8p63DlNN-Q/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6726001467995971538</id><published>2008-06-29T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;it is so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;dysfunction between you and me&lt;br /&gt;we must(?) free up these tired souls&lt;br /&gt;before the sadness get us both&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clee : I must be God's favourite joke&lt;br /&gt;i think i ought to share the title w you, seriously. i expect too much from someone that is really close to my heart. all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m: spain tonight! &lt;br /&gt;z: why spain? i put 1500 on german.. hahha&lt;br /&gt;m: 1500 aus? im feeling spain tonight but i dont wanna rub it in your face just in case&lt;br /&gt;z: hahahha, ga lah i mean 1,500,000rp, where do i get 1500 aus from..&lt;br /&gt;m: okay then SPAIN WILL DEFINITELY WIN TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGfEPG99T9I/AAAAAAAAAew/JXQKuDbgweU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGfEPG99T9I/AAAAAAAAAew/JXQKuDbgweU/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217354457179574226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so singapore on wednesday till sunday. i really do desperately need a getaway and this shall be it.&lt;br /&gt;perfect timing to P.L.A.R., aint it C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;yet i am still so stubborn?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6726001467995971538?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6726001467995971538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6726001467995971538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6726001467995971538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6726001467995971538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-so-easy-to-see-dysfunction.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGfEPG99T9I/AAAAAAAAAew/JXQKuDbgweU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-9148163062018769153</id><published>2008-06-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:36:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;eepyn says: (10:35:52 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;miss you like shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eepyn says: (10:35:59 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eepyn says: (10:36:10 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too used to having you around already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eepyn says: (10:36:15 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thats what happens i tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)mesa// says: (10:36:17 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;believe it or not i actually do miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eepyn says: (10:36:27 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)mesa// says: (10:36:33 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what r u doing honey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)mesa// says: (10:36:50 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i feel that ive been missing out so muchh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eepyn says: (10:37:46 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nope.. not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eepyn says: (10:38:01 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we are al separated.. so not many eventful things TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)mesa// says: (10:39:53 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)mesa// says: (10:39:57 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss out on so much things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)mesa// says: (10:40:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and like usually all the small things tt happen we always talk to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eepyn says: (10:40:45 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know.. everytime i eat cereal it remindds me of you.. wtf right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)mesa// says: (10:40:49 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously this is the only thing that made my day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-9148163062018769153?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/9148163062018769153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=9148163062018769153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/9148163062018769153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/9148163062018769153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/eepyn-says-103552-pm-miss-you-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8816356472028262034</id><published>2008-06-26T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:32.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP70ScvcrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6eVrSjGIcg4/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP70ScvcrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6eVrSjGIcg4/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216289669149323954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i know how to make a collage, put up everything on desktop and printscreen! ha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;best present would be&lt;br /&gt;just this, this exact red one&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/blackberry/images/8310red_att_frontnoshadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://blogs.zdnet.com/blackberry/images/8310red_att_frontnoshadow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; and one of the following, i wont be picky ill let you choose;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7n3E0mI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kF4tUqli8Jk/s1600-h/Picture+24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7n3E0mI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kF4tUqli8Jk/s320/Picture+24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216276601016472162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7jA--AI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OjyumXzrnZ4/s1600-h/Picture+25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7jA--AI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OjyumXzrnZ4/s320/Picture+25.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216276599715854338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7_fNirI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cOFK1Jd-070/s1600-h/Picture+26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7_fNirI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cOFK1Jd-070/s320/Picture+26.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216276607358831282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPudw0TeuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dGCbJjylAAg/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPudw0TeuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dGCbJjylAAg/s320/Picture+20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216274988513065698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPueIGIO4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Lp4xwUPwxmU/s1600-h/Picture+22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPueIGIO4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Lp4xwUPwxmU/s320/Picture+22.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216274994761841538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7RozEqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HgqlMMZzPR0/s1600-h/Picture+23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGPv7RozEqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HgqlMMZzPR0/s320/Picture+23.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216276595051008674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;and maybe a couple of vita bangles;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP4gjtkWoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7Wf4tie0A2s/s1600-h/Picture+43.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP4gjtkWoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7Wf4tie0A2s/s320/Picture+43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216286031651035778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and i would be the happiest person on earth:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;blake lively over a weekend. two CHANELs and a CHLOE PATCH saskia thingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP3Enfi8kI/AAAAAAAAAeI/j3QT-YbmSVE/s1600-h/Picture+41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP3Enfi8kI/AAAAAAAAAeI/j3QT-YbmSVE/s320/Picture+41.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216284452118000194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and this is for ylow who has been anti-social (not to her indiana of course), and has been staying home for 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGQChVfZ42I/AAAAAAAAAeo/OcB8_W4k2-8/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGQChVfZ42I/AAAAAAAAAeo/OcB8_W4k2-8/s320/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216297040129680226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kiddies&lt;br /&gt;sweetest greetings from kampung:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP7zxO_SnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0gJRm3uvlQc/s1600-h/Picture+44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP7zxO_SnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0gJRm3uvlQc/s320/Picture+44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216289660233271922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we were having full body massage which costs only $80aus (when converted) for both, plus full body coffee/strawberry scrub and meni pedi. and they even came to the house:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8816356472028262034?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8816356472028262034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8816356472028262034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8816356472028262034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8816356472028262034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/boo-finally-i-know-how-to-make-collage.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SGP70ScvcrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6eVrSjGIcg4/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7579184481477163172</id><published>2008-06-17T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:33.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCQ4uSKnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/V1FtsLf8D0s/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCQ4uSKnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/V1FtsLf8D0s/s400/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212848689064847986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings from kampung!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arrived in jakarta at midnight welcomed by the superlong queue (found out that there were 3 planes which arrived the same as us). One of which was a big tour from china, (i dont even get it, why would anyone wanna tour around indo?) and they dont understand indo at all so the immigration was full of china-spaking people, shouting their lungs out, complaining about the long queue and the service (no surprise).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after waiting for about half an hour, we jumped for joy as it was our turn. so first my grandma was out, then my bro, then me. but not S. we forgot that she had to write an immigration card (plus, we were sleeping most of the time on board anyway). so then we had to go back and wrote the freaking card and when we were back on the counter guess what! the whole computer system is down! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously? what other country in the world will have such problems? bloody system was down? its a freaking immigration for goodness sake. what happens when there are convicts and shit? or like bloody terrorist? in the end they had to do it manually! wth right, manually! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, then it was the long dreading ride back to bandung from jkt. S was surprised; "how come theres no lights on the highway?". i have no idea? we reached at about 3am plus plus. showed her around the house, talked, cleaned ourselves, and we finally snoozed in at around 5am? woke up the next day at 1pm cos my grandma went inside the room and shouted "wake up now, its already 3PM!" when its actually only 1! liar liar pants on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the shopping centre, had starbucks, had breadtalk and bought S contacts cos she was like; "M, i REALLY NEED IT DESPERATELY. mine expired already and i wore it for three days straight already!" so then home after and steamboat for dinner:) night was just having a heart to heart talk to my mommy and i was too lazy to go out so i didnt follow S and the rest to chill at the new lounger thingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny, i wasnt able to sleep till 10am. at around 6.50 we both were still wide awake, so we decided to go for breakkie. not for the food but to waste the freaking morning and so that we tire ourselves;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. it took us sooooo long to find the bloody information no. i knew it was a three digit no so we were both trying on our phones all the possibles no. still couldnt get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i intercom-ed the security guard cos i firgured he's the only one whos awake then he told me 012 or smth like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i typed in the digits but no, its not even the right one, it was some emergency crap. but the guy was nice enough to gimme the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. called sheraton and said yes they are open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. put on something quick and went to the garage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. realized the freaking car that i couldnt (dont know how to) was blocking the driveway!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, we didnt go in the end. S went to sleep straight and i was still wide awake. went on the treadmill to tire myself out. finally slept at 11! what a morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 5pm, went to secret (the new place) cos my dad wants me to look at it. then tomorrow he's like "come down and help us arrange the setting blah blah" so i guess this summer is not a holiday afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things to look forward(?!) too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steph in bandung on thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anton/ella/fani/willy on fri to monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intan next week to indo (for s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whitney and her yummy prada bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCQi4W4hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5LNxm6LHCus/s1600-h/kristin-cavallari-much-metallic-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCQi4W4hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5LNxm6LHCus/s400/kristin-cavallari-much-metallic-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212848683201520146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCQ9GlSJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tc1u-XIa2_0/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCQ9GlSJI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tc1u-XIa2_0/s400/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212848690240506002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCRL2VDsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nMz7xJ4wAZA/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCRL2VDsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nMz7xJ4wAZA/s400/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212848694198865602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7579184481477163172?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7579184481477163172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7579184481477163172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7579184481477163172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7579184481477163172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/greetings-from-kampung-arrived-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFfCQ4uSKnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/V1FtsLf8D0s/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8120734711866370133</id><published>2008-06-14T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:34.