<?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-14335578</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:56:22.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-4781241045766028085</id><published>2009-06-16T19:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:16:33.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>It's raining for the second or third time today. I love it when it rains and I stay indoors, something about it makes me feel so cosy. Maybe it's because it makes me feel protected and sheltered. Results are out today and boyyyyyy am I glad I passed all! Alhamdulillah. Especially Grammar cuz atu yang tesangkut. And my grades are better this semester, managed to kick in a few Bs, and I can't bloody believe that I've got a C for my P.A. because I honestly thought that that would be the subject I would get the worst grade for. And of course to prove how hard I find Grammar (if you can believe it), I got a D but at least that's enough for me not to have to go through it again. It's not the usual grammar :s I love grammar in general but I guess that was a bit too deep even for me. Maybe it's because I just subconsciously know and use some of the rules but making myself aware of all those rules - whoa. That's all I have to say haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daymmn I can't believe it's already midmonth June. Time flies. I don't want the holidays to end! I kinda miss being a little more active intellectually (haha) but naah it's all good. I'm just happy I don't have to spend the rest of my holidays worrying/being anxious lagi. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking of the phrase "you are defined by the company you keep". Do you agree with that? I'm not sure if I agree completely.. I mean, what if you have a lot of friends and well, some of them may be notorious for having a certain rep or it may just be one (or a few) annoying personality issues.. do you still get judged by who you hangout with? I mean, unless you're a personality-sponge who just soaks up and is easily influenced by other people's principles (or lack thereof)..then that phrase might be true for you. I just don't like it when people are quick to judge (not that I have never been guilty of it too). I am not who I am with, I am still me and perhaps people just need to think less seriously about why people are friends with some people. I do have one pet peeve though when it comes to people-slash-friends; that is when they start to loose their own individuality and begin to what I call "similiarise" themselves with the other(s) so that's why you see in tight cliques they often talk alike, look alike, THINK alike.. and especially for the person who was being ripped off unbeknownst to her/himself, it can be frustrating. It bugs me like hell. Anyway I'm digressing! Back to the phrase, look at Serena and Blair of Gossip Girl, they don't even behave the same way what with Blair being the Queen Bitch (sorry Blair, but I love you) and Serena, well she's Serena. You don't have to judge someone by who they're friends with. In other words I think you can still be friends with a "bad person" as long as you keep your ground (and perhaps not to be tooo close). I'm not talking about anyone or anything or any situation specifically, just giving a slice of my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to get my hands on the last 2 episodes of Gossip Girl's Season 2. I cannot not watch the finale especially since No Doubt makes a cameo appearance in the form of a performance :D Okay that's not just the reason. Who watches a full season without watching the finale?! And I miss Supernatural. It's virtually a weekly ritual for me and the boyfriend. We finished watching the season 4 last month and it was a friggin cliffhanger. Anyone knows when Season 5 is going to appear? Hopefully sooon. Ayyt peeps I'm outt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-4781241045766028085?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4781241045766028085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=4781241045766028085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/4781241045766028085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/4781241045766028085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-5835524012079236984</id><published>2009-06-11T15:10:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:09:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Fondue, melts away ma blueess</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went with Jiah to send in her baju raya, WHICH REMINDS ME, I still have 2 baju rayas I haven't worn so yeayyy I only have to make one or two saja lagi. Wheww. Not really feeling anything for Raya this year since Hubby won't be here and Aunty Jeej and her fam will be going back to UK :( But I'm looking forward to puasa becaaaaause they'll be here (except hubby) and I love sungkai foodd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to check supplementary results and found out I didn't get any but that is still sooo scary :S Teeny also texted me this morning about it.. shit eh. I have written down the registration numbers of people who were listed to take supplementary exams. Nda banyak, just 4 people (not necessary for the same subjects). It seems the only subjects that are on for supplementary exams are Performance Analysis (the subject is hard, so no surprise there :S) and Language Acquisition. Perhaps I should post the registration numbers on the tesl blog if that'll help. I don't wanna think about it right now since stressing during my period is always 10 times worser. After that we went to relax at the beach to watch sunset (cis romantic nye).. 'twas serene and calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjDAKe2HXCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5IL2gn6Jg8c/s1600-h/10062009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345984044000042018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjDAKe2HXCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5IL2gn6Jg8c/s400/10062009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjDA1IG9TGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xDsJivsMx8s/s1600-h/10062009(002)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345984776631045218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjDA1IG9TGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xDsJivsMx8s/s400/10062009(002)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC7G2g9ysI/AAAAAAAAAOk/elJBPkPXQvM/s1600-h/10062009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345978484076169922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC7G2g9ysI/AAAAAAAAAOk/elJBPkPXQvM/s400/10062009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that met the boyfriend and he treated me with the Chocolate Fondue @Swensen's after a heavy sushi meal and it (the chocolate fondue) was soo goooood.. highly recommended. Watched Night at the Museum 2 afterwards, it wasn't 10/10 hilarious but there were some very funny scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bananaaa :D (before it was dipped in chocolate and nuts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC8LLk0kGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/d1hjMd-IR-s/s1600-h/10062009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345979657960591458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC8LLk0kGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/d1hjMd-IR-s/s400/10062009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today's birthday girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC4ajP7HhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uFmVWmknPPY/s1600-h/Alai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345975523966918162" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC4ajP7HhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uFmVWmknPPY/s400/Alai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alaiiiii!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday :D She is watching me blog right now but hopefully soon in the future she'll be able to read back :p Haha. Tadi I was groaning out in agony because of my cramps and she heard it, and she said to me, "Sakit pawut? Awwww.." lapas atu bemain tia. Haha thanks for the concern anyway little sister. Mikin tua mikin belabih, liat tah usulnya ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC5wxf4THI/AAAAAAAAAOU/l4xAZ2wAP3o/s1600-h/Picture+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345977005260688498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC5wxf4THI/AAAAAAAAAOU/l4xAZ2wAP3o/s320/Picture+85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: the picture below was taken under heavy supervision so as to avoid "accidents".. we were not abusing her (she put it on willingly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC2wSb5wJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tdz3C9gAPR0/s1600-h/IMG_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC4oXqQxmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KmL5mpm5VLM/s1600-h/04122008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345975761374332514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjC4oXqQxmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KmL5mpm5VLM/s320/04122008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjDBYcI-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8jUSpHyQLK4/s1600-h/IMG_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345985383303636226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjDBYcI-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8jUSpHyQLK4/s320/IMG_4093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap eh cramps ani :( It hurts but I don't like taking painkillers because I just don't want to make it a habit. Plus maybe it's a hint of what labour's going to be like. If this is just a hint, then labour's going to be a &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; worthwhile pain to give life. Hehe. Urgggghh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-5835524012079236984?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5835524012079236984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=5835524012079236984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5835524012079236984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5835524012079236984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/chocolate-fondue-melts-away-ma-blueess.html' title='Chocolate Fondue, melts away ma blueess'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjDAKe2HXCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5IL2gn6Jg8c/s72-c/10062009(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-8106082721351001330</id><published>2009-06-09T11:50:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:34:36.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'pore</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody, I guess it's time to post up some pics from kk and singapore since, well, since I haven't done so :p I'm just gonna post a few since there's a lot to upload and not everything is for everyone :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh Singapore was CRAZYYYY..the sale (GSS) has started already and there were discounts even up to 70% for the designer brands! We had to stand in a queue to get into a Gucci store :S You can find almost every hot brand there.. and of course I had to check out "JC" and "CL" (but I didn't find any "MB") and I think I died and went to heaven a little bit. I am so going to get dozens and dozens of pairs when I come back (and when I can afford them ALL! Haha one can dream). You know what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief many of the people there were just casually dressed and plus it was as humid as Brunei if not more disana :S So we went crazy (mostly hubby though) at the surfer style shops hehe. I'm gonna miss Subway, Burger King, 24-hour McDonalds, the Singapore laksa, Haagen Dazs, the amazing food stalls that offer various choices :( Sampat lagi stuff ourselves with Burger King at the airport before departure :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I can't BELIEVE we were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; close to watching the Pussycat Dolls' concert! Hubby told me while we were passing the Information Centre and it was advertised on the screen and we got all the info and where to get the tickets apa. Hubby was interested in getting the front tickets (ia tia plg mcm iski) hehe. Turns out it was that night jua, and kelurusan we were going to Sentosa jua that day so we didn't decide to buy it dulu since we might balik akhir from Sentosa and inda sampat. Then it turns out inda sampat banar, I was a bit bummed but Sentosa definitely