<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116</id><updated>2009-11-03T20:46:48.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Leech Meets Drama</title><subtitle type='html'>Because what's life without a lil' bit of drama.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-7997611577028662883</id><published>2009-09-25T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:26:13.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy happy things'/><title type='text'>On impulse(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had so much fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jumping into the pool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with Leeky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a long hour of sweating it out from playing squash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*we cheated a bit cos we were wearing swimming suit la*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this wasnt the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time was purely on impulse, when everyone was busy stressing out, we were playing squash &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*library was too hypoxic k*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And after the game, the entire sports complex was so empty and it was about 8.45 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND, the pool looked so serene and calm and we were sweaty and hot. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we took out our shirt, shoes and socks and jumped in. La la la la.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of cos we were wearing proper bra. *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the guard have to go and switch on the lights. hahah made us hide at the corner of the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anak sungai style wei~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Less then 5 minutes in the pool last nite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we made the final decision to visit Batu Pahat (Leeky's hometown), after a day of dilly-dallying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We wanted to go there for the famous crab dishes by the jetty. Unfortunately we left late and reached there bout only 12 am, just in time to see the restaurant close. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, the view by the jetty, where we had to walk on cemented stilts on the sea (bout 100ms) was breathtaking. What I like the most was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;lighthouse&lt;/span&gt; view across the sea. So calming~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had to walked pass peoples' houses to the seaside. Kinda remind me off Pulau Ketam in Klang. So traditional lifestyle. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then it had to rain. Huge fat ass droplets, torrential rain I have to say. Hungry and cold, we stopped at another restaurant to fill our stomachs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, we missed Leeky's parents' who went to JB that nite. We managed to visit her sister's new cafe though. Very nice ambience with edgy furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I reached hostel bout 3am. As usual, if we arrived late, we have to fill in the book before entering the hostel door. I was thinking what reason to write? *some of my previous reasons was supper = clubbing, supper = drinking session, study = supper* For last nite, I simply wrote, went back to hometown. Not mine but nevertheless. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, it was quite fun. Tired, but I would like to visit the small little bustling town again someday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Leeks and Jeremy for the late night road trip :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-7997611577028662883?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/7997611577028662883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=7997611577028662883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7997611577028662883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7997611577028662883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-impulse.html' title='On impulse(s)'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-7121066529782643469</id><published>2009-09-24T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:22:12.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to signed into FB, to rant out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I am greeted with so many happy shoutouts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i am happy that they are confident that they'll pass*&lt;/span&gt; and people who are already posting up the cases that are out today. But seriously, is it necessary? We went through fair and square ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life IS unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I immediately exed the page off, and ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, while we were quarantined in the room, awaiting our turns for long cases, some jackasses or smart alecks decided to SPECULATE or DECODE the allocated numbers that we had. Initially, I was ignoring them, got so pissed when they expected everyone (20 +) in the room to take part in their little session because their "brains" were satured and they can't study. To the point where they were so confident, I was shaken too. Scared to my core cos apparently I am supposed to get Paedatrics case. This particular "her" had the guts to walk around, happily proclaiming that she's glad that she managed to get O &amp;amp; G cases because it was either my allocated number or hers, will get either Ped 0r O&amp;amp;G and she have to let everyone know what's on her freaking mind. I am pissed. Cos we all are there for our exams, not to hear you freaking whine. Best part is others actually entertain her. Anyways, so, like I said, I got influenced and studied on Pediatrics for the last one hour and when the invigilator came to get me, he told me my case is an O &amp;amp; G case. Well, not that I am complaining at that moment cos I was aiming for O&amp;amp;G case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying this, another friend was also expecting an ortho case cos of their conclusion but she had Peds case which was equally tough as mine. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hell began. As the invigilator was leading me to obstetrics ward, the corresponding medical officer said the fourth case is at the gynaecology ward. I was thinking, " i hope it's fibriods or ovarian cyst". Sigh. I guess it's just not my day. My patient has a freaking long history of carcinoma of cervix, had TAH BSO done last year, presented with ascites, had radiotherapy + chemotherapy done and left lower limb swelling. To her credit, my patient was cooperative &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* i was thinking after the exam, the person who wanted badly to get an o&amp;amp;g case should have this case cos this patient only speaks in MANDARIN*&lt;/span&gt; but she has shortness of breath, abdomen discomfort and forgotten details about her own condition. I had to clerk a freaking long history with only 15 minutes for examination of the abdomen and just my luck, when the examiners came, they were Dr. Sameera and Dr. Yang (surgical consultant). I knew I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He freaking expected me to examine the left lower limb swelling as a proper examination plus I had to do abdomen examination proper and other systems as well, since she presented with ascites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also asked a whole bunch of surgical questions and I didnt have time to answer any O&amp;amp;G questions. Not that I know also, cos wasnt expecting ca cervix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really know why people created the word, "F*CK". It's for such situations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress kao kao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-7121066529782643469?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/7121066529782643469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=7121066529782643469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7121066529782643469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7121066529782643469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-7066838645431438922</id><published>2009-09-23T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:28:49.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Monosaturated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am suffocating.. can I go somewhere till the exam is over?&lt;br /&gt;Feel so inadequate, unequipped for the exam, in spite of facing the books for hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;The thought of repeating the course, shit, damn stress k..&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone handles stress differently and mine, happens to be the "avoiding/escaping-from-reality" one.  -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me. And the rest of the batch who is going for battle on Thursday onwards. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-7066838645431438922?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/7066838645431438922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=7066838645431438922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7066838645431438922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7066838645431438922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/09/monosaturated.html' title='Monosaturated'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-7162474065008140622</id><published>2009-09-05T03:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:31:23.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>My ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In between studying time, I managed to slot myself some daydreaming privileges *hence the lack of productiveness* about my childhood ambitions and the ones that still hold true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a pre-schooler, I wanted to be a cook/chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime before my kindergarten teacher starts to cook, she uses a stovelighter in the shape of a gun to start the fire on the stove. I was in awed.. I made it a resolution to get the gun thingamajig at that time. Before you start to think, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Why Leech's kindergarten damn ganas one? Showing children all this fire thingy and stove?"&lt;/span&gt;, the mini kitchen was situated at a gangway where we usually just walk passed the stoves to my class. The teacher probably didnt know but my eyes were preying the stovelighters like a hawk on a chick &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*mwhaha*&lt;/span&gt; Finally, one day, while "passing by", me and my 2 other friends stopped by for a minute and started to play with the stovelighters while nobody else was around. I was damn inspired ok. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*now, it does sound like I am a bit jakun*&lt;/span&gt; Needless to say, our class teacher caught us playing with it and we were punished to sit by the swimming pool while watching other classmates swim. The teachers also made it a rule to keep all stovelighters out of sight. Coming back to why I wanted to be a chef. I guessed at that time, the only way to play with the stovelighter is to be a chef! ta-daaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeding to standard 1, nearly everyone wants to be a school teacher &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*dont bluff k. i know you want to!* &lt;/span&gt; including myself. My reason is because I like to correct other students exercise books with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red pen&lt;/span&gt;, especially huge &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;/pangkah/salah or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; / telur. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's also normal other stuffs like:-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;astronaut .. to a primary school kid, space traveling seems easy and fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; prime minister (can advocate for more school holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; doctor (never thought that I would really end up studying medicine).. during standard 3, I vividly remember how me and my other friends used an eraser and tied it to a pencil, acting as a knee hammer and pencil on another eraser (acting as the fulcrum) as an electrocardiogram. So creative rite? and I mentioned before how by arriving at the clinic and seeing the doctor, the sickness will mysteriously disappear.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ambassador in a foreign country cos they can travel and stay overseas while getting paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then secondary school phase, there's:-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; kindergarten teacher cos at one point I like kids a lot especially when they say the darnest things but as years passed, the thought of cleaning poop and urine doesn't seem so interesting anymore. This also affect my initial interest in Pediatrics. Some say I have talent with kids but trust me, it take loads of work. Try entertaining a bunch of cousins who are way younger than me. The boys: I have to play hide n seek, war games, tell jokes, play cars &amp;amp; accidents and imaginary friends etc and the girls: have to answer 1001 questions about anything, play princess, read story books. Whoaaa.. the patience man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; globe trekker .. i had seriously thought of just dumping everything and travel around the world but in an Asian society and being the eldest in the family, this dream remains just a dream but I will one day travel the world. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert olympic music* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this dream is not really a dream cos if I successfully graduate as a doctor, I have looong to join Doctors without Borders or maybe begin with home, Mercy Malaysia. With that, I get to travel and help people. ^^ I do know the risks and heartaches involved, not mere fantasising k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; veterinarian, cos other than kids, I also like animals &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*not that I equate them. hahah *&lt;/span&gt; I think this idea was greatly influenced by my grandma's friend who is a SPCA committee member and  have 11 dogs. She always tell me bout her experience in spca. I volunteered once at SPCA with my bestie, Emmie. Initially, our chores were just playing with the puppies and bathe them. Then the higher authorities made us wash the kennels. Both of us have to transfer one dog to another kennel, wash it and then return the dog back and repeat the process a billion times. The "uncute" dogs pooped and peed in the kennels right after we cleaned it. Urggh.! Not easy k, their shit were everywhere plus the smeeellll. Fuyorh! but.. Can't blame them cos they were cold. When my dad picked both of us up, he said we smell like dogs ourselves. Sheessh. What happen to this dream?  apparently, they only look cool in TVs. Hmm..  but I bet life will be easier and more satisfaction.... cos veterinarians dont wash kennels la.. oh well.. and veterinarians need to study bout every single animal systems I presumed and doctor only need to study bout human? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, dreams that I still hold on to:-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;open a bakery/cafe .... I just love the smell of freshly baked bread and also freshly brewed coffee. If I have a cafe, the theme will either be "Angel": ornaments of anything related to angels, with white fluffy cushions OR the cafe will have different sets of furnitures for every table to cater different groups. Wah. really dreaming hey? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; as I've mentioned, travel the world while helping people. Sounds cheesy but might as well use my expertise rite? but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; rich man's wife. a tai-tai. datin. HAHAHAH not mistress k. or inherit a huge fortune from a long lost emperor of China, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams will remain as dreams.. without moolah.. reality bites man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this i guess can only happen when I am able to make my family comfortable with their lives  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht's your deepest dream and ambition hey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-7162474065008140622?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/7162474065008140622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=7162474065008140622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7162474065008140622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7162474065008140622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-ambitions.html' title='My ambitions'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-8381702445288689924</id><published>2009-08-17T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:08:21.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>RRrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need-to-hide-the-laptop-in-a-far-away-hard-to-reach-secluded-secret-place-where-i-can't-get-it-cos-I-am-addicted-to-the-net-h-e-l-p-m-e-cos-I-will-be-the-one-who-keeps-it-and-bring-it-out-in-the-end-such-weak-willpower-I-have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cries/emo/bangs head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this-is-a-public-distress-call. hu-hu-hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-8381702445288689924?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/8381702445288689924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=8381702445288689924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/8381702445288689924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/8381702445288689924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/08/rrrr.html' title='RRrr!'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-2531395706463259636</id><published>2009-07-31T19:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:07:26.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger management'/><title type='text'>URGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna screammmmmmmmm.. arrghhhhh!!!!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently things should remain confidential after the "meeting" esp nothin should be on facebook. Try to control this bast*rd and bit*hes!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog. My online diary of somesort.&lt;br /&gt;Even politicians can blog bout their opinion. Heard of blogging freedom? If you dont like, create you own blog and diss me. Furthermore, no names are mentioned. Not gonna pollute my beloved blog with such names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first time seeing a pseudo-lawyer (albeit not his business - not in our group, not even our batch but talked like he has YEARS of experience and he is only a "close" friend) in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no friends to talk to, everyone boycott me, although not directly but from their facial expression, I can feel it. sob sob&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *please sense the SARCASM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking childish rite? "villain" actress have to involve a lecturer cause she knows she will end up dead, talking to us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i will personally pull her hair, not because i am uncivilised but because she's a pain in the ass*&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was gonna have an outburst there but LOL, other members were more boiling hot than me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* pat on the back for myself for controlling my anger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was apparently being biased towards the 2 accused people cos I have been standing on their side and not saying anything pleasant to her ears but i'm s000 sorrie hor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sarcasm again*&lt;/span&gt;, they are my friends while you are nothing. And please, I do have a BRAIN to think for my own. I KNOW what is right or wrong or in this case, downright RUBBISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not say much cos firstly, once you involve a lecturer in such a personal matter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughing stock man, even primary school kids dont do that*&lt;/span&gt;, it has been a bias already. Secondly, we will never know what the lecturer will do in the exams, and wouldn't wanna be a target in exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says we ( the other group members were never involve). We are very much involved cos we were accused of boycotting/bullying her, although not directly but apparently she feels it, she sense it from our facial expression and she is very sad bout it. YO B*TCH. Now you even wanna control our freedom of speech is it? Seriously, how can 9 others be at fault when you yourself feels pitiful bout youself, using this trick to gain sympathy from the male slut.