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;where is the moment we needed the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten past eight am on a friday morning, i spotted a familiar white car just parking on my right;&lt;br /&gt;m: open ur window! what the hell are you doing here so early?&lt;br /&gt;e: its the last exam man, i gotta be early.&lt;br /&gt;m: come inside my car. dont need to buy ticket. C told me (and i thought it really made sense),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;outcome 1; if u dont get a parking ticket u'll be like "yeah i didnt get!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;outcome 2; haha i got parking ticket but who cares exams are over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i invited her into my car, to get our last fix, and so called "brain stimulator" (apparently proven by FS' parents and they are scientists) and to test ourselves with management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E kept laughing at my abbreviations, but seriously thats how i learn. nothing wrong with "ATAPOSI" or "SPEDGT" or even like "C and S Can Go Pee" or like " F S Thinks Big" or even "MLD" which i shan't tell you the long form of it. anyway, then E kept on saying how we should go in and i told her "NO, dont go now. go when its close to time because youre just gonna be stressed looking at people reading their notes talking about management". and so we went out of the car at about 8.40 ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met benz and i swear i aint sitting beside him anymore in any exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;incident#1&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the adjudicator went down to talk to another one. (cos it was a lecture hall, and like you know the seats are leveled?) so i can see whats the two woman talking. and so it was obvious theyre talking about me, cos both of their eyes were on me. and i started panicking cos like wth did i do? i didnt even cheat cmon. then one of them came up to me and asked "whats in your ear?" cos i was wearing an earplug. and like she wasted 5 mins of my time and told me how i shouldve told them from the start cos some people use that to cheat?! and guess who was laughing the whole time when that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;incident#2&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the toilet and came back. and as i said before because it was a leveled seating, and the fact that i havent slept the whole night, i went inside the wrong blardy aisle. and guess who was laughing too? i swear man next time he does a simple mistake im gonna laugh so hard! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exam was library. no wait, before that i waited for Y and E to come out of their exam room and to celebrate with them the fact that exams are over then i walked to the library. printed my e-ticket FINALLY, and printed some few recipes. cos i was thinking the night before on the bed while i was trying so hard to sleep, what should i do tomorrow after exam? when am i the happiest? so this is basically what my note looks like on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;-have lunch with girlies&lt;br /&gt;-watch the movies ive missed&lt;br /&gt;-city/garbo shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again i thought to myself, i wanna do something for myself. by myself, have alone time. and going back to sleep is a waste of time and i can sleep as much as i want in the holidays. so i decided to satisfy myself and bake:) i went to coles straight after and it took me like an hour to buy the ingredients. 30 mins of it was going around asking middle-age-woman-housewife-looking moms whether plain flour and all purpose flour is the same thing. and no i didnt get the answer until i reached home and checked the internet, and yes its the same its just british call it allpurpose and americans call it plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started baking at around 3 something, and finished at 7 something and i managed to bake white choc macadamia cookies, plain butter cake and banana+walnut cake. Y reckons that the banana cake is not bad, C reckons the butter cake was not too dry or not too greasy but her neighbour still makes it much better and rian reckons the cookies were yummy. and if anyone feel like giving it a shot, here are the recipes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXOQ2IS2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/TxgtM_5xDbo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXOQ2IS2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/TxgtM_5xDbo/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211886571326294882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXO4igvbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/z3FKsFTDtkc/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXO4igvbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/z3FKsFTDtkc/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211886581981429170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXPnhTOuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nn3XUlqEFyI/s1600-h/iphone+mesa+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXPnhTOuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nn3XUlqEFyI/s400/iphone+mesa+259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211886594592815842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh and my grandmother goes, "why dont you stop school go indo and open up a cafe? ill teach you how to make scones?" PLEASE LAH. and i am surprised that this is the first time she didnt complain about my mess. usually she goes "AIYAH WHY YOU DIRTY THE KITCHEN AGAIN!" but no, this time she didnt:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXNyzPirI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zXYesYTYd6o/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXNyzPirI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zXYesYTYd6o/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211886563261123250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late again duh, when im suppose to be up at 11? but anyway went to jetty, for old times sake. and then dropped by at Y's to see her indiana yukon chan (ga said that she should get another puppy and name it "jones" so its easy to call both of them) and it was so adorable. after was kailis for dinner and sex and the city straight after. seriously, when would i get my own vivienne westwood wedding dress? or a perfect walk in closet? or manalo blahnik heels? or that purple prada clutch that miranda has? or that amount of LV (although i am not a fan of the new season)? or that amount of chanel bags? but anyway, it was a GREAT movie, costumes were great, many quirky funny bits, and heaps and heaps of sexscenes (no this is not the reason why i liked it). i still think that somehow devil wears prada was better? i know you cant compare them, but i still prefer the wardrobe in devil wears prada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its 7.55am now and i havent sleep yet and im not gonna sleep (maybe only for an hour or two for power naps). i aint wasting my last day in perth just like that! S and C are having breakky now and theyre gonna call me soon for a carwash but its raining so heavily i dont think its even worth it? and grandma just ask me out for a yumcha, but i think im just gonna go on that comfy bed and wake up in two hours for last min shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodmorning &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;kiddoes:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;small talk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M: ma, can i go clubbing tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GM: yah sure. just put the crabs in the sink outside when u reach home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M: ????!!! CLUBBING NOT CRABBING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8120734711866370133?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8120734711866370133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8120734711866370133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8120734711866370133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8120734711866370133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-moment-we-needed-most-you-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SFRXOQ2IS2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/TxgtM_5xDbo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2222942414067489644</id><published>2008-06-11T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:34.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you know what your fate is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And are you trying to shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You`re doing your best and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You`re best look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You`re praying that you`ll make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs, accounting, legal framework &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;done! &lt;/span&gt;dont ask me how it went, but the most important thing that it is done. done. done! only management left which is on freeeday and no more exams baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep the whole of last night (only like 15 mins of power nap) to study. that doesnt mean that ive studied much = do well for it. it was a last min thing, as usual. then went home went to sleeep straight after until like 4pm and i when i woke up i had the "where the hell i am what time is it now did i missed something" feeling. it was some deeeeep sleep. woke up, had dinner watched enews and top chef then fell asleep again on the sofa. usually ill be extremely pissed when someone wakes me up esp when im really really exhausted. but this time R did and he just needed to say "mes wake up,send me now" and i stood up straight the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come someone so annoying wake u up and youre so fresh and energetic suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUESS WHO'S BACK, BACK AGAIN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeeha that long-awaited thing that occupies the garage is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to park properly, but who caress???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i sent him off to the workshop, on the way back i was blasting "dancing in the moonlight"! seriously one of the highlight of the week! the happiness is probably equivalent to when i finish an examination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;things to do after exams (which is this friday 11.10am sharp HAHA):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tidur tidur tidur&lt;br /&gt;watch sex and the city and all the movies ive been missing out on&lt;br /&gt;last min shopping before indo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oleh2 buat mamipapi i dont know why cos they come here often buy yah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;groceryshopping for hemisphere to stock up their supply for exams &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ive been stealing heaps of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make pandan cake for sarah ann&lt;br /&gt;print eticket ASAP&lt;br /&gt;bring the ikeacomforter thingo to the laundry&lt;br /&gt;finally get down to reading my chasing harry winston!&lt;br /&gt;see indiana yukon chan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i still think the name is weird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pack my damn luggage&lt;br /&gt;visit the old times at jetty since ga is back in town haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have about two days to accomplish all that and before i know it, ill be waking up in a different city (actually "kampung" is a more appropriate word to use). somewhere where i could just press the button on the phone and scream for OJ every morning and taddaaa someone will bring it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;must-to-do-in-the-holiday list:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see steph&amp;amp;rena!&lt;br /&gt;salon/treatment/dye/trim&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (finally! dale james &amp;amp; toninguy is abit overpriced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to sunnyspore&lt;br /&gt;maybe persuade mami to go bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;full on suck up to dad in order to get new bag X)&lt;br /&gt;see grandparents blah blah the usual&lt;br /&gt;learn how to bake cakes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;green tea &lt;/span&gt;creme brulee perhaps?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do something about the pyjama business thingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and salleh, i can finally show me my solitary place (like C would phrase it), where i become a complaintqueen and fuss about the littlest thing that happen during the day to you guys every single night haha. before it was on the phone, but hey the technology in kampung has enhanced and APPARENTLY wireless connection works everywhere in the house now haha. i purposely DEMANDED for this happen so u guys wont miss the "doggy purr/lick/beg" too much! talking about dogs, i cant wait to see heidy! its huge and i cant wait till it bites/lick/jump on S:):) joking lah i get scared of it too at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jjared-ing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/06/duff-neil/hilary-duff-neil-george-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/06/duff-neil/hilary-duff-neil-george-17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    it says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;The 20-year-old singer/actress was later seen hopping into her Mercedes-Benz G-class SUV (retail price: more than $100,000), which her hockey player boyfriend &lt;strong&gt;Mike Comrie&lt;/strong&gt; gave to her for  birthday back in September.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(frankly speaking im not into ML/G class or any merc 4wheel drives, but $100000 gift? what is she getting for her bday when shes married?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/06/heidi-barney/heidi-spencer-barney-buddies-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/06/heidi-barney/heidi-spencer-barney-buddies-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what attracts my attention when i saw this pic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. spencer's matching damier canvas wallet &amp;amp; belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(honestly, seriously, spencer wth?) woah m'not an indo after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. how adorable is heidi's sandal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptop wifi connection doesnt work urggh so im using bro's comp and i found an old pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SE_uiNoGj2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LPABKPPZIyw/s1600-h/Picture+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SE_uiNoGj2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LPABKPPZIyw/s400/Picture+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210645565431779170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im equally stressed for management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kiddoes!&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/686717691404533147-2222942414067489644?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2222942414067489644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2222942414067489644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2222942414067489644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2222942414067489644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-know-what-your-fate-is-and-are.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SE_uiNoGj2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LPABKPPZIyw/s72-c/Picture+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-5633899657236402652</id><published>2008-06-04T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:36.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PanJaL™ says:&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the month&lt;br /&gt;PanJaL™ says:&lt;br /&gt;mes,&lt;br /&gt;PanJaL™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think im going to bandung next month with most of my cousin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesa// says:&lt;br /&gt;which month?&lt;br /&gt;mesa// says:&lt;br /&gt;july?&lt;br /&gt;PanJaL™ says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;szjhklfohshfuishdifuhiuwezncuiny usywdcxuiosydnicuwyinufdysifyd!