made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCKH4CZAkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M6oMa4Y5Vhc/s1600-h/SNC10936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345924625594909250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCKH4CZAkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M6oMa4Y5Vhc/s400/SNC10936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The views are reaal nice when taking a walk at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCKq4yGeBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bVYWrHIFpig/s1600-h/SNC10939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345925227090442258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCKq4yGeBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bVYWrHIFpig/s400/SNC10939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCLlCL4RuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/IuamfIp030Y/s1600-h/SNC10940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345926226046895842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCLlCL4RuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/IuamfIp030Y/s400/SNC10940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day: continue shopping lol. Taking a break at one of the sidewalk benches with the fattest curry puff eeverrr (there was even a whole boiled egg in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCMAJPPnRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4lGQ1pgNzjg/s1600-h/SNC10946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345926691796524306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCMAJPPnRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4lGQ1pgNzjg/s400/SNC10946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take this..a National Geographic store haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCMLj40utI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UJwjdtYkwt0/s1600-h/SNC10954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345926887928806098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCMLj40utI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UJwjdtYkwt0/s400/SNC10954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to Sentosa - view from the MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCMaKegqAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WDRf9ZbdDQU/s1600-h/SNC10957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345927138805590018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCMaKegqAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WDRf9ZbdDQU/s400/SNC10957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si3tM9d7tkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EMnlpViCa14/s1600-h/SNC10958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345189139672970818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si3tM9d7tkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EMnlpViCa14/s400/SNC10958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si3ukJ1B1zI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jkYksiCUV4I/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345190637639685938" style="WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si3ukJ1B1zI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jkYksiCUV4I/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si3v0pHRTWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5ZLI4vYYIQ0/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345192020427230562" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si3v0pHRTWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5ZLI4vYYIQ0/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si30hZcIXYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BK3jsLisIEc/s1600-h/SNC10967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345197187360382338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si30hZcIXYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BK3jsLisIEc/s400/SNC10967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si31XBrrF8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8tuMO2jXSFc/s1600-h/SNC10968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345198108696057794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si31XBrrF8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8tuMO2jXSFc/s400/SNC10968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paths were fun and we even came across the Butterfly Garden but inda sampat gambar :( Then we reached the Cineblast where they had 4D movies, shiook! I didn't expect the water splashes, the seat moving haha and all the effects that came along with it. There was even one part where it actually did feel like the crabs in the movie were really pinching our feet. Apalagi beteriaklah..inda lagi peduli. We watched The Pirates and the Extreme Log Ride :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si35D2CdVkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7hPPBnofMpo/s1600-h/SNC10973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345202177199396418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/Si35D2CdVkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7hPPBnofMpo/s400/SNC10973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to the beach..there were three beaches; we skipped Tanjung Beach and went to Palawan Beach to hang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus on the way down to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCNAU-F3lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TVlxevWezbA/s1600-h/SNC10975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345927794457435730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCNAU-F3lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TVlxevWezbA/s400/SNC10975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This velvet blue peacock was walking around the beach sidewalk like nobody's business.. then I tried to get closer, it flew on top of the toilet's roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCNNSfjlwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g0yuVxx6RQQ/s1600-h/Peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345928017130788610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCNNSfjlwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g0yuVxx6RQQ/s400/Peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palawan Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCNui2U9-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/lEGUAA75u40/s1600-h/SNC10979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345928588456949730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCNui2U9-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/lEGUAA75u40/s400/SNC10979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCN_rnCncI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_UXz8RZVrKs/s1600-h/SNC10980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345928882866527682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCN_rnCncI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_UXz8RZVrKs/s400/SNC10980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCOQubsWNI/AAAAAAAAALE/gw6ODRpR2mk/s1600-h/SNC10982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345929175682013394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCOQubsWNI/AAAAAAAAALE/gw6ODRpR2mk/s400/SNC10982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Del Mar @Siloso Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCOeOj6Z3I/AAAAAAAAALM/49pLf7NOXVo/s1600-h/SNC10986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345929407644723058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCOeOj6Z3I/AAAAAAAAALM/49pLf7NOXVo/s400/SNC10986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCPc6or7aI/AAAAAAAAALU/bnCJtF3w16E/s1600-h/SNC10989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345930484627795362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCPc6or7aI/AAAAAAAAALU/bnCJtF3w16E/s400/SNC10989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCQJdCfp2I/AAAAAAAAALc/qNlO7lVD1hc/s1600-h/SNC10993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345931249777092450" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCQJdCfp2I/AAAAAAAAALc/qNlO7lVD1hc/s400/SNC10993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandcastle building competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCQilchPvI/AAAAAAAAALk/ozTpz9vWjCE/s1600-h/SNC10994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345931681530461938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCQilchPvI/AAAAAAAAALk/ozTpz9vWjCE/s400/SNC10994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at Siloso Beach..I look reddish despite SPF50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCQvZCXGmI/AAAAAAAAALs/qEmjOhtViVU/s1600-h/After+swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345931901537819234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCQvZCXGmI/AAAAAAAAALs/qEmjOhtViVU/s400/After+swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..to be continued :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-8106082721351001330?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8106082721351001330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=8106082721351001330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/8106082721351001330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/8106082721351001330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/spore.html' title='S&apos;pore'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCKH4CZAkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M6oMa4Y5Vhc/s72-c/SNC10936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-7322525612817855595</id><published>2009-05-31T00:32:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:34:07.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pics from KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Manhattan Fish Co. (not sure if that's the correct name &gt;.&lt;) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjClYYtDM9I/AAAAAAAAANk/h9hg824DWJ4/s1600-h/SNC10853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345954596055626706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjClYYtDM9I/AAAAAAAAANk/h9hg824DWJ4/s400/SNC10853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby checking out the map for 1Borneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjClOZJjWbI/AAAAAAAAANc/XoHhUSxYejE/s1600-h/SNC10855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345954424376482226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjClOZJjWbI/AAAAAAAAANc/XoHhUSxYejE/s400/SNC10855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight. One of the many dishes I love in KK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjClB4y3uOI/AAAAAAAAANU/-P51-rDWQdY/s1600-h/SNC10856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345954209532983522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjClB4y3uOI/AAAAAAAAANU/-P51-rDWQdY/s400/SNC10856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minitoons :p Marshmallows galore behind me to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCkwaxDuZI/AAAAAAAAANM/ADyWPW7no0Y/s1600-h/SNC10859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345953909414541714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCkwaxDuZI/AAAAAAAAANM/ADyWPW7no0Y/s400/SNC10859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we stayed - Mercure Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCiDrMnvSI/AAAAAAAAANE/3IPkflIvDTg/s1600-h/SNC10878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345950941707746594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCiDrMnvSI/AAAAAAAAANE/3IPkflIvDTg/s400/SNC10878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCh1oH6z2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/nB0tkR-1A2c/s1600-h/SNC10879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345950700364549986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCh1oH6z2I/AAAAAAAAAM8/nB0tkR-1A2c/s400/SNC10879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melted-chocolate donut with white chocolate shavings &amp;amp; Earl Grey tea - perfect afternoon tea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjChNWPdf_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zMzhifFkTQY/s1600-h/SNC10883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345950008369577970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjChNWPdf_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zMzhifFkTQY/s400/SNC10883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby about to gobble his "Alien" donut.. I think that's what it was called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCg72jicBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SZpokk60KMs/s1600-h/SNC10886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345949707806076946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCg72jicBI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SZpokk60KMs/s400/SNC10886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCgshKzMGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xf7GFputs1M/s1600-h/SNC10889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345949444367134818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCgshKzMGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xf7GFputs1M/s400/SNC10889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@New