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how to describe what i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've calculated my marks and this is how much i have to get in the exam to pass my unit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44% for econs&lt;br /&gt;35% for management&lt;br /&gt;52% for accounting&lt;br /&gt;56% for legal framework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i just go to pass it. and no, its not easy okay. why? cos i rarely attend lectures. and the times that i do go, ipod is on and like playing sudoku or just sleeping the whole way through. i havent even touch my accounting and economics ahhhh. and i just realized that they are the exams which comes up first. im so sick and drained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;M: ive never studied this much in my whole life before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;E: true. you never actually started studying this early before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fuhreaking out i dont wanna repeat any units okay! i just wanna get this over and done with. i wanna do commerce in 3 yr max, ill take all the summer courses and shit and i wanna finish it fast. i wanna go UK to study something else. commerce just bores me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, my mom and i lately have been having a heart to heart conversation. everytime i wanna hang up she goes "nono.. talk to me first... study's not important you can study later, talk to meee". and i am going indo in like what? a week? she even told that she discussed w dad that they really want me to start working. opening a business (similar to my bro), so that i wont have to depend on other people blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;few of the things that distracts me from studying:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. the mighty jared&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jared always make me feel depressed whenever im done with the updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT5IvlsKI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XniSvn3lRj8/s1600-h/hilary-duff-louboutin-lover-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT5IvlsKI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XniSvn3lRj8/s400/hilary-duff-louboutin-lover-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208364472630358178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when am i gonna walk out on the streets carrying a huge louboutin shopping bagssss?-sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. marc jacobs for yves saint laurent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onsugar.com/files/upl1/23/236279/23_2008/marcjacobs_resort2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://onsugar.com/files/upl1/23/236279/23_2008/marcjacobs_resort2009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doesn't the bow dress remind you of anne hathaway's grammy red crapet black and white ball gown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. an overly annoying brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV-QGE6NI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YEzTxUbXnGs/s1600-h/riannoying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV-QGE6NI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YEzTxUbXnGs/s400/riannoying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208366759526328530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. having nonsensical conversationss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ga'  we judge good people with our poisonous heart, and we forget, how valuable they were. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ok kool, im bored, tell me something i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga'  we judge good people with our poisonous heart, and we forget, how valuable they were. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesa// says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i am going to plastic surgery in the next 5 yrs time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga' fuck fessing up, lets just run. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mesaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga' fuck fessing up, lets just run. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;plastic surgery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga' fuck fessing up, lets just run. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga' fuck fessing up, lets just run. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;can i submit you to those tv shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. super addictive longan jellies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV-ojWNbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/984YTfH6kpY/s1600-h/IMG_0315%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV-ojWNbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/984YTfH6kpY/s400/IMG_0315%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208366766091548082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just then i complained to my grandma;&lt;br /&gt;me: ma, S and E eat all the jellies now i cant concentrate on my study anymore:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. something that i shouldnt purchase a week before exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV_f3DltI/AAAAAAAAAaI/nL7gH-ojNTc/s1600-h/IMG_0311%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV_f3DltI/AAAAAAAAAaI/nL7gH-ojNTc/s400/IMG_0311%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208366780938163922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on msn with Y;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y i got chasing harry winston today. its the same author of "the devil wears prada" and "everyone worth knowing". weee, itll be the third book of hers that im gonna read:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; i was gonna buy it here and show it off to you when i go back to perth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. stella mccartney new collection&amp;amp;the new faces&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lollipops, Picnic Blankets, and Minidresses Make the Rounds at Stella McCartney's Spring 2009 Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT31L771I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Gcz7j1QS7Oo/s1600-h/Modelswea_Dimit_15837917_600.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT31L771I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Gcz7j1QS7Oo/s400/Modelswea_Dimit_15837917_600.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208364450200678226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chanel iman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i wonder if she is iman's (canada's next top model host) daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT4WL-3OI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uyrk_yHFHWY/s1600-h/Modelwear_Dimit_15837906_600.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT4WL-3OI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uyrk_yHFHWY/s400/Modelwear_Dimit_15837906_600.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208364459059240162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iekeliene stange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spot the bag full of rubber ducks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT4h31ypI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AF85OLwlHuw/s1600-h/Modelwear_Dimit_15837913_600.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT4h31ypI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AF85OLwlHuw/s400/Modelwear_Dimit_15837913_600.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208364462195985042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jourdan dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and this was the Stella Mccartney catwalk;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT3bhaJDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gkGfeideejA/s1600-h/musicalchair.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT3bhaJDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gkGfeideejA/s400/musicalchair.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208364443311416370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look, they're playing musical chair during the catwalk! hahaaaaa how innovative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im gonna stop now&lt;br /&gt;tata kiddies back to studyinng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV_kxS0MI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VqJ6oDxuoMU/s1600-h/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfV_kxS0MI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VqJ6oDxuoMU/s400/IMG_0308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208366782256173250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-5633899657236402652?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5633899657236402652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=5633899657236402652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5633899657236402652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5633899657236402652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/panjal-says-at-end-of-month-panjal-says.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEfT5IvlsKI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XniSvn3lRj8/s72-c/hilary-duff-louboutin-lover-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8242182946794285470</id><published>2008-06-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:16:16.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am super duper pisssed. i inserted the memory card from my cam to my comp but it didnt show up. SERIOUSLY whats up with this freaking laptop. i have to get a new one, but on the other hand i rather ask for a bag instead of one. but anyway let me list you the faults of my laptop;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. webcam works, but for random camwhores it doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;2. memory card thingo doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;3. i cant play any DVD, it will just freeze&lt;br /&gt;4. the battery life is 90mins max, and thats if i dont open too many applications.&lt;br /&gt;5. internet doesnt work at all, only firefox does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, fifth one is really unnecessary cos who the heaven uses internet instead firefox nowadays? but cos i can only think of four faults for the time being, and 4 is a NONO number, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small talk;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to oriental supermarket with grandma&amp;amp;E. i randomly popped up the q cos we were out of topics;&lt;br /&gt;me: ma what happens if i do drugs?&lt;br /&gt;ma: you do lah. ill make sure u get bruises all over your body. ill take the big-wooden-thingy-to-hit-the-mattress and use it to hit you. i will not stop until everything is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate legal framework like crap. kev reckons that i should just not study and fail it so that he has a friend to do it next sems. please lah seriously, another semester of legal framework??? no way! so we only have two topics to learn for the exams but seriously, its a pretty damn huge ones okay. im sick of Donoghue &amp;amp; Stevenson [1932] case crap and im sick of the stupid legal terms. (omg, i actually got the year right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about disturbia;&lt;br /&gt;mesa// says:&lt;br /&gt;but the last scenes were scary right&lt;br /&gt;15 reasons. says:&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;mesa// says:&lt;br /&gt;and like the part when the china dude was in the wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;15 reasons. says:&lt;br /&gt;the one his fren took video of him kissing d girl?&lt;br /&gt;15 reasons. says:&lt;br /&gt;that was scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesa// says:&lt;br /&gt;how scary if your neighbour was oneee??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;15 reasons. says:&lt;br /&gt;how is it scary to av such a hot neighbour?!!!&lt;br /&gt;15 reasons. says:&lt;br /&gt;u must be kidding me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8242182946794285470?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8242182946794285470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8242182946794285470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8242182946794285470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8242182946794285470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-super-duper-pisssed.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-3967956697932165909</id><published>2008-06-01T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:08:27.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so bored i just finished watching "awake" for the second time (i watched it first w E last night then today we convince C to come to my house to watch it, n btw it was "fcking awesome", E quoted) and i shall start work on the dot at midnight. im just copying the questions from W's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you want to grow old with&lt;br /&gt;someone or be single?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? grow old with someone DUH! C goes" depends on who the person is. if he's rich he can grow old on his own and ill take the money after when he's dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what were you doing at 8:00 this&lt;br /&gt;morning?&lt;br /&gt;i went downstairs and saw my grandma wiping the kitchen tables. so i helped her then i offered to mop the kitchen. after doing that, i vacuumed the whole house and took the rubbish out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;watching "awake", its a blardy good movee mate. seriously hayden and alba are both damn freaking hot. but besides that, the story line is so unpredictable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what was something that happened to&lt;br /&gt;you in 1992?&lt;br /&gt;i remember a couple of years ago, my parents showed me this video when i was young. he was holding the video cam and i told him "no no dont take me cos i wanna pee". then i ran to the garden and peed. but actually when i think about it i wasnt 2, cos i dont think a 2 yrs old toddlers can understand those kinda things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you were stranded on an island&lt;br /&gt;with the person you hated and without&lt;br /&gt;food what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;kill him, eat his flesh. no lah, make peace. see whether its the opposite sex, maybe we can make our own little population?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When someone catches your eye, do&lt;br /&gt;you try to make eye contact or avoid&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;again, depends on how attractive he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;food from ipoh for dinna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. how do u know when ur in love?&lt;br /&gt;when i do special little things for the person unconsciously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.have you been to china?&lt;br /&gt;yes, blardy guangzhou to company my mom on her business trip. the only good thing about the whole trip was that i get to spend some quality time with her one-on-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;inside my room, you know the first drawer on the dressing table? yeah. and inside there you'll found this stripey blue pouch. its in the first zip. if someone actually went to my room to look for it, you gotta be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. have you traveled outside the&lt;br /&gt;country?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you wish you were back together&lt;br /&gt;with any of your exes?&lt;br /&gt;nope. what is done cannot be undone. unless arranged marriage,lah. which i will run away in the end if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. do you like peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;not really no. i prefer nutella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your motto on love?&lt;br /&gt;"L" is for the way you look at me. "O" is for the only one i see. "V" is very very extraordinary. "E" is even more than anyone that you adore. sorry thats the first thing that came up on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The thing you love about relationships?&lt;br /&gt;the touch, the sex. NO LAH. the fact that you can cook for them early in the morning or late suppers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The thing you love about being&lt;br /&gt;single?&lt;br /&gt;nothing. my life is fucking pathetic now.&lt;br /&gt;jokes. i dont know? E goes "you can masturbate without being guilty". HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you give up a dream for&lt;br /&gt;someone you loved?&lt;br /&gt;depends what kind of dream.  american idol style or what? cos i actually gave up going to the Australian idol audition just to send my grandma to the supermarket. i love her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. do you wanna cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;yah i wanna go britney style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;no, but i like guys who are 25 n above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;c goes "no but i MOAN alot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. do you watch The O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. does your screen name have an "x"&lt;br /&gt;in it?&lt;br /&gt;no, it has three instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. do you know anyone named Kelsey?&lt;br /&gt;yah. my friends' sister's husband's granparent's puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;woah, alot to list.&lt;br /&gt;gelato bacio.&lt;br /&gt;cold rock everything mix together style.&lt;br /&gt;cafe grande connoisseur.&lt;br /&gt;gelare cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;gelare honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt;crunchy bite size.&lt;br /&gt;haagen daaz melon.&lt;br /&gt;ben&amp;amp;jerrs chunky monkey.&lt;br /&gt;haagen daaz tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;hyatt hotel rum raisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Could you date someone who has&lt;br /&gt;been only your friend for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps? i would try to avoid not to though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;no i dont care if my man sleeps around. &lt;br /&gt;joking, i asked E whether i am and she goes "uh-huh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is there such thing as a perfect&lt;br /&gt;relationship?&lt;br /&gt;i thought there was, but things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. name a friend whose name starts&lt;br /&gt;with the letter "P":&lt;br /&gt;pynnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. who's the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;syaz. damn it again as usual. JOKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. last magazine you bought?&lt;br /&gt;elle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;eepyn goes "yeah my nether regions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. can you dance like a chicken?&lt;br /&gt;you really wanna see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. last concert?&lt;br /&gt;ELTON JOHN fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. what is something you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;"FUNNIEST THING FUNNIEST THING.. nah nah nah nah.. eepyn fuck you. eepyn im gonna take this cigg and put it in your nose if you dont shut up now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. do you know what a plectrum is for?&lt;br /&gt;hold on a min lemme google it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. do you have to work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;nah. burswoods close, its queen's bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. who was the last person you said I&lt;br /&gt;love you to?&lt;br /&gt;aahhh this is very sad.... i am very pathetic as you can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. what should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;doing management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;yeeeha too many my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;yess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. do you watch tv?&lt;br /&gt;what a stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, just FYI, C and E is right beside me now. so the answers are not 100% true coming from me only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-3967956697932165909?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3967956697932165909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=3967956697932165909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3967956697932165909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3967956697932165909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-bored-i-just-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8116367792025059488</id><published>2008-05-31T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:37.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mom called and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ahhh im so tired. you know why? JF came, and i companied her the whole day, she just went back to the hotel. thats why i called you straight away.  i brought her to summit, i told her not to pay, but she insisted. so i gave her 50% discount. then we went to eat at cafebali, went to more factory outlet and blah blah.   then she wanted to look at the house, so she came over. she also wanted to take shower,  i let her shower in YOUR room. then she said that A's brother is gonna study there and also said you&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (me)&lt;/span&gt; offered for him to stay with you guys in perth. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i wont deny this. but i offered a couple of years ago-_-)&lt;/span&gt; she is a very very very nice lady, she brought us "baso" &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mangoes&lt;/span&gt; all the way from urabaya and she asked how u r blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad also once told me when the dad came the other day&lt;br /&gt;"if youre w him, we dont have to worry about anything else already:)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE, LAH&lt;/span&gt;. arranged marriage&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; no way&lt;/span&gt;! i mean i would wanna get those yummy mangoes sent to the house everytime its in season &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(and yes they still do. i must have given them a pretty good impression 4 yrs ago)&lt;/span&gt;, BUT PLEASE.  seriously if one day, my parents turn evil and set up an arranged marriage for me, id run away. (if C reads this she'll think to herself "ill see first who im getting married to and whats he's worth")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was garbo with pyn2 for lunch and had to help my grandma buy a TWELVE yr old present;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF1f3IdMxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xKzGsul5vSU/s1600-h/IMG_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF1f3IdMxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xKzGsul5vSU/s400/IMG_0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206571834452816658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so guess whats inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this morning my grandma came in my room at 6am. she goes; "M, can you help me buy present today? help me buy those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;poker sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. friends son's bday tomorrow and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really really really&lt;/span&gt; likes gambling. so my friends and i thought that that's the best present to give"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home and studied for a bit and watched The Eye (english version) and R joined us as well. they both havent watched it before, so funny how they were so serious and like both of them screamed at the same time when scary parts came on. r is a chicken, i sometimes think i have that male genes and he got some of my female genes in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had nandos for dinner, met up w C&amp;amp;FS at makan2. freaking E kept tempting me w the nandos peri2 chips &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(i bet cos she feel bad eating all the oil alone)&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, C said that she was gonna buy us (E &amp;amp; I) these two books that she saw just now. the one for E is titled &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"how to make your boyfriend a slave"&lt;/span&gt; and the one for me is titled &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yes, im over you but what happens next?".&lt;/span&gt; and all of them agreed that once i know what to do/get attached w someone, i should borrow E's book. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just fin talking to dad again n he goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; "i talked to A's dad before. we were arranging your marriage, HAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE LAH. dont want. ill run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: &lt;/span&gt;HAHA, what are you doing? how come ure not out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; im gonna study soon. i had coffee at makan2 just now. where are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; im gonna go for drinks. youre studying??!! haha, ill drink your share dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; please papi seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: &lt;/span&gt;wait you talk to mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MM: &lt;/span&gt;dont drink so much coffee you know its not good for you blah blah blah&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (normal mamilecturestyle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dad shouts from the back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"EH WHATS THE BEST THING TO DO WHEN YOU'RE HAVING COFFEE???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MM: &lt;/span&gt;please dont listen to papi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats how my day went today. and btw, seriously by thursday next week i have to start sleeping at proper time so that i can wake up for my exams. btw, the good thing about this sleeping pattern is that when i study (which is at odd hours) i dont get distracted cos the rest of the world is sleeping and shops are close by the time i wake up. therefore, no temptation from shopping, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just revisited my old photos and i miss london so much:( i miss the beautiful old heritage buildings, the smell of bagels and coffee in the morning, and the cold gloomy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF3HHIdM1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/DAM5kScAOEU/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF3HHIdM1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/DAM5kScAOEU/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206573608274309970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF2onIdMyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/w8oarJe2WH8/s1600-h/CIMG4415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF2onIdMyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/w8oarJe2WH8/s400/CIMG4415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206573084288299810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF2pXIdM0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/gF5uXIbOQ6o/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF2pXIdM0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/gF5uXIbOQ6o/s400/IMG_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206573097173201730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;btw its 12.29, E is coming over again apparently cos her sis is not home:):) and i promised tt ill study w her tonight:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E just called "M, youre gonna kill me im so sorry ill pay for your petrol. i left the house key &amp;amp; car key inside the house by accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA, typical:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay better go now, i dont wanna let my pinnie stay out in the cold. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;or should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8116367792025059488?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8116367792025059488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8116367792025059488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8116367792025059488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8116367792025059488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom-called-and-guess-what-ahhh-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEF1f3IdMxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xKzGsul5vSU/s72-c/IMG_0283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-9071887930921017325</id><published>2008-05-30T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:37.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like changing from blogger to livejournal. why? i like how they have screenshots and etc, but no tagboard? only comment. not sure, i shall think for the pros and cons &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha!)&lt;/span&gt; and anyway, if i do, ill change during the holidays. doing so is an extreme time consumer, and i'm those person who will persist on staying up for hours and hours till its finished/my eyes can't take it anymore. also, i feel like changing template, im getting sick of it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(esp the burberry ad campaign pic)&lt;/span&gt; , its so plain&amp;amp;dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, so the other weekend or something there was a Chanel "New Concept Boutique" opening in La. Quoting from a website; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;“Chanel is exploring the concept of smaller stores to target a younger crowd and the focus is also on location. The store will stock just a limited selection of the full range of Chanel products available at the Rodeo Drive store.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how i wish they open such stores in Perth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvoHIdMsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uzr11ADz9qs/s1600-h/leighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvoHIdMsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uzr11ADz9qs/s400/leighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206213535396082370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvonIdMtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/mv9kfP6OQL8/s1600-h/gossipgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvonIdMtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/mv9kfP6OQL8/s400/gossipgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206213543986016978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvpHIdMuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0S6Nc9iQuyg/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvpHIdMuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/0S6Nc9iQuyg/s400/summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206213552575951586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farr and E came today for a studysession till around three plus when C and FS came and we had to swan valley. missed the left turn and got lost, all the signs seem to say "swan valley dr" but i cant find the margriverchoc. it was already 0450ish and still couldnt  find the damn place. and so i went 110km/hr cos i was extremely pissed and guess what i saw standing/parking patiently on the left side of the road? a police car, so i quickly slowed down but the police still raised his hand up, then i had to stop. you have no idea how scared i was! i dont have an australian license nor a proper indo one. the policeman showed me how much i was driving at, 94 (thank god i slowed down) and he said "i couldve fined you 150bucks but ill let you off". and he didnt comment anything about my indo license. phewwww! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, when we reached the marg river choc it was 5.08 ish and obv the thing was closed! drove so far and still close. sorry E,FS,C&amp;F that we didnt reach there in time:/ after that, went for a lil bit grocery shopping and head to S' house for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvpXIdMvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6qQ6THaSVY4/s1600-h/eehoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvpXIdMvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6qQ6THaSVY4/s400/eehoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206213556870918898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; confirm change of facial expression like the above when you get too close to E, i regret. jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvpnIdMwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yXGWo8YUfZA/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvpnIdMwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yXGWo8YUfZA/s400/IMG_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206213561165886210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brother is the cutest/funniest thing ever, and the sister is just so adorable. "mini-syaz", is the only way to describe her! not the adorable part though, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at dan humphreys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1396519019" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1569901718&amp;amp;playerId=1396519019&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://services.