York New York Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCgKPCYb5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/IJ75Frn2CSo/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345948855384436626" style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCgKPCYb5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/IJ75Frn2CSo/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCfizGpbsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/27zpKO77lm8/s1600-h/SNC10901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345948177871236802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCfizGpbsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/27zpKO77lm8/s400/SNC10901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCfYEn4IrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_l7ImTodjig/s1600-h/SNC10904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345947993595454130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCfYEn4IrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_l7ImTodjig/s400/SNC10904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjaTASL2UaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0oMdE1q8AVs/s1600-h/SNC10905copy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347623240639861154" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjaTASL2UaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0oMdE1q8AVs/s400/SNC10905copy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCe013WaGI/AAAAAAAAAME/f-r7SQ6ENqo/s1600-h/SNC10906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345947388338399330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCe013WaGI/AAAAAAAAAME/f-r7SQ6ENqo/s400/SNC10906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Dome Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCblynCqRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QjXFRM5XFLU/s1600-h/SNC10912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345943831231768850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCblynCqRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QjXFRM5XFLU/s400/SNC10912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCbTzDCNKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/veq_FK79llE/s1600-h/SNC10915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345943522111534242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjCbTzDCNKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/veq_FK79llE/s400/SNC10915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much it that I wanna post; didn't really bother to take pictures at every single time and every single place :p Hope you guys who went/ are going to KK had/ will have a great time as we did :D Okay jua the shopping la..hubby had a great time at the shops where they sell watches and also bought a G-shock/Baby G matching set for us. Hehe yeay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you hubby :)&lt;/span&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/14335578-7322525612817855595?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7322525612817855595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=7322525612817855595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/7322525612817855595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/7322525612817855595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/kk.html' title='KK'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SjClYYtDM9I/AAAAAAAAANk/h9hg824DWJ4/s72-c/SNC10853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-6070851882328440200</id><published>2009-05-29T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:55:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacayy</title><content type='html'>Soooo KK was fun :) I don't know if it was me but it seems that it's a bit hotter there than here so I made sure I was wearing lotion with SPF30 at least :S I know the heat might not be that much for some but I really have low tolerance for day heat. We shopped mainly at 1Borneo, the stuff there is okay and pretty standard I guess in general but they don't really have much designer/high-end stuffs, if that's what you're looking for. But we did manage to find a lot to buy jua, after dozens of browsing and try ons. I LOVE the food at Manhattan Fish restaurant (I don't know if that's correct), nyaman jua lah :D I have pictures from kk but I can't post them now since it's in hubby's cam. Ooh sama the strawberry swirl hot chocolate with whip cream covered with marshmallows at New York New York, it's nice :) Naleh jua lah bejalan2 but as hubby said, "baru di kk". Keke. I alternated between heels and flats but I have to say the flats did a better job but I just hated being short :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night hungout with my L.I. babes since it's been a while we haven't done that. It was nice catching up with the girls and there was even a live PCD concert playing on the tv so it really made us quite nostalgic of the ol' dancing days hehe. Well, it's not THAT long ago plg but it really has been a while since our dancing rehearsals. The shows were fun in their own right but the dancing rehearsals were more fun since we get to goof off and make a fool of ourselves. Ahh well. Even though we're not as active as we were, we're still dancers, sampai tua kerepot pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi watched Monsters vs. Aliens since inda jadi watch Night at the Museum 2. The conclusion? Recommendable. Cali especially the character Bob, voiced by Seth Rogen (Mall Cop, Zack and Miri Make a Porn). You guys know what a funny man he is so you can imagine hehe. Bari garamatii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and mi amor confirmed tadi that our trip to Singapore will be on this Monday. Yeay! Hopefully it goes smoothly as per our KK trip. Except for the part where..nvm hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, happy belated anniversary to my hubby :D I love you, and I am grateful for everything :) That's all I wanna say disini. You know how I really feel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie peeps, gotta read cosmo now and then hit the hay. Did you know cats can have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? Those of you who have cats who incessantly clean their fur may have OCD. Haha and yeah, there's a treatment for it. Don't think it's available here though. Oh well. It's not like I have cats anyway (or ever going to have one...). Goodnight everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-6070851882328440200?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6070851882328440200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=6070851882328440200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6070851882328440200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6070851882328440200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacayy.html' title='vacayy'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-6754403305211438420</id><published>2009-05-19T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:00:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada2 saja~</title><content type='html'>Ada-ada saja~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh..udah kan blayar atu ada2 saja tia... kan damam tia.. gatal tia mata.. hahaha. I can't even shower tonight cuz I'm scared mikin panas. Plus the hairdresser told me not to wash my hair 2 days after treatment...my boyfriend brought me salon-ing yesterday and then ia pun ikut jua hair treatment hehe siuk ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for the digital thermometer all over the house..masa nda beguna, ada ia ampai2. Dua lagi tu. Ani both nowhere to be seen. Oh and I just realised I'll probably miss American Idol finals tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.. crappity crap. Hopefully I get to catch it somehow :p I want Adam to win! I don't really like Kris =/ (sorry Kris' fans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm my little sister is hanging around my room right now. I know she's sucking up to me because she wants the chocolate on my table. Hahaha. Gtg dulu, byeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-6754403305211438420?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6754403305211438420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=6754403305211438420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6754403305211438420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6754403305211438420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/ada2-saja.html' title='Ada2 saja~'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-3015696472731855708</id><published>2009-05-19T09:14:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:51:53.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking a pic two hours before my second last exam (sampat lagi begambar tu):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337363919336645522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIgNMEMI5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/eT73LQ1_h8E/s320/11052009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hola! Tis the season to be jolly tralalalala, lalalala. Exams are OUT and hols are IN! Every day's a weekend now, for about 3 months. Last weekend I went to Miri with the usual miri-trip-gang, the boyfriend, his sister and his sister's boyfie. Flo kan ikut tapi I couldn't partner her up with anyone (his brothers are both underaged hahaha). Besides I don't think she was serious..was she? Haha. I think next time I should alternate between flats and heels, because wearing flats for the whole day pun mcm sangal jua. Mostly just jalan2 and liat if there's anything eye-catching. Oh yeah and there were health checkpoints at both the Miri and Brunei immigrations, nothing scary, just asking health questions and checking the body temperature (it lasts about 3 minutes I think, depends how many people are there). Apparently, after balik from Miri, the Brunei immigration will ask if you've stayed bemalam in Miri; if you did, I think they'll ask more questions. So I think it's wise not to stay overnight in Miri (or any other places that might be risky..not that I'm saying Miri is risky) while this Swine flu's still on rampage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337365532288708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIhrEx7bpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hzYO_iVEhKE/s320/DSCN0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The yellow forms we had to fill in before getting into Miri. If you can see further, the car in front of us is being checked by a man wearing a mask. Talk about causing anxiety :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still, I'm going to KK with mi amor tomorrow. Haven't started packing for this trip, soon after blogging lah. Pagi lagi the flight tu esok :S And I think I feel signs of having a cold :S My nose feels a bit stuffy and I'm scared it'll trigger off a fever. I'll be sure to down litres of water today. The culprit's probably my irregular sleep pattern and my lack of exercising these past few days (it's been about 1 and 1/2 weeks since my last yoga..if slalu exercise mcm mikin buntu plg rasanya if baru skajap inda exercise..why is that?). Oh well I'll get better with vitamin c + water + yogalates (if nda rushing) later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..I've also missed the TESL post-exam AMBUYAT dinner last week due to the Miri trip, too bad! Too bad cuz I, am an ambuyat freak and also, last time I didn't get to join the TESL sungkai thingy either, oh AND I missed out the picture session which is not tragic plg but nevertheless~ I could see from the pics that some others were missing too. Hopefully next time I can make it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Push' last night and okay jua lah cetanya. It's just that some parts of the movie weren't explained and were just sorta "there" for us to make our own assumptions. Ada some funny parts especially the part where Dakota Fanning (basar ia sudah) was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being drunk, we were 100% sober when taking these pics at Coffee Bean (supposedly revising for our first exam and while waiting for lia &amp;amp; tini):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started with a decent picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShISCYi1N1I/AAAAAAAAACs/m2dMBnOWgiE/s1600-h/Picture+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337348340545042258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShISCYi1N1I/AAAAAAAAACs/m2dMBnOWgiE/s320/Picture+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we got all