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="366" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving for some tea and honey then gonna go back to management.&lt;br /&gt;and E is here, cos sister wasnt home poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye kiddoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-9071887930921017325?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/9071887930921017325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=9071887930921017325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/9071887930921017325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/9071887930921017325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-changing-from-blogger-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SEAvoHIdMsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uzr11ADz9qs/s72-c/leighton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7557189449974479637</id><published>2008-05-29T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:57:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;small talk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: can you please keep quiet im studying&lt;br /&gt;R: but this is important its about mom&lt;br /&gt;M: what?&lt;br /&gt;R: do you know tt mami slept in ur room last night?&lt;br /&gt;M: HAH?&lt;br /&gt;R: yah papi too.&lt;br /&gt;M: how come?&lt;br /&gt;R: apparently there was 'something' in their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;???!!??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-7557189449974479637?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7557189449974479637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7557189449974479637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7557189449974479637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7557189449974479637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-talk-m-can-you-please-keep-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6501926485232055494</id><published>2008-05-28T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:38.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current mood: motivated, commerce all they way! &lt;i&gt;(hero style)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back our group assignment, and wow 75.5%. despite of me not contributing as much as i should, i was still pretty proud. and omg, i can actually do the freaking chicago referencing now?! and i got 7/10 for my self/peer review wth i thought id get 3 or like at most 5! management is the weirdest subject on earth?! that is the main reason why im so freaking motivated, cos i thot id fail all and will have to re-do all units, but NAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to this place somewhere in gosnells like 30 mins away from perth and it was raining heavily and like the route that i found from google map was not very accurate. google told me to turn on "mason rd" but there aint such thing, arggh! so then we asked for directions and realized that its not "mason rd" anymore, its called "jandakot dr". so kiddies, google map is aint that great after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD2RQ3IdMrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cq-wc2_0gvs/s1600-h/husky%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD2RQ3IdMrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cq-wc2_0gvs/s400/husky%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205476463173513906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Y chose her puppy. they were the cutest puppies i have ever seen in my whole wide life. Y kept asking "i bet you're tempted!". but no, no more puppy for me. i mean ill get one if im in indo, but not in australia too much too handle! and anyway ive got my heidy in indo which is like syberian husky-ish except its a samoyet, its pure white but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we rushed back to uni, and were still 30 mins late. and like management doesnt even have such thing as participation mark but she was still so sarcastic to us "wow guys you cam too early!".  also, cos we were rushing then C had to come to our class and when we ask the tutor if she was allowed to sit there she replied "thats against our school policy". seriously, the other day someone brought her friend along to the class and like it was fine by the tutor! ARGHHH I HATE HER SO MUCH I KNEW FROM THE START SHE WAS A ()$*#)(*$#$. so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw i just finished watching ilecture chapter 8 legal framework! woohoo. only human resource left (management) left for today it says in my diary! so i decided to treat myself with a little bit of starstalking, ha! and before s-ann was telling me all these yummy websites! check out&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/"&gt; www.urbanoutfitters.com&lt;/a&gt;, UK brand, its pretty nice like they have heaps of localUK brand, and its something like topshop/missselfridge etc &lt;i&gt;u get the drift&lt;/i&gt;. except everything is in pound sterling, which makes everything so expensive. indo to aust is already rp.8000 to one dollar aust. 1 pound is rp.18000! no wonder my dad want me to study here, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro keep saying how the aust.exchange rate is so high, living costs in US is equivalent or cheaper! which is good, cos C and I was thinking of flying to US at the end of the year. she's meeting one of her closest friend which is a very very close friend with my best friend's sister. what a coincidence! but yah, who feels like tagging along, please do come:):) maybe we should spend Christmas there too, oh how fun all the bright lights as decorations, compared to indo where its like nothing. plus, i live in bandung not even jkt so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found the pictures while i was justjared-ing. and i shall warn you, its gonna be rather long cos i havent been on it for couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD0vh3IdMnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ybQUgn11Q_E/s1600-h/serena+and+dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD0vh3IdMnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ybQUgn11Q_E/s400/serena+and+dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205369003091767922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do you still think that shes hot after looking at the picture on the left? thats her in one of her movies acting as some "average teen" apparently. wait that doesnt make sense, would you wear something like that? some zebra ah-ma pencil skirt? but anyway, on the other hand, how cute does serena and dan look together? ohhh that rugged face i tell you. xoxox, gossip girls. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD0viXIdMoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lKgSsN1HivI/s1600-h/shia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD0viXIdMoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lKgSsN1HivI/s400/shia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205369011681702530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and boo guess whos back! can you guys still remember him on even stevens in nickelodeon? who knew someone so cheeky looking can turn out like this? and btw, watched indiana jones yesterday which was a nay. so boring and sooo long. the only good thing about it is that SHIA was in it, and he looks damn good, esp at the first carchase when he was on the motorcycle with harrison ford, woah! and btw, the pic on the right, he was actually getting a bottle of water and RB. and guess who else drinks RB? hahaha too obssessed. i shall shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD0vinIdMpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ep8LlUoRPJY/s1600-h/lindsay-MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD0vinIdMpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ep8LlUoRPJY/s400/lindsay-MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205369015976669842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i seriously think high waisted flare jeans are going in, the other time i saw a pic of posh beckhams wearing it too. yay or nay? frankly speaking, in my opinion its gross. and on the right, look! i actually edited the pic and enlarge the shoe. haha, theyre actually selling it in DJ for like 350 i think? and ive always wanted it, since like the hongkong trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/lauren-audrina/lauren-audrina-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/lauren-audrina/lauren-audrina-14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and as usual, lauren conrad. and look, she's definitely wearing a vita necklace! eva, hayden and even audrina wears it. it says on the website;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="section-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The A-list must-have accessory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Luxurious Vita leather and gold chunky chain bracelets are handmade in Italy by a prized, Florentine design group. For more than 50 years, this group of artisans has designed and manufactured accessories for fashion greats like Gucci, Fendi, Ferragamo, and a number of other Italian companies, and has now decided to bring their unmistakable eye for detail and perfect design to Vita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insiderainbow.com/blog_images/vitacover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.insiderainbow.com/blog_images/vitacover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think me and Y is getting one each, and theyre on sale oo wee how convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/hathaway-red/anne-hathaway-red-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/hathaway-red/anne-hathaway-red-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anne hathaway! when i passed this pic i was like omg how pretty does she look? cant wait for the movie of her and kate hudson comes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/tisdale-strong/ashley-tisdale-jared-murillo-going-strong-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/tisdale-strong/ashley-tisdale-jared-murillo-going-strong-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and ashleytisdale! balenciaga bag, some people are just so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;okay done. im gonna go watch the korean version of juno and then go do management. and btw, if anyone wants to watch good korean movie/drama series go to &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/"&gt;www.mysoju.com,&lt;/a&gt; it has everything and good quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self (salleh, you remind me too okay); buy pirated new season of gossip girls in indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6501926485232055494?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6501926485232055494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6501926485232055494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6501926485232055494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6501926485232055494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/current-mood-motivated-commerce-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SD2RQ3IdMrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cq-wc2_0gvs/s72-c/husky%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-2192559351098962652</id><published>2008-05-27T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:38.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got a little world of our own&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you things that no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;I let you in where no-one else goes&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing without you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"you're still awake at this time? tomorrow you're gonna wake up feeling like shit cos you're gonna say 'damn! i wasted my whole day again' cos you'll wake up really late. and thats also because &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;someone wakes you up&lt;/span&gt;, otherwise you'll sleep even longer. and even though &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you'll get calls/messages in the morning, you'll open/answer it then go back to sleep&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;i swear whoever said that to me last night have powers that can see the future/knows me too well or maybe i am simply; 1. predictable, 2. or maybe that's my daily routine (which means im doomed cos exams are coming sooo soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;someone wakes you up- &lt;/span&gt;my phone tells me that R called me at 1.37 and ive got msgs from S and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you'll get calls/messages in the morning, you'll open/answer it then go back to sleep&lt;/span&gt;- then it says i called Y &amp;amp; E and now i remember why (cos i asked Y when she wanna see her doggie-ah and tried calling E to ask where she is cos we were suppose to study together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically its 3.27 and i just woke up cos grandma came in the room and asked for my e-ticket(hah? why would i have it). which reminds me, S can you please confirm your ticket to the 15th cos mine is confirmed. and then R came in;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: De, where r u going tday?&lt;br /&gt;M: well im going to Y's to study later.&lt;br /&gt;R: oh okay, nvm ill drive the magna t uni then (w that 'pity me' look)&lt;br /&gt;M: when is your car gonne be out? its been in the workshop for months!&lt;br /&gt;R: i think on wed, but you know how 'he'(e wrkshp dude) is right?&lt;br /&gt;M: just take my car&lt;br /&gt;R: are you sure how are you gonna go out&lt;br /&gt;M: just take it just take it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. freaking annoying i swear. seriously how long do you take to install some audio/speaker blah blah blah crap!?!!! and the most annoying thing is that i just washed my car yeterday and its like sparkling clean. both the inside and outside, vacuumed and stuff. and i even pump FULL TANK petrol and now my brother is using it. arggghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBS3IdMjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BoO672czYtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBS3IdMjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BoO672czYtQ/s400/IMG_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204966324137964082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBTHIdMkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MyA9wZLeIXA/s1600-h/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBTHIdMkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MyA9wZLeIXA/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204966328432931394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBTXIdMlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dXYHQNHI87c/s1600-h/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBTXIdMlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dXYHQNHI87c/s400/IMG_0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204966332727898706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AHMAD wiping my car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBTnIdMmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2QlF9rLzE4Y/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBTnIdMmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2QlF9rLzE4Y/s400/movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204966337022866018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is from like two or three nights ago, aft watching 21 i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kiddoessss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-2192559351098962652?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2192559351098962652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=2192559351098962652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2192559351098962652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/2192559351098962652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-got-little-world-of-our-own-ill-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDvBS3IdMjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BoO672czYtQ/s72-c/IMG_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-4507463794257439962</id><published>2008-05-24T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:39.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So how do I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Do I say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We both have our dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We both wanna fly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;i think im gonna burn a cd of the whole world of our own cd.