cheesy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366279072170706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIiWiw-wtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AetLtr6BNlE/s320/Snapshot_20090505_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;..and extra cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350444964576882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIT84Hi_nI/AAAAAAAAADE/hBBHrDoK3xw/s320/Snapshot_20090505_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minnie Mouse headwear + confetti that sprinkles out of them is the IN thing right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337351231989957250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIUqsBBQoI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhVm2J1V3dQ/s320/Snapshot_20090505_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beyond this point..I don't know how to explain the pictures anymore except for sheer retardedness and craziness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337352271572396674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIVnMwyaoI/AAAAAAAAADc/y-YcyuYv5zU/s320/Snapshot_20090505_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cone head and bulb head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353323675822210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIWkcJyqII/AAAAAAAAADk/Uc4icRLmP_Q/s320/Snapshot_20090505_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jiah with her supersized asset:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353989096558162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIXLLCdTlI/AAAAAAAAADs/TYU8dLvhUAE/s320/Snapshot_20090505_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we were balls, we would look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355589901611586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIYoWgH8kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SLE--WjQKDM/s320/Snapshot_20090505_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the zooooone:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337356346871675874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIZUab2e-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yeRoiRFafIM/s320/Snapshot_20090505_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337356707554809938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIZpaFaWFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2JjH6zR2QII/s320/Snapshot_20090505_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337356942498796962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIZ3FUbFaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/e8ESXe37G84/s320/Snapshot_20090505_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337357625940977090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIae3VvJcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iOoP0JU_dKQ/s320/Snapshot_20090505_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337358076329341778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIa5FKsM1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/XC2ZxELdDVI/s320/Snapshot_20090505_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Siamese Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337358298824827154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIbGCBv4RI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nz62yNVBxf0/s320/Snapshot_20090505_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337358629647803410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIbZScF5BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xEqajtykgjk/s320/Snapshot_20090505_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337359574950118770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIcQT9uhXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p9j1zEYlimk/s320/Snapshot_20090505_26.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The above picture reminds me of Mort from Madagascar hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337359939078226674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIclgcogvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GfKb3z0Bklc/s320/mort.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337360256016292514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIc39IjmqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/stGCf7CSGVo/s320/Snapshot_20090505_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337360465831746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIdEKwdWxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rmNGgeYKqvM/s320/Snapshot_20090505_32.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337360709985108850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIdSYTKA3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/O0Q10TmMDZM/s320/Snapshot_20090505_34.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337361044381640738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIdl2BgKCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DzJdj5i977k/s320/Snapshot_20090505_33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's fun to make fun of ourselves and to just let go once in a while :D It was refreshing! These pictures still make me laugh.. SAKIT PARUT kami ketawa di coffee bean. Mcm nda sadar lagi ada org lain. How could you not laugh? Hahaha. Ayt peeps, have a great holiday (for the UBDians) and stay healthy ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-3015696472731855708?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3015696472731855708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=3015696472731855708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/3015696472731855708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/3015696472731855708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-exam-update.html' title='Post-exam update'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/ShIgNMEMI5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/eT73LQ1_h8E/s72-c/11052009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-3433749717597286568</id><published>2009-04-30T15:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:22:55.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam fever</title><content type='html'>HI ya'll! I normally don't even bother to inform that I'm on hiatus [what with all the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;family functions&lt;/span&gt; (every week ada function; thankfully it's on his side mostly so if it were on my side..Idk what I'd do, I'd probably end up neglecting my notes..gossiping with my cousins is way too tempting to pass up), spending as much time as I can with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mi amor&lt;/span&gt; while he's still here, and oh yeah, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;revising...or at least my APPROXIMATION of revising&lt;/span&gt;], soooo I won't have to state the obvious here but I found this funny advert while reading a magazine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(during my study break, I swear I wasn't straying off...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit blurry but the tagline says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"This pad crams more than you do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/qeelz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Always" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/qeelz/Untitled-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..tia karaaang. These pads soak up in less than two hours on my first days &lt;em&gt;whereas&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if my brain were a pad&lt;/span&gt;, I bet it can be used for the whooole day of my first day of period (and they're very heavy). Ohh I can't believe it's already Thursday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;more days to my first paper. I am in dire need of a good vacay! Hawaii..or something close to it. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sun, fun, clear azure waters, coconut juice and sleeping in hammocks. With the right people/person :)&lt;/span&gt; And I wanna, no, I need to, go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;! But I think on top of my priority list should be &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;a trip to the salon&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and T, you and I, pizza/pasta date, SOON, because I miss pigging out on pizza and lasagna and extra extra tabasco sauce! Actually baru hariatu I ate but now tesliur tia lagi. Btw J..if you're reading this, bawakan balik orang Bajau when you go this Sat. Haha notttt. Sighh miss hanging out with them l.i. babes! Lama sudah. Bah back to revising now, I can't say this revising thing is going successfully, I still have to remind myself that &lt;u&gt;this is REVISION WEEK NOT VACATION WEEK&lt;/u&gt;. Waaaa. Bah, this break is over-extended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck &amp;amp; stay sane =)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-3433749717597286568?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3433749717597286568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=3433749717597286568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/3433749717597286568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/3433749717597286568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/exam-fever.html' title='Exam fever'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-6846565154683587221</id><published>2009-04-21T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:39:23.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments and Me</title><content type='html'>Stay awake Qilah... staaaayy.. awaaaake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11:08pm and I'm up doing some work with J and I am really, really sleepy. I'm rarely awake past 10pm nowadays, I guess it means that I just need more sleep for being a bit more drained than usual.. but then again, I'm not stressed out or anything, just been having a lot more activity recently.. like RUNNING AROUND GETTING MY BLUE FORM SETTLED AND ALL.. I have yet to take my green form since they said they still need to change some things (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. I miss my Ewan. Been caught up with classes and workload but I'm glad he understands :))) Rindu sajaa :( Oh yeah..tadi nada class rupanya, but I needed to go to uni anyway to check up on my blue/green form. And I couldn't get my green tea from the vending machine! I was so damn thirsty from all the walking around + the heat (anyone noticed how frickin' hot it was this morning?? I showered 3 times today and almost took another one but I decided I had more important things to do than shower 4 times)..anyway but the vending machine decided to be a ______ (a word also used for female dogs). Haha lame but yeah it's 11.31 now so what do you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After uni went to J's for discussion, did manage to finish up something at least, but passed out right after :p Yes, I fell asleep. Konon kan relax skajap on her bed skali next thing I knew, zzzzzz. I woke up to the sound of J fervently typing and from what I could make out it looked like she was blogging, so I guessed she'd be including something about me being sprawled over her bed and dozing off mcm nda sadar lagi :p Awu lalah ku jeng~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thank god, I can sleep now. Blogging was stimulating but now I'm off to bed. Hopefully I'll be fresh and more coherent next time I update :p Goodnight everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-6846565154683587221?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6846565154683587221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=6846565154683587221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6846565154683587221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6846565154683587221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/assignments-and-me.html' title='Assignments and Me'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-2307476866262378496</id><published>2009-04-17T13:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:22:14.