&lt;br /&gt;ill warn you first that this post is extremely long, overflowing with many many pictures. compensate the times when the posts are wordy/boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/spearmintx/00100m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/spearmintx/00100m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, remember this picture? it was on A's blog? so i was looking through websites, and guess which runway was she on? LUELLA! woah! first i thought that all these model contests were nothing, but i guess not? i mean yes, they get like a modeling contract in one of the top agencies? but i didnt know it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; great. i mean cmon, someone normal/inexperienced randomly signed up to some reality tv shows and the next moment she's on an international runway? i mean, cmon luella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wow, look to what extent that fashion goes nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/05/23/naginoda_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.fashionologie.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/05/23/naginoda_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found out that there's a new reality tv show called "stylista". its something like the apprentice, except this show, theyre all fighting for an editorial position at Elle, a lease-fee Manhattan apartment for one year and a clothing allowance at H&amp;amp;M. not tooooo shabby! &lt;i&gt;hopefully this wont come out in three weeks time otherwise guess who'll be watching it instead of studying for examss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashionologie.com/fashionologie/images/2008/05/13/51356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.fashionologie.com/fashionologie/images/2008/05/13/51356.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashionologie.com/fashionologie/images/2008/05/13/51355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.fashionologie.com/fashionologie/images/2008/05/13/51355.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also you know what pisses me off? i was trying to look for ANTM episode 5 on youtube, cos i always miss it on foxtel. BUT NO, they dont show it anymore! cos now FOX8 have their own account and have their own videos. BUT they dont show the full episodes, they only show some extra/backstage stuff. so i bet freaking fox8 must have paid youtube alot of money to kick that particular user out. arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, everytime we pass the surfing shop at the city someone would go&lt;br /&gt;"eh M, look at the poster! miranda kerr!" and i was hell free the whole day, so i decided to look for more pictures of her doing the seafolly shoot! and btw, she was doing it at WA, didnt know this woop-woop land have nice settings.&lt;br /&gt;p.s; anyone on earth who thinks that Orlando Bloom is not a lucky guy will think twice after looking at these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Cayman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Cayman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Goddess%20Maillot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Goddess%20Maillot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Treasure%20Island%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Treasure%20Island%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Trocadero%20Maillot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Trocadero%20Maillot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Matt%20Separates%20French%20Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thewest.com.au/multimedia/WAN%20ONLINE/mm1/Galleries/seafollydest/images/Matt%20Separates%20French%20Blue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she beats giselle, kate moss, heidi klum and other supermodels hands down, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i spent the whooooole day at home.  R reckons i go out too often and he's like "stay at home today!" and so i did. only went out at like 2am to get frozen coke. and yes, today canning highway mcd HAVE frozen coke. the machine &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WORKED &lt;/span&gt;today.  i swear, 50% (not exaggerating)  of the time, the machine doesnt work.  so anyway, my day was pretty productive. i woke up around 1 or 2 ish cant really remember and was just bumming around the house, watched kimora, girls of the playboy mansion, and heaps and heaps more of Echannel&amp;amp;cooking shows, surfing the net till at 6-ish then started cleaning my room. C&amp;amp;S reckons i have no life, they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"cleaning your room on a sat night??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the point is, MY ROOM IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cleannnnn&lt;/span&gt; now. i changed the bedsheets, vacuumed my room, wiped the all the shelves blah blah, fold all my clothes (i even rearranged the hangers and stuff. dresses on one end and like longsleeves/jackets on the other) and and and i even lit some aroma therapy dusk candles (which i stole them from my grandma. someone gave her for her bday, cos duh i wouldnt get them myself i aint that girly) so that the room smells good and comfy/soothing to sleep in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took 93485094385hours for me to clean cos at the same time, i was watching youtube, listening/grooving to my OTL playlist on itunes and msn. and around 9 something i got a phonecall from C;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im hungry. i feel like curry but dont know how to make"&lt;br /&gt;so she came over and i cooked curry:). potatoes were perfect, carrots&amp;amp;onions were a little bit hard and chicken was a little bit overcooked. other than that, everything else was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDh6WHIdMhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0vVJbh207zI/s1600-h/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDh6WHIdMhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0vVJbh207zI/s400/collage11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204043889716834834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pynnie came over too. her mom is out of town, and wild hoe is out! i remember when she called me up for a movie yesterday, she goes "oh yah btw. wanna go clubbing after that??" pynnie seriously?! this makes us sound like some loser/anti-social group of people, but we seriously cant be stuffed to go clubbing. we rather go bw and gamble. its 4.49 now, and guess what theyre doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDh_vnIdMiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aEz9k0H-mAo/s1600-h/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDh_vnIdMiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aEz9k0H-mAo/s400/IMG_2768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204049825361637922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its C and E, looking at some blackjack counting technique attentively (you see that piece of paper? they copy down notes wth, cos they reckon they can win like the people in the movie 21. and theyve decided;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is fisher cos she said that "i am the highroller asshole"&lt;br /&gt;E is kianna cos "she has the chinahooker look"&lt;br /&gt;S is jill cos "duhh shes blonde"&lt;br /&gt;Y is choi cos "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;steal too many things, stingy, and try to get the free stuff as much as possible&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and as for me, they reckon i am Ben cos im good at maths. sheesh so boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall dictate their convo like 5 secs ago;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e:&lt;/span&gt; what happens if we get too addicted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c:&lt;/span&gt; no lah we wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e:&lt;/span&gt; nvm, M can stop us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c:&lt;/span&gt; no she has gambling problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e:&lt;/span&gt; okokok, s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c:&lt;/span&gt; NOOOOOOOO! another gambling problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e:&lt;/span&gt; fine Y then -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, i just copied all c's pictures from her camera and guess what i found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDh6V3IdMgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VfE4UbtafyQ/s1600-h/coffee+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDh6V3IdMgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VfE4UbtafyQ/s400/coffee+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204043885421867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was ageees ago, like march or smth? hrmmm those days that we actually attend classes then call up on each other to meet up for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling ill wake up just in time to get ready for church which is like 4 or 5 ish? then go to church and E's birthday dinner straight after. hrmmm i see another productive day coming.NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight kiddies/gamblers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-4507463794257439962?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4507463794257439962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=4507463794257439962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4507463794257439962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/4507463794257439962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-how-do-i-say-do-i-say-goodbye-we.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDh6WHIdMhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0vVJbh207zI/s72-c/collage11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-9063032644599182247</id><published>2008-05-23T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:41.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;my mom always said nothing would break me or lead me astray,&lt;br /&gt;who would have guessed I'd let my mind drift so far away?&lt;/p&gt;i remember listening to the whole damn album on the way from bandung to the safari puncak with steph, jess n co. we were playing it over and over again cos we're so obsessed with boybands, and now it seems that i have the stack of lyrics stuck in my head. 'with you' just came up on mtv, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. i thought the tune were catchy enough, but when i saw the video, uh-oh its in my head 24/7, who can resist that botak, rugged face? which reminds me the other day when we were in the car, i purposely put that song on really loudly. everyone started singing hell loudly, esp this phrase;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I got you&lt;br /&gt;I don't need money&lt;br /&gt;I don't need cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then E shouted at me; "YOU BTCH, LIAR!" seriously, if you know me in person i aint that materialistic no more. am a changed person now! when was the last time i bought a branded bag? like last year? nowadays i step into shops such as valleygirl/supre n etc and actually purchased stuff from there okay! when was the last time i buy something simple(eventhough its extra comfy) from countryroad? loooooong time ago! so nyuhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUHIdMZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Hx0BO6Romtw/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUHIdMZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Hx0BO6Romtw/s400/collage9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203563368775758226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, slept at C's and this morning we both joined S&amp;amp;Y to city to get E's present. woke up feeling like crap? like have u had that in the morning? apparently C said i was having nightmares cos i kept whining when i was asleep? but then i thought i dreamt that i had a malteseshitzu, vy similar to louie. and it peed on the special poo carpet (like the one which is spefically for dogs too poo&amp;amp;pee). and i was extremely contented! i mean cmon seriously, the other time i had louie, for like 6 months or so, it still pees everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUXIdMbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SshuL5ToS4c/s1600-h/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUXIdMbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SshuL5ToS4c/s400/collage8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203563373070725554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we did a good job w the present i must say. got something that will benefit not only herself, but the PEOPLE AROUND HER. at least we dont have to get pissed at her that much anyway, so yay! anyway grandma called "when r u coming home, can you please eat at home? theres bbq pork." seriously i think shes getting older and older everyday, (i mean duh, the other day she just got a year older), but her memory is getting bad. she knows i dont eat/hate pork and she still call me up for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUHIdMaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tauwd_rUTLs/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUHIdMaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tauwd_rUTLs/s400/collage10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203563368775758242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmmm and btw, i finally made creme caramel. its still cooling in the fridge, hopefully itll turn out well. grandma asked me to company her for grocery shopping tomorrow, and i shall go look for recipes for cakes/cookies etc so that i can buy them tomorrow:) i have always been interested in cooking like simple dishes, but now i wanna enhance myself. haha! plus, its a good sucking up technique to my dad, and i need to desperately cos i wanna buy a black bag, i realized i DONT HAVE ANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy spring 2008 hermes + chanel:):) ive got more, blardy blogger is just damn annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUXIdMdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6Vuvv9VUldQ/s1600-h/chanel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUXIdMdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6Vuvv9VUldQ/s400/chanel1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203563373070725586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbmo3IdMeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AR6o8hkRI7s/s1600-h/chanel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbmo3IdMeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AR6o8hkRI7s/s400/chanel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600009141760482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbmpHIdMfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NOQZtpWI54M/s1600-h/hermes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbmpHIdMfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NOQZtpWI54M/s400/hermes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600013436727794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-9063032644599182247?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/9063032644599182247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=9063032644599182247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/9063032644599182247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/9063032644599182247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mom-always-said-nothing-would-break.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDbFUHIdMZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Hx0BO6Romtw/s72-c/collage9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-5940965465916092467</id><published>2008-05-22T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:41.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current playlist:&lt;br /&gt;i remember - mocca&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the moonlight - toploader&lt;br /&gt;and all the songs from westlife's world of our own cd (esp, evergreen, bopbopbaby, queen of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i face this morning:&lt;br /&gt;got up at one this &lt;s&gt;morning&lt;/s&gt; afternoon(it was more like 1.45?), reached for my phone to see if there was anything. one of them was a text from c which reads "good morning. awake?? i overslept! at 1:03" and last night this was what she said before she left at 3ish:&lt;br /&gt;c: i must go to school tmrw. ill have 7 hours of sleep and ill wake up at 11&lt;br /&gt;m: okay, wake me up too please, i have to wake up the latest at 11 otherwise my sleeping pattern will be fckd again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also this was from s:&lt;br /&gt;"mes, u listen to this person talking but don't talk. i'll call you."