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been doing my P.A. assignment since midday, but now I'm taking a short break. I know my brain's overheated when I keep fading in and out of concentration in rapid succession. Lalala..mm I love hot tea. I still have to decide which two electives I'm going to take next semester. My options are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;New Literatures in English&lt;/span&gt; (I love literature..but we'll see)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Translation: Theory and Practice&lt;/span&gt; (this sounds fun)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Introduction to Professional Communication&lt;/span&gt; (ooh sounds nice)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Functional Systemic Grammar&lt;/span&gt; (note to self: keep away from this)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;English Language in Southeast Asia&lt;/span&gt; (could be interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like such a geek when I coloured the texts lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I love literature, but I'm not sure what New Literatures would cover. I am considering it, but I'll to have to probe for more details. Translation sounds good too, I wonder if it's going to be about translating in general instead of in terms of English-Malay translation. If it's the former, I'll be more interested. If it's the latter...mm Idk. Malay + me = not so reliable. But my Malay is okay plg. Just not interested if it's just going to be Eng-Mal translation. If we get to learn to translate in French apa okay jua since I think it'll be more beneficial, job-wise. But I don't think so haha cuz I think that's what the Language Centre is for. Speaking of, I should continue &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Intermediate Spanish&lt;/span&gt; next year =/ Sayang jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Professional Communication pun macam siuk. I just hope it won't be so...frigid =/ I mean, Professional Communication as in..how to communicate with others in a professional setting? =S Useful plg tu untuk kraja nanti. Or not~ Well I guess if you work in Public Relations or something haha ntah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I gotta weigh in the pros and cons of each electives so as to help me decide, and I gotta do it by Sat cuz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the final registration date, I think. I just found out that the uni admin &lt;em&gt;regularly&lt;/em&gt; send you emails that you can check through your elibrary homepage. Hahaha. It's amazing, ever since the new VC came in, suddenly the uni's not so dead anymore. On Wed 22nd there'll be a "Career Talk and Job Opportunities Session" at the Lecture Theatre, Chancellor Hall at 1.30 pm. It specifically said "to all 2nd, 3rd, and final year students" plg. So I guess if anyone's interested, just come on the date and at the place mentioned. If I'm rajin, and if the rest of the Angels are going, maybe I'll go :p Times have changed, and with the ever-changing/evolving job market demands, it's interesting to know jua what else is possibly out there for you once you get out of uni, aside from the obvious (which I don't know if I'll take that path).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh omg I gotta prepare my stuff for the function later! Later guys xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-2307476866262378496?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2307476866262378496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=2307476866262378496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2307476866262378496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2307476866262378496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-doing-my-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-461811181210403682</id><published>2009-04-16T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:53:10.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up wisconsinnnn</title><content type='html'>What's up wisconsinnnnn. 3 assignments and 1 presentation left :D Though I could've striked out that presentation by now since it was supposed to be done about 2 weeks ago. Hmm bored ku eh blogging ani haha. I don't feel productive doing it anyway since I don't like to express my feelings, thoughts and what's been going on much out publicly jua. I mean I do, but just you know, nothing at a deeper level (well, for now that is). Plus, don't you just hate it when you notice some people are imitating on what you write/say etc and how you write/ say etc things..? And sooner or later they'll be talking/ acting like a second rate version of you. I don't know why it annoys me, but it's just bloody annoying. I'm &lt;em&gt;severely&lt;/em&gt; allergic to copycats. So why do I keep this blog anyway? Well I guess everything has its use. Like maybe to share good vids like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/qeelz/are_you_going_to_finish_strong.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt forwarded me this touching video through email. This guy has no arms, no legs, but his willpower to go through life is amazing and inspiring. In the video he uses the action of picking himself up (literally) as a metaphor to show you how to pick yourself up and keep on trying no matter how big the obstacle is or how difficult your life is right now. He uses something that some people view as a major disadvantage and turns it around and makes it something completely inspirational. &lt;strong&gt;Watch this if you feel uninspired&lt;/strong&gt; =) p.s. um andangnya for the first few 10 seconds he goofs around with the beatboxing, but then he gets deep. Lapas atu ada tia that cheesy touching music background, but just ignore that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;On a completely way-off and not to mention &lt;strong&gt;DEPRESSING&lt;/strong&gt; topic, the &lt;u&gt;timetable draft for the exams&lt;/u&gt; are out already :S Mine goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Language acquisition, 2pm, 6th May&lt;br /&gt;2. Language development IV, 9am, 9th May&lt;br /&gt;3. Bilingualism, 2pm, 11th May&lt;br /&gt;4. P. A., 2pm, 12th May&lt;br /&gt;5. Grammar, 2pm, 13th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly any breaks in between =O &lt;em&gt;Shiaaatz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've gotta finish up my P.A. assignment, but I'm still waiting for Jiah to come online to discuss it further. Well. I didn't ask her to go online plg. Cuz I want to have dinner and everything dulu but instead here I am still yakking away in my blog :p Emm oh yeahhh. Esok ada function at the bf's house. All I can say is it's going to be a very happy occassion :D I've never been to an occasion of this kind before so I'm looking forward to help around and see how it actually goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm positive that I've got a pending exercise for Saturday's Grammar tutorial though I can't remember where I've put the worksheet..it's somewhere around here in my room. Not that my room's messy (but I can never seem to make my bed every morning. It seems pointless.) Ahh thank God it's the weekend, at least it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) there's one more week of school left&lt;br /&gt;b) deadlines are decreasing and getting more sparse (of course I have to submit the work to get the pressure off)&lt;br /&gt;c) time to relax and have fun and be my age (I'm &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;not over turning 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but it also means that exams are getting nearer. *gulps* But if I get cracking (after the weekend lah) there won't be any need to stress out. And after exams, ultimate freedommmmmmmmmmm + vacayyyyyy :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* I'm off to eat and shower, before I fail to resist my desire to sleep. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-461811181210403682?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/461811181210403682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=461811181210403682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/461811181210403682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/461811181210403682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-up-wisconsinnnn.html' title='what&apos;s up wisconsinnnn'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-2578952334264899315</id><published>2009-04-12T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:36:06.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>Aku suka this song playing in my blog =( I leave my blog open just so I could listen to it balik2 and because I'm too lazy to download it. When I die, I want this song to play over and over on the day of my funeral. I mean before all the doa2 and everything of course. Anyhoo on a more important note - turns out the boyfriend came home TODAY! Aaaaaaaaah I was so shocked tadi when he called me but it was his sister speaking on the phone. I'm like eh, cemana buleh nonoi pakai tipunnya ani..unless,she's there on the ship (haha) or...he's on land!! Hahah. Bengang berabis tadi and it took a while for it to sink in. Skali he got on the phone and I was yelling at him because he didn't tell me he was coming home today, tapi he reminded me that last time I was the one who said next time don't tell me when you're coming home, just surprise me. Haha and so he listened. But that was because that time ia nda jadi turun! He was supposed to come home 2 weeks ago sudah. But nvm, he's home now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padantah the sis bawa liat wayang. Rupanya he'll be there too :p So yeahh I'm supposed to get ready now but I'm only half ready. My hair's still wet but I promised you guys I'll update this today soo nahh. Haha. AND I've finished my presentation notes and slides for tomorrow! I'm so happy with myself. There are some things I gotta add though, but it can wait after the movie :) Hope F&amp;amp;F4 is as good as everyone says it is. Actually, I don't even remember watching the previous ones, hahaha. Oh well. God I'm so nervous to meet him. It always feels like that after months of not seeing him, but I know that a minute after seeing him we'll hit it right where we left off. Hee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay enough gushing. Gimme a break waah..I haven't seen him in months. Haha. Hope you people will have a nice ending to your weekend too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-2578952334264899315?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2578952334264899315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=2578952334264899315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2578952334264899315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2578952334264899315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-3064344125593090580</id><published>2009-04-12T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:03:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain dead</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps :) It's been a while since I've blogged. As usual, been busy with a lot of things :S Anyway I'm here now, but I don't have much to say except that I've finally changed my layout and everything and I'm quite pleased with it :D I'm really tired now, and tomorrow I have a movie date with me boyfriend's sibs :D I am finally going to watch Fast and Furious 4! I was supposed to watch it with hubby but since he gave his sister the greenlight to bring me to watch it, all's good hehe. But I still feel bad that he's not watching it with me :( Oh well. You'll come home soon right sayang? But anyway, still waiting for the movie-date confirmation. So anywayyy..godd..my brain is SOO not functioning properly right now..I can't really think of what else to say but I know there's some stuffs I wanted to say, but I guess it can wait til tomorrow. I think I need to go to bed and update this tomorrow 0_0 Later guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my boyfriend :( I want him hoooooome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"No one else will have me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No one else will have me, only you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-3064344125593090580?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3064344125593090580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=3064344125593090580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/3064344125593090580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/3064344125593090580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-dead.html' title='Brain dead'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-8874433223237579317</id><published>2008-12-27T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:03:31.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Parodies</title><content type='html'>The Twilight Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="480" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="270" width="480" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12700"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7144"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.take180.com/player/Take180Player.swf?xmlLocation=/s/bx/ep5l7&amp;amp;links=true"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.take180.com/player/Take180Player.swf?xmlLocation=/s/bx/ep5l7&amp;amp;links=true"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value="http://www.take180.com"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.take180.com/player/Take180Player.swf?xmlLocation=/s/bx/ep5l7&amp;links=true" width="480" height="270" base="http://www.take180.com" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.take180.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Take180.com" src="http://www.take180.com/badge/bl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eefdff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" width="341"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.take180.com/badge/b1e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.take180.com/s/The_Twilight_Before_Christmas/ep5l7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="view" src="http://www.take180.com/badge/b3i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="480" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="270" width="480" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12700"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7144"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.take180.com/player/Take180Player.swf?xmlLocation=/s/bx/bprmn&amp;amp;links=true"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.take180.com/player/Take180Player.swf?xmlLocation=/s/bx/bprmn&amp;amp;links=true"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value="http://www.take180.com"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.take180.com/player/Take180Player.swf?xmlLocation=/s/bx/bprmn&amp;links=true" width="480" height="270" base="http://www.take180.com" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.take180.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Take180.com" src="http://www.take180.com/badge/bl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eefdff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" width="341"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.take180.com/badge/b1e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.take180.com/s/Dimlight/bprmn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="view" src="http://www.take180.com/badge/b3i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight parodies. Hahahahahah you gotta watch it. LMAO &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"How can I catch it! You threw it on my feet!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-8874433223237579317?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8874433223237579317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=8874433223237579317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/8874433223237579317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/8874433223237579317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-parodies.html' title='Twilight Parodies'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-5269658897911541509</id><published>2008-12-25T17:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:36:29.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>randommm. I like the 2009 version of msn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283656917510032578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SVNR-PM4jMI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y1C0em4Q2xY/s400/Print+screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dapat buat dynamic picture :D And you can even have these so-called 'scenes'. Prettyyy. Hahaha. Sorry haven't been updating. I prefer to do other things, frankly 0=) I don't know, seems like this blog is just for the sake of it heheh. I'm more of a blog-randomly person than a blog-about-my-daily-life person, unless I'm bored out of my pants and just type whatever it is I can think of *points to post below*. Or there's some important announcement or something. Dudidudidu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is the 26th. Regardless of all the shitty stuff,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but no, I won't forget the fat ugly disgusting whore, whose personality is even more disgusting that it would make Paris Hilton shine like Mother Teresa. And no, I won't apologise for saying that she's a fat ugly whore.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's been 2 years. Well, not yet though, but in about 6 more hours. =o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New Year is also coming soonnnn, school is starting soon, supplements are already out! I haven't checked. Soon lah. I'm finding the best day for me to go there at a calm state so I won't freak out and have a meltdown (in case there's a reason to). I had a dream last night, and it was weird and creepy but when I think about it now, it made me laugh. It was about Jiah and I in her car, it was nighttime and we were lost somewhere in a forest and then we were stuck halfway through because there were trees covering the road. Then suddenly the radio blasted out the countdown for New Year, and we had to spend New Year's eve countdown in Jiah's car. What was THAT about??? Hahaha. And the other night I dreamt that Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera came to my surprise birthday party (according to that dream, they were part of the surprise) -_- I can understand Britney, but why Christina? Yeargh. Cubatah Hayley (Paramore) kah or Shirley Manson (Garbage) or Lacey Mosley (Flyleaf) kahhh. It was hilariously ridiculous, and my birthday's not til March lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss Wa'ie already. Bring me back the goodiessss I want ahhhh :D :D :D (I doubt he's reading this. Blah. I'll just paste this to him later lol).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to that certain someone, see you online tonight ;) Or else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-5269658897911541509?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5269658897911541509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=5269658897911541509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5269658897911541509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5269658897911541509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SVNR-PM4jMI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y1C0em4Q2xY/s72-c/Print+screen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-2402001109038452170</id><published>2008-12-11T14:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:26:25.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight, tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SUC8bhiVc8I/AAAAAAAAACc/l9zvQLT6vOM/s1600-h/Prom.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight%20prom%20gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Twilight gif Carlita Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h130/buff_gurl06/Prom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SUC5WM5ofHI/AAAAAAAAACM/XiOnyzJHays/s1600-h/b%26e3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422554349436018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SUC5WM5ofHI/AAAAAAAAACM/XiOnyzJHays/s400/b%26e3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AAAAAaaahh!!! Twilight movie premier tonightttt. I can hardly wait. I'm deliberating on whether I should go all out with the vampire look but the vampires in Meyer's book hardly bare any fangs or those cliched vampire outfits (leather jackets, umm..yeah that's pretty much all I can come up with right now). Just kidding haha. Besides, Meyer's vampires are hardly outside the normal (in terms of appearance)..except for the fact that they're drop dead gorgeous; and, the ominous white skin. I wonder how I'd look like if I'm dead. Is there a tanned vampire? Haha I've never been this excited since the movie adaptation of Anne Rice's version of the living dead in "Queen of the Damned". Lestat :D *shares a secret glance with the boyfriend* ehe inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is excited about the premier too but I haven't told her that I'm bringing her along to watch it with me and she's pretty bummed about not knowing whether she's going or not. Hahahaha. I planned to tell her later, until I heard my mom yakking about it to her just now. Anywayyy gtg, nasi goreng and chicken salad are waiting for meee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415868493624914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SUCzRCJY9lI/AAAAAAAAACE/rMcwr0cwFJE/s400/say+it.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-2402001109038452170?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2402001109038452170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=2402001109038452170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2402001109038452170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2402001109038452170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-tonight.html' title='Twilight, tonight'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SUC5WM5ofHI/AAAAAAAAACM/XiOnyzJHays/s72-c/b%26e3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-2970232692803270074</id><published>2008-12-10T00:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:57:40.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family affair</title><content type='html'>God today - I mean yesterday (it's 1am already??) was hectic. It was practically a family affair. Been layan-ing my incessantly babbling cousins who can't seem to stop cracking me up with their stupid jokes and random behaviour. Like when we were all in the elevator and this other guy who was also in the elevator with us said something about "...deny..." and then Waie, who thought it was one of us was talking, just automatically asked: "What denyyy?" And the guy just gave him a weird look. Lol palui it was hard keeping a straight face throughout the time we were in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went out to get &lt;strong&gt;Eclipse &lt;/strong&gt;and I'm ecstatic to start &lt;em&gt;(okay, you got me, I'm obviously addicted now)&lt;/em&gt;. Then went to watch them cuzzies play footie against..idk but that was boring &lt;em&gt;(what? I'm being honest). &lt;/em&gt;Afterwards we (the cuzzies) went out for a movie, &lt;strong&gt;Quarantine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(finally!)&lt;/em&gt; and I'm glad I hadn't read any spoilers of it prior to watching that movie - that would be &lt;em&gt;totally annoying&lt;/em&gt; if I knew when the scary parts are :S It was okay... and, as expected, &lt;strong&gt;I kept screaming my head off so much that my throat hurts after the movie&lt;/strong&gt;. Kaka was there too, so screamer + screamer = more "energetic" screams =O But it felt so good to scream. Works better than oom shanti shanti, if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already booked tickets for &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;, it just took all of my willpower not to get excited in the middle of the cineplex just watching the trailer. Hahahaha nadawah. Jeez you guys really think I'm that addicted kaaa. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, maybe a little&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Edward Cullen is ridiculous. And I saw &lt;strong&gt;Underworld: Rise of the Lycans&lt;/strong&gt;' trailer too, and, as my boyfriend said, too bad Kate Beckinsale isn't in it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I sigh every time I remember that I can't watch these vampire/werewolf movies with the one person who is equally into movies like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - who else but my boyfriend. It's &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; that they're released when he's away. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grrrr.&lt;/span&gt; I know when the romantic scenes pop out between Edward and Bella, I'll miss him even more. &lt;strong&gt;Grrrrrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi kaka complimented Lehin's driving &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gags*. &lt;/span&gt;I don't know why, but I swear I wasn't trying to steal the spotlight, but I said: "qil barui lesen tadi. Setahun panya sudah qilah blesen haha". And then they all said in unison: "*silence* ... &lt;em&gt;EYOOOooooo!!! (Kaka: "mau lagi tu steal the thunder!)"&lt;/em&gt; hahaha urgh I hate it when they all gang up on me like that :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all. Was just blogging to fill up my time while trying my luck if the boyfriend would come online &lt;em&gt;(Rhetorical question: do you seriously think I'd write all this random-nities just for the sake of blogging?)&lt;/em&gt; but, knowing his workload, I &lt;em&gt;more than&lt;/em&gt; understand. When you read this, hubby - well, just wanna say I love you and I'm missing you to the point of imagining Edward is you when I'm reading the book (I think you know that). Hahahaha. Kesian kan your girlfriend? Nyeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-2970232692803270074?