&lt;br /&gt;she was having oral presentation right at that moment btw. she must be wanting to let me listen to some weird accent, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one which reads&lt;br /&gt;"mesa mesa man utd win champion league. OMG!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one which reads;&lt;br /&gt;"gay. david cook won. 56% to cook and 44% to archuletta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is the ultimate one:&lt;br /&gt;"hey hows uni treating you? INDO IS TREATING ME WELL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last three are just the ultimate i swear. i mean chelsea lost. then archuletta. and like someone have to purposely show off to me that he's in freaking indo and having the time of his life. WAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently im watching the price is right and they're guessing the price of honey buns. never heard of that, but sure sounds good. seriously ive gotta stop thinking/talking/eating food. or maybe i should listen to the song "hopeful" because;&lt;br /&gt;[15] safone says:&lt;br /&gt;somehow that song got me inspired&lt;br /&gt;mesa// says:&lt;br /&gt;hopeful for todayy&lt;br /&gt;[15] safone says:&lt;br /&gt;i went from 95 to 80 kilos bcos of that song&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 4.42 now and i had pancakes and yummy fruit toast this morning. seriously the only time that i can probably lose weight is when my grandma stop cooking, stop buying heaps and heaps of groceries (she buys as if the supermarket is gonna close down for a month i swear). and the fridge is always damn damn damn full. and also, people please stop buying yummy food please! i know you guys are extremely sweet and everything, but ahhh! C yesterday came bringing my fav fruit+nut brown bread from bakers delights, and she also brought alone brownies+chocmuffin that vera baked. wahhhhh seriously?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my grandma just sat beside me and asked;&lt;br /&gt;"dee, mo makan jepang ga nanti malem? ma pengen, udah lama ga makan. kita makan di shige"&lt;br /&gt;which basically means do you wanna eat jap food cos i feel like it and since we havent been for a long time. lets go to shige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously i cant turn it down cos ive not been eating dinner with her/at home since ive been pigging out with my girlies lately. which reminds me; &lt;b&gt;dear Y treat C, S and myself jaws yesterday. &lt;s&gt;its not very often&lt;/s&gt; yulyn RARELY treat us okay.&lt;/b&gt; and when she does, its never on the spot. its always planned, like she'll go "hey lets go for a lunch/breakky/dinner out, ill treat you. my momma gave me money to treat you cos she feels bad cos _____(whatever the reason is)". so yes, yesterday, the 21st of may 2008, yulyn treat us lunch. WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been starstalking for a looong time so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC of the day (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/conrad-jenner/lauren-conrad-brody-jenner-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/conrad-jenner/lauren-conrad-brody-jenner-08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some people can get away with middle parting?&lt;br /&gt;having lunch with brody yaha! i still think hes the only right one for her, okay too freaky too much info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whos watching indiana jones next week???&lt;br /&gt;shia labeouf is just one hawt sexy man. his rugged beard. wahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/shia-harrison/shia-labeouf-harrison-ford-laughing-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2008/05/shia-harrison/shia-labeouf-harrison-ford-laughing-03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, look what we found yesterday while walking around the shops.&lt;br /&gt;this manikin has hairy chest wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDU8unIdMXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DEkxmLeqtu8/s1600-h/IMG_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDU8unIdMXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DEkxmLeqtu8/s400/IMG_0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203131715972575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last but not least; miranda kerr of the day:):)&lt;br /&gt;shes the most beautiful creature on earth i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDU8uHIdMWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/f7Zmt9SjO3s/s1600-h/miranda-kerr-dream-angels-demi-bra-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDU8uHIdMWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/f7Zmt9SjO3s/s400/miranda-kerr-dream-angels-demi-bra-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203131707382640994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmmm i better shower now, c is waiting for me for a study hang out. keyword; study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kiddoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-5940965465916092467?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5940965465916092467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=5940965465916092467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5940965465916092467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/5940965465916092467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/current-playlist-i-remember-mocca.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDU8unIdMXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DEkxmLeqtu8/s72-c/IMG_0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-8412629439583518643</id><published>2008-05-21T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:46:40.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to take another step further, but i was too afraid. &lt;br /&gt;too afraid to get hurt?  &lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to afraid to get embarrassed? &lt;br /&gt;definitely not. actually, perhaps a tiny bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about afraid to hurt the other person?&lt;br /&gt;most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, funniest thing is that, it doesnt only affect one person, but many many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-8412629439583518643?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8412629439583518643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=8412629439583518643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8412629439583518643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/8412629439583518643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanted-to-take-another-step-further.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6910722033000336525</id><published>2008-05-20T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:42.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive realized that two out of three main problems i have right now, i brought it upon myself. i need to get my life back on track, i need to overcome my problems, solve them internally, be strong and be mature about it. this may sound extremely corny, but one of the greatest things that God have given me is a group of friends. not only they are a good company at both good and bad times, but they also have taught me many things in life that i will never learn it from anywhere else. C once told me that sometimes problems just cannot be solve. so what do you do when that happens? only time will tell. let time pass by and it will hopefully fade away. and for my third problem, ill just keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i been doing for the past 98508534days? well first of all, i am proud to say that ive finally finished my econs assignments, which means that i have no more assignments due for this semester, HA! accounting was handed in too, even though i didnt do it. and i owe dinner to Y and E (really owe them big time okay), cos they did most of it, well all of it. also, uh-oh im even prouder to mention this; BYE BYE MYERS! i have collected my coat. but no i havent opened/looked at it after i purchased it. why? cos i promise myself to clean my room first then i shall open it. its like a treat, pretty lame? but it gives me some determination? haha. and ive also used S' zomp birthday voucher! yay:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDKk4FckDyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OYn1BYHKE2Y/s1600-h/aft+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDKk4FckDyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OYn1BYHKE2Y/s400/aft+tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202401803007954722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tea with Y the other day. i cant remember why we even ended up in kingst? anyway we had fig + banana cake which was extremely yummy, and which i ended up ordering for grandmas bday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 19th of May, which was yesterday, was my dearest grandma's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDKk4lckDzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WM6whJDyaWY/s1600-h/ema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDKk4lckDzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WM6whJDyaWY/s400/ema.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202401811597889330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a party with her friends, and like 75 people came up. cars were literally on the road, blocking the driveway! waking up so early that day was like one of the biggest mistakes i swear. every freaking 5 mins theres a phone call and something wrong with the cordless phone so we had to press the speaker button on the telephone in the kitchen. and grandma walks at a very slow pace therefore everytime it rings i have to run to the phone. argggh. but im glad she enjoyed her day, shes one of the most beautiful person (inside&amp;out) i know, and she deserves nothing but the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmm, its already 5.12 and i promised S ill go to take a driving test w her. haha i know wth? M&amp;S is finally taking driving tests? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao bella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6910722033000336525?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6910722033000336525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6910722033000336525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6910722033000336525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6910722033000336525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-realized-that-two-out-of-three-main.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SDKk4FckDyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OYn1BYHKE2Y/s72-c/aft+tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-7185136721413962961</id><published>2008-05-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:27:39.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry assignments week. but i shall give you just a tiny bit of entertainment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqYFkOyh5ao&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqYFkOyh5ao&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so someone posted this up in youtube. which was pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;people gave comments;&lt;br /&gt;awww soo sweeet,&lt;br /&gt;or like&lt;br /&gt;congratttzz man!&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;It made me went "WTF" in the beginning and "Aww" in the end. Good luck, hope your proposal works!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta crack so hard till you pee in your pants when you read the one below;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="watch-comment-head"&gt;    &lt;div class="watch-comment-info"&gt;     &lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/r3dalf" rel="nofollow"&gt;r3dalf&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span class="watch-comment-time"&gt; (3 days ago) &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a id="show_link_NbFStDaVWQg" class="watch-comment-head-link" onclick="displayHideCommentLink('NbFStDaVWQg')"&gt;Show&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a id="hide_link_NbFStDaVWQg" class="watch-comment-head-link" onclick="displayShowCommentLink('NbFStDaVWQg')"&gt;Hide&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div id="comment_vote_NbFStDaVWQg" class="watch-comment-voting"&gt;     &lt;span class="watch-comment-score watch-comment-green"&gt;+1&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a onclick="voteComment('NbFStDaVWQg', 'dqYFkOyh5ao', '1', '-1')"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.ytimg.com/yt/img/pixel-vfl73.gif" class="watch-comment-down-hover" title="Poor comment" alt="Poor comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onclick="voteComment('NbFStDaVWQg', 'dqYFkOyh5ao', '1', '1')"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.ytimg.com/yt/img/pixel-vfl73.gif" class="watch-comment-up-hover" title="Good comment" alt="Good comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;span id="comment_spam_bug_NbFStDaVWQg" class="watch-comment-spam-bug"&gt;Marked as spam&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div id="reply_comment_form_id_NbFStDaVWQg" class="watch-comment-action"&gt;    &lt;a onclick="showCommentReplyForm('comment_form_id_NbFStDaVWQg', 'NbFStDaVWQg', false)"&gt;Reply&lt;/a&gt;        | &lt;a onclick="spam('NbFStDaVWQg', 'dqYFkOyh5ao')"&gt;Spam&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="watch-comment-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      brother!!! wat wax and hairspray u use!?!?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quick! tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/686717691404533147-7185136721413962961?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7185136721413962961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=7185136721413962961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7185136721413962961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/7185136721413962961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-assignments-week.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-6228290787111497775</id><published>2008-05-08T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:43.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;You and the night and the music&lt;br /&gt;Fill me with flaming desire&lt;br /&gt;Setting my being completely on fire&lt;br /&gt;You and the night and the music&lt;br /&gt;Thrill me but will we be one&lt;br /&gt;After the night and the music are done&lt;/p&gt;my parents are in town, and surprisingly im not as pissed/annoyed as i thought i'd be. im more annoyed at the fact that im freaking sick im having bad hayfever and my mouth feels bitter and body feels weak and im feeling extremely hot for a second, and freezing the next. urggggh, i couldve gone to boowoo otherwise. btw, today marks the 2nd week of not steeping into boowoo, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was lunch at sunkatsura then went to the maze which was an hour away from perth with Ma, Ko, Pi, Mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTKLENsAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j4xCniIWRN4/s1600-h/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTKLENsAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j4xCniIWRN4/s400/IMG_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198019460405768194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTKbENsBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mZTPNVYyLyY/s1600-h/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTKbENsBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mZTPNVYyLyY/s400/IMG_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198019464700735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;whats up with the hat?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the same brand with my stripey one and we got it from HAL. my dad insisted on buying it cos he said he will use it for golf even though my mom reckons it looks beggar-ish and his golf friends will look down at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTKrENsCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pnDUj3GD99Q/s1600-h/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTKrENsCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pnDUj3GD99Q/s400/IMG_0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198019468995702818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTLLENsEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1AAyQJoy2FU/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTLLENsEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1AAyQJoy2FU/s400/collage7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198019477585637442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTK7ENsDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LJ1jeBCrDZE/s1600-h/IMG_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTK7ENsDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LJ1jeBCrDZE/s400/IMG_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198019473290670130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at dad's obese thighs/legs.  he wet himself in the toilet, well he said that it was too dark and he couldnt see the tap and when he turn it on it wet his jeans, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;but who knows?