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2970232692803270074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=2970232692803270074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2970232692803270074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2970232692803270074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-affair.html' title='Family affair'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-5616190050151334317</id><published>2008-12-06T11:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:32:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that exams are finally over – three days ago, in fact – I’ve resorted to nothing but bumming at home; I’ve finished Twilight 2 days ago and it was in done in the course of three days straight (and, if you do the math correctly – that includes the day before and the day on my last exam =S I’m so bad.) I’ve started on New Moon. I don’t think I’ll get over this story, like, ever. Who can resist a vampire romance? Especially not me. I’ve always been intrigued by vampires. There's something about blood, fangs, and supernatural powers mixed together that makes me lust over vampires (and they never fail to be ridiculously good looking - at least in the movies and in my imagination). And they live forever, and they're forever young. I want :( I'm scared of growing old. But anyway, I've already got my own vampire to love and lust for :[ I found this pic of him, taken last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276521650872831890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/STn4fDnuz5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pwpw3ef-CTo/s320/vampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm :) Enough vampire lusting. Other than that, just the random going out for drinks with the usual suspect :p How I wish we have those sophisticated looking karaoke places you can easily find in Singapore, with the comfort of having spacious private rooms. Aww and I miss playing rock band with my boyfriend and his sibs :( I should drop by one of these days to say hi and all but I think they’re going for vacay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to play go kart last night but the torrential rain had put a damper on that one. So went out with a cuz last night along with J and initially, we wanted to watch Quarantine, and we bought the tickets and all, but then a confusing chain of events followed: first we bought tickets for Quarantine, then it was cancelled because a vip was coming and wanted to watch something else. The tickets were refunded, plus we were offered a free movie, so we chose Bolt. Then they offered us to watch the yet-to-be-released Transporter 3, so we enthusiastically agreed. Then when we got our free tickets, it was labeled Quarantine instead of Transporter 3. When we came in, expecting Quarantine, Transporter 3 was shown instead. Hahaha whatever the hell was going on, I’m just glad it was free and Transporter 3 turned out to be good though there were some unrealistic scenes and a bit too much bomb explosions for my liking (but what else do you expect from that genre of movie?). Best of all, previously I did have second thoughts about watching Quarantine soo at least I didn’t have to go home scared cuz I was driving home alone. I just don’t like movies that use a lot of that long dreadful silence where you know something bad is gonna happen and then BAM! Something appears that gives you a heart attack. But of course I was scared driving home alone anyway (it was 1.30 when the movie finished) so I got jiah on the phone to distract me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276553131482169922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/SToVHeB4QkI/AAAAAAAAABc/MG9yd6jMBG8/s200/Picture+73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should wrap this up, toodlessss :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. It's good to hear from you sweetheart. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/14335578-5616190050151334317?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5616190050151334317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=5616190050151334317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5616190050151334317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5616190050151334317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-that-exams-are-finally-over-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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/_pBQD9Q9WPd8/STn4fDnuz5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pwpw3ef-CTo/s72-c/vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335578.post-4728634963250896432</id><published>2008-11-29T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:16:54.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Have a safe trip love. I miss you, and I love you. My heart feels heavy like lead; but, we'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-4728634963250896432?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4728634963250896432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=4728634963250896432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/4728634963250896432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/4728634963250896432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-7622606940697591008</id><published>2008-11-26T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:55:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Hate This Part"</title><content type='html'>I just found out that PCD has released a videoclip for "I Hate This Part" :p Guess who informed me about the release of this vid? My boyfriend. Hahaha. Not because he's into their music or anything (not even close!), but because... he knows I love PCD :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EREwldyMepM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EREwldyMepM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-7622606940697591008?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7622606940697591008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=7622606940697591008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/7622606940697591008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/7622606940697591008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-this-part.html' title='&quot;I Hate This Part&quot;'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-2023591102087869328</id><published>2008-11-26T04:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:38:37.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy issues</title><content type='html'>The idea of someone I don't trust reading my blog and having a peek at my personal life is freaking me out. I'm gonna do something about it soon; but for now I'm off to sleep as it's 4:37 am. Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-2023591102087869328?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2023591102087869328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=2023591102087869328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2023591102087869328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/2023591102087869328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/privacy-issues.html' title='Privacy issues'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-6621811358977719949</id><published>2008-11-21T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:32:20.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you seek amy</title><content type='html'>2nd Dec - Brit's new album is going to be released! I'm sexcitedddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6o_KycDznkU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6o_KycDznkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit that Britney is one of my all-time favourite artist, and I've loved Britney ever since "Baby One More Time" came out (and I've always loved her dance) and despite all the shitty things she's been through and whatever it is that people think about people who listen to Britney (because, apparently, anyone who listens to Britney deserves an eye-roll, at least), I still listen to her, album to album. So what? Sue me. And it's not like just because I listen to her, I'm restrained to that genre of music. Sooo the fact that I'm excited over her upcoming "Circus" album should come as no surprise to you :D I've discovered that one of her tracks is called "if you seek amy" and I've put it on my msn nick...until the boyfriend noticed and suddenly asked me to change my nick because turns out, it means something very kinky :p &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In that case, it's meant for you, love ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-6621811358977719949?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6621811358977719949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=6621811358977719949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6621811358977719949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6621811358977719949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-seek-amy.html' title='if you seek amy'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-9137224494567688426</id><published>2008-11-15T11:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:13:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello weekend ;)</title><content type='html'>Hello weekend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erkkk sorry J darls, I've watched Madagscar 2 sudah Thursday night :p I can always watch it a second time with you...and a third time...but maybe not for the fourth time :p Si Mort gila sudah hahaha. I love Mort! He used to be so cute but now yes he's still cute but a little wacky haha. There was this part (this won't be a spoiler - I think) where he said "why am I laughing?!" &lt;-- and it reminded me of myself when I had a serious car accident a few weeks ago and my first reaction was to burst out laughing :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy enough about Madagascar, you know you should watch it :) Last night I was supposed to do my language issues assignment and I did like, 5% of it? Then got distracted by Rock Band and Guitar Hero hahaha. I sang while the bf played the drums and then we switched (I knew he could sing well!). Later he stopped playing and because I was so into it, I continued to play lagi and moved on to the guitar. I think I prefer singing/ playing the drums :p Payah the guitar, but I think I'll get the hang of it with further practice :D Got exhausted after playing for like, 3 hours?? And then went to rest without finishing my assignment. Oh and J did text me about planning an L.I. hangout last night but I couldn't make it (as I was supposed to do my assignment, which I got distracted from -_-) hehe so maybe tonight? Well that's it for now, gotta do my LAST ASSIGNMENT OF THE SEMESTER so I can enjoy my weekend for real :D Yeahayy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-9137224494567688426?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9137224494567688426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=9137224494567688426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/9137224494567688426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/9137224494567688426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-weekend.html' title='Hello weekend ;)'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-6559281915836866657</id><published>2008-11-08T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:06:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyaaa</title><content type='html'>WHAT A RELIEFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that 2 assignments are out of the way!!! I've been dying to get those two done because what's coming next should be easier - an e.lit presentation, a group presentation, and one last essay assignment! Whoopdedoo. Sooo I guess I'm not really updated on what's going on in the online world so far lol but I guess I won't be staying long enough to find out, it's one of those high peak seasons where everything is fast-paced and I have to rush through things (in contrast to during our 3-month holiday where everything was so effing seeeellooooww). I haven't really got decent internet connection nowadays anyway, so bleurgh. Exam pun coming up soon, double bleurgh. Bah anyway just wanna shout out to those I haven't catch up with lately - missing you guys like crazy! Ahh, the days when we would just sit all day having GG marathon and pigging out on Jollibee. But the hols will come soon enough, yes? :D Til then, mwaahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I wanna watch Madagascar 2!!! *sings* Physically fit, physically fit, physically physically physically fit~ *stares at my annoyed boyfriend*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-6559281915836866657?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6559281915836866657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=6559281915836866657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6559281915836866657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6559281915836866657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyyaaa.html' title='Heyyaaa'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-6805056078268653033</id><published>2008-10-26T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:47:22.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nipple Song?</title><content type='html'>Malas kan post the vid here, just click the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXMz0H6LuiM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXMz0H6LuiM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacah parutku ketawa. Thanks for showing me the vid Hubby. Hahahaha cracked me up the whole day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-6805056078268653033?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6805056078268653033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=6805056078268653033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6805056078268653033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/6805056078268653033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/nipple-song.html' title='The Nipple Song?'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-5065688695248026252</id><published>2008-09-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:15:01.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but it's all about patience, right? Aside from whining 'I'm hunggryyyy!' every half an hour or so, I'm okay :p I'm just thinking about how I'm going to avoid stuffing my face later haha. So far I've taken a nap, read CosmoGirl, read a good book, and now helping Mom buy stuffs for our new home (I'm in the car now blogging through my cellphone). The gastric problem isn't helping though. Oh well. Normally I wouldn't feel like blogging but yeah..anything to distract me hehe. Don't get me wrong, I do love puasa actually. I love the change of spirit, it's so festive what with the Ramadhan stalls, sungkais with my crazy, funny and sometimes annoying big bunch of people who I call family, sungkais with ze friends.. Oh and don't forget seeing everyone at their groggiest state during sahur (and me with the extra crabby-ness). Say hello to the fasting month :) weee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-5065688695248026252?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5065688695248026252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=5065688695248026252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5065688695248026252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/5065688695248026252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-tired-im-weak-im-starving.html' title=''/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-4094912732283364610</id><published>2008-08-24T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:17:55.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel-good songs, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I need to do something about this...this suffocating feeling whenever I think about what's going to happen in about 3 weeks ='( I can't sleep properly..keep waking up in the middle of the night feeling literally suffocated. I never realised that it could even seep into my subconscious stream of thoughts, affecting me even when I'm not awake. I tried not to think too much about it. But I seriously can't control my thoughts =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh anyway..I'm asking you guys if you could think of any pick-me-up songs that would help me cheer up :) I rely a lot on music when it comes to expressing myself..it's a healthy outlet. So far I've got just a few, so drop the name of the song &amp;amp; the artist if you happen to know some good ones :) I'll appreciate it very much, thank you ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-4094912732283364610?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4094912732283364610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=4094912732283364610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/4094912732283364610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/4094912732283364610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/feel-good-songs-anyone.html' title='Feel-good songs, anyone?'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-8559344064467083805</id><published>2008-07-11T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:21:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call this freaky</title><content type='html'>Okay. This is freaky. I went on a hunt for a new blog layout/template and finally found the one I really, really like. While editing bits of the HTML code, I went bloghopping and next thing I know, there's this blog owned by this person named 'Qeels', using the layoutt that I had chosen! I thought for a second that I might have already changed my layout but when I read the posts it definitely wasn't my blog. Haha weird =S I don't know the person but, all I know is we share the same name and apparently, the same aesthetic taste. All Qils have good taste it seems. Hahahahah don't gimme that face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I find a new skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-8559344064467083805?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8559344064467083805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=8559344064467083805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/8559344064467083805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/8559344064467083805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2008/07/call-this-freaky.html' title='Call this freaky'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-116684039601612716</id><published>2006-12-23T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T10:38:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>='( I'm listening to these songs a friend sent to me. No offense to him, but I cried, it's so sad and I feel more sad about other things that are and aren't even my problem, and it's addictive (I turned on the repeat button) that I decided to download other songs of that genre and now I have a playlist of mellow songs which I'm currently listening to in my undies and with the saddest look on my face and I haven't moved from the same sitting position since...well, since I woke up and turned on the lappy. I know, I'm so sad it's unbelievable. And I need someone to give me a happy song ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Lia your Akon song nda sampat download last night =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-116684039601612716?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116684039601612716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=116684039601612716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116684039601612716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116684039601612716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-116683936995847730</id><published>2006-12-23T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T10:23:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>Fuck. I wrote a long ass blog and after clicking "publish", it disappeared. So now I've no mood to do all of it over again, so guess I'm just gonna make a simple version of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night went to Gadong with the cuzzies and the sis, and played the dance thingy at the arcade for the first time &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;. I was a little nervous that I managed to 1) screw up my favourite track and 2) failed the final stage. Oops. But as cocky as this sounds I was pretty surprised that I dared to do it alone =p And people kept complaining I was wearing high heels playing it. So what? I was comfortable. Plus I suspect the dance pads (or whatever the hell it's called) are already covered with much germs so no thank you, the last thing I need is a skin disease to add to my already long list of things to be depressed about this holiday. Okay, I'm not in a chronic depression, but lately I've been a little down. It's that time of the month though, so maybe that's just it. I think and do the strangest things during this time of the month. But...I didn't even eat my filet which was initially bought to fulfill my utmost craving for it the night before. I never reject a filet. And now, I'm letting it stay there to stale. Poor burger. I did mean to eat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The only thing I look forward to today is his coming home. Tomorrow Teeny and Lil are going to Sunday Splash and I'm not sure if I'm joining because it's always been a family affair on Sundays =p Last time I went swimming with those two girls they tried to pull my pants off. Technically, it was Lil's pants, but it's a long and funny story and I don't intend to change the mood and tone of this entry, sorry. No smilies today. Only if you want fake ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-116683936995847730?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116683936995847730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=116683936995847730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116683936995847730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116683936995847730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday morning'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-116670693331552266</id><published>2006-12-21T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:15:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to sign in my msn account God knows how many times today but apparently MSN has decided to screw up. There must be some problem with the server because it looks like some other people are experiencing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stayed home like a good girl today. I'm missing him terribly :( He'll be back on Saturday, I CAN'T WAIT! It just feels so weird being apart from him even for only four days, I guess that shows how close we are and how often we see each other. I wonder how those people in long-distance relationships could stand being away from each other...I wonder how they keep the love alive and strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dancing...LiquidIcezz has got some potential good stuffs coming though, but I'm keeping my mouth zipped because 1) I don't want to jinx it and 2) we're not sure what'll happen next...so we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, been researching for universities all night last night, I'm glad I did it, it cleared most of my doubts and confusion. The only thing I'm anxious about is my result, which will be out sometime in March next year. Actually, there are a million other things I'm still anxious about, but I realise it's not worth worrying. Yet. For now, I'm just gonna do what I have to do and whatever comes, I'll choose which way's the best for me (and yes, even if my result didn't turn out good) and I'm sure I'll turn out just fine at the end of the road. Whatever negative thoughts that creep their way into my head, I have to ignore them. That's the only way to be happy in this cold, dark world anyway, keeping in a positive light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden craving for a chocolate pearl-bubble drink. I'm a little weird and random I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-116670693331552266?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116670693331552266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=116670693331552266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116670693331552266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116670693331552266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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-14335578.post-116669564777997217</id><published>2006-12-21T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:18:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh look</title><content type='html'>I've finally gotten around to renew my blog design - and I'm loving it! Hehe. So from now, I'll be blogging here instead of in Friendster (where I have resided temporarily while this blog's under construction. For like, a year). That doesn't mean I'll be blogging incessantly though, more like, whenever I feel like blogging :p So I may appear and disappear from time to time...but if you love me, hang on to it and get used to it... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335578-116669564777997217?l=her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116669564777997217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335578&amp;postID=116669564777997217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116669564777997217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335578/posts/default/116669564777997217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-dirty-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/fresh-look.html' title='Fresh look'/><author><name>Qeelz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13247413040662382802</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></feed>