&lt;/span&gt;. then he wanted to go BW straight aft so we got an idea and told him to put his legs out of the window since we were on 120km/hour&amp;amp;an empty road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better get some sleep so that this freaking sickness would go away&lt;br /&gt;bye kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-6228290787111497775?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6228290787111497775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=6228290787111497775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6228290787111497775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/6228290787111497775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-and-night-and-music-fill-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCMTKLENsAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j4xCniIWRN4/s72-c/IMG_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-3954772028074599356</id><published>2008-05-06T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:15:43.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will you let me romanticize,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty in our London Skies,&lt;br /&gt;You know the sunlight always shines,&lt;br /&gt;Behind the clouds of London Skies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;mah folks&lt;/i&gt; are coming down tomorrow(!). it was meant to be a surprise but one of my grandma's friend whose daughter is affiliated with my parents back in indo met today in supermarket and asked &lt;i&gt;"oh your daughter and son-in-law coming tomorrow?"&lt;/i&gt; so thank God for whoever owns/built the supermarket cos otherwise i wont be alive tomorrow cos my room is extremely extremely messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough ive mentioned couple of times that i miss them heaps i cant say that im overjoyed. it is a more of a "DAMN THEYRE COMING!" feeling;&lt;br /&gt;l. now i have to clean my room&lt;br /&gt;2. my dads coming for bw lah, face the fact&lt;br /&gt;3. i will have entertain them when theyre here&lt;br /&gt;4. cant do my own things pretty much &amp;amp; i have to share room w grandma&lt;br /&gt;5. i have so many assignments this week and omg now that theyre here how am i gonna do them? how can i have any study time? (jk, it really doesnt matter whether i have assignments or not, cmon its M! frankly speaking its just for the usual &lt;i&gt;unlucky no.4&lt;/i&gt; sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been blogging for a while, now i dont even know what to write/what i usually write about. uh-oh, the other day me and C had a goodgreenday and i cant be stuffed to explain so pictures shall be it. &lt;i&gt;and btw, notice the oh-so-cool fonts please, cmon youve gotta gimme credit for that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;good &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; featuring C &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCrx0UxaiI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vh5iE-y0yw0/s1600-h/cigg+advert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCrx0UxaiI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vh5iE-y0yw0/s320/cigg+advert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197342842333260322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCryUUxajI/AAAAAAAAASo/t369vw4CEEM/s1600-h/green+day%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCryUUxajI/AAAAAAAAASo/t369vw4CEEM/s320/green+day%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197342850923194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCrzEUxakI/AAAAAAAAASw/eQsSO8keaEg/s1600-h/emmas+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCrzEUxakI/AAAAAAAAASw/eQsSO8keaEg/s320/emmas+dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197342863808096834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been watching ANTM (as usual) and omg theres so many hollywood stars lookalike i swear. these are just a couple;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCrzkUxalI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hd14-9xru8U/s1600-h/domnique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCrzkUxalI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hd14-9xru8U/s320/domnique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197342872398031442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCr0EUxamI/AAAAAAAAATA/nBXoQ0z6daE/s1600-h/fatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCr0EUxamI/AAAAAAAAATA/nBXoQ0z6daE/s320/fatima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197342880987966050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i thought to myself, urrrrggh why do they choose such people? i mean, their faces are too common? but then i think again; hollywood has expanded soooo much that they have every kind of face you can think of, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh im just so moody cos parents coming over + still have to clean my room + PMS. fuck this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kiddies/assholes&lt;br /&gt;apology before hand for readers im just fcking pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-3954772028074599356?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3954772028074599356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=3954772028074599356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3954772028074599356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/3954772028074599356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-you-let-me-romanticize-beauty-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hA4ggQVqqTI/SCCrx0UxaiI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vh5iE-y0yw0/s72-c/cigg+advert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-763912143349575858</id><published>2008-05-02T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:44:52.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day at a poker table, when angga and i was talking in indo and a dckhead though it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt; instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Jake Kendrick]:     stop talking chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Safourone AG]:     hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     its not chinese you ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Ng Yang]:&lt;/span&gt;    shut up la&lt;br /&gt;[Ng Yang]:     knn&lt;br /&gt;[Safourone AG]:     chinse?&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     knn you mother&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;[Jake Kendrick]:     you freakin chinks&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     were not chinks&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     you c u n t&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     whats with the racism&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     dont hate cus you aint winning&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     its ok bro&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     losing is part of life&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;anggas gonna start preaching now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;oh hell yeah i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CAN I GET AN AMEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CAN I GET SOME LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ALLELUYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Safourone AG]:     haha&lt;br /&gt;[Jake Kendrick]:    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; you faggots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; JESUS IS A COMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HE IS COMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HE LOVES YOU ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HE LOVES YOU ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Safourone AG]:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep goin angga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     some black choir music in the bckgroundd&lt;br /&gt;[Safourone AG]:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let them know ure here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PUT YOUR HAND UP IF YOU LOVE JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BECAUSE TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; TODAY MY BROTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WE ARE GATHERED IN JESUS"LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tooddaaayyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*CRYING WHILE SPEECH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     cepetann donk ni bule lama banget&lt;br /&gt;[Jake Kendrick]:     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;holy crap shut your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     AHAH&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ILL TELL YOU AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    GOD LOVES ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     HAHAHHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BLACKS, CHINESE, WHITES,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ASSHOLES LIKE JACK KENRICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HE LOVES YOU ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YEA WHY DO YOU LOVE US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Wright]:     we should love all&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Wright]:     and we do&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHY DO YOU LOVE US GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Wright]:     ya kno&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BECAUSE HE IS PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE IS THE MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE SHIZZNIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ANGGA. youre preaching on a poker table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     THE ONE AND ONLY&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Wright]:     lol&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;MESA YOURE RUINING MY GROOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     lol&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Wright]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jake is not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     hes not repenting&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     hahahah you loser&lt;br /&gt;[Mesa Tristianto]:     haha&lt;br /&gt;[Angga Saragih]:     and its al my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw right now i have 0 in BJ and like 121 in poker. i lost 120k in total!&lt;br /&gt;bye kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/686717691404533147-763912143349575858?l=mptmpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/feeds/763912143349575858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=686717691404533147&amp;postID=763912143349575858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/763912143349575858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/686717691404533147/posts/default/763912143349575858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mptmpt.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-day-at-poker-table-when-angga-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mpt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00263267074692159999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-686717691404533147.post-141837944883957790</id><published>2008-05-02T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:00:04.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw how long u reckon it takes to order flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know who you wanna give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mothers day is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want to get 1 for my mom 1 for my grandma 1 for isaacs mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no but how long do u reckon it will take to order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah coz she gives me lots of food i like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway how long u reckon it will take to order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you should order asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you what, what r u doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching spiderman 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about to start management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone or with who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eating fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?? with tumtum and bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what youre eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LAH YULYN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go change, i pick you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fruit salad is nice.. and well i was a bit sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz my dad actually stole my longan yest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go to the flower shop near my house&lt;br /&gt;yulyn says:&lt;br /&gt;and evn my mom was like "I DONT know what i hav done to hav a husband and a daguther who fight over food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty nice i ALWAYS buy my flowers from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna get for grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YULYN CHEAPSKATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheaper than garden city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST GOT MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YULYN FISH YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATTHEHECK as if im going to use this money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in PJS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna change shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat my fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not gonna see anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YULYN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already 3.34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok fine wen i come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont wanna go, i wont come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mesa// says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  yulyn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POINT ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so we walked in looking like a freak;&lt;br /&gt;1. because of what we're wearing&lt;br /&gt;2. she can hear me shouting "yulyn, lets run into the shop quickly before anyone sees us" while i get out of the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POINT TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y and i: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so, do you do deliveries on sundays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shopkeeper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;depends, where do you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y and i: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;co**&amp;amp;salt**pnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------shopkeeper walked to her desk to look at the price list&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;it should be about 45 bucks or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y and i: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;NO THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT THREE:&lt;br /&gt;y and i were walking around the shop looking for the right ones, but the prices were extremely high. none were less than 50 something.&lt;br /&gt;y and i: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;do you have anything in the 30 range?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;well i can arrange you couple of stalks of that flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (as she points out to this extremely ugly&amp;amp;normal looking one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;y and i: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so if we book today will it be ready for sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;yeah.. next sunday youre talking ab