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *I am amazed by my own anger* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, how can people not see the wolf disguised as a sheep? As we all predicted earlier on, she teared while talking bout her sad story. Oh man, I wish I have tears too, tears of frustration and anger but I guess the boiling temperature in me has boiled the tears dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am partially mad cos I was not able to stand up for my friends although they've been wronged but I am glad that the lecturer has sense to know what's going on. The lecturer said she-devil can't force us to like her. So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole "meeting" was apparently to solve her issues. Yes man. We have to tolerate her, show her kindness and love, understand her financial situations and her stresses, include her in our conversations cos WE made her unable to study. Only one word to describe my feelings: WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems, all the accusations was not solve cos we were not there to point fingers but to make her feel better and understand her situation. Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the other group members will think or will do but I am already treating her "good" by NOT acknowledging her presence. Force me, bite me but she can kiss my sorry ass man! Want me to be her friend? Nah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*puuuuuuuuttttt* &lt;/span&gt;but.. she is afterall in my group, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*puppy eyes* &lt;/span&gt;I will answer her if she ask any questionS regarding study matters. Have to tell her though, she needs to pay me for my expressions. It's not free. Oh wait, then again, I might be called up by the lecturer.. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I do not wanna hold a grudge on her. Will only make myself suffer. In the end, I know, we know. That's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an intense headache after the meeting. Thot I was gonna faint due to raised intracranial pressure!. So much anger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i have a secret. ask me personally n I will tell you. but shhh.. dont tell any one k. (:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-2531395706463259636?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/2531395706463259636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=2531395706463259636' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/2531395706463259636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/2531395706463259636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/07/urgh.html' title='URGH!'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-3802189173213842074</id><published>2009-07-28T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:03:25.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Shit happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is not like any other day. Today is a super-sueh, unlucky day!&lt;br /&gt;T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started from last nite, wanted to take a short nap for an hour (9pm). Even asked my bro to wake me up an hour later but the weakling me decided to sleep another 10minutes without turning on the alarm and consequently, slept for 10 continuous hours. Such a klutz and lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the morning, thanks to my overconfidence, my friend received a love-letter from the traffic police because he parked on the motorbike lots. Other cars did that normally. SERIOUSLY, who gives a parking ticket IN THE BLOODY HOSPITAL compound? Shhessh. Furthermore, with the college sticker proudly displaying on the windscreen, couldn't the police cut some slacks?! AND the 3 to 4 cars next to his did not receive any parking ticket and we were only there for ONE hour. gRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, 2 more personal incidents happened. Make me feel like shit. So much turmoil inside. sad sad sad. It's not something that can be solve easily and kinda serious matter too.. sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening, me and 2 other friends went to the hospital to see cases. When we asked the doctors in the ward for cases, the bloody doctor, laughingly said I look MATURE. wtf. thank you SOO very much. dahla I am younger than her. *sticks out middle finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, have to pay for my laundry (a freaking full suit saree with a few scarves) that cost RM 50++ cos I sent it for dry cleaning. Shit ass expensive. Arrgghh.&lt;br /&gt; The  next time when I wear saree, I'm gonna wash it the traditional way, which is by the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, when I got back today from random shopping, I realised there're a few scratches at the corner of my car's bumper, near the front tyre. T_____T Heart ache betul. I havent even celebrate it's 1st month anniversary! /BITTER&lt;br /&gt;Can I find a black car to scrap the paint of it and patch it to my car?? HUHUHUHUHU..&lt;br /&gt;My car is officially retired till further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-3802189173213842074?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/3802189173213842074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=3802189173213842074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/3802189173213842074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/3802189173213842074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-6563665721582610590</id><published>2009-07-15T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:33:21.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The smell of the air after a night of rain was refreshing this morning. Thought it was gonna be a good day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ophthalmology OPD at Peringgit Clinic today.&lt;br /&gt;"TVB best villain actress" thought that she should remind us why she was given the award by presenting us (the other group members) with another drama. Apparently she paid someone in the group RM 100 monthly for transportation fee to Muar till she does not have enough money to spend on food.? O.o. Wht nonsense. Sigh. Although I do not share car with her but seriously, it does put a bad light on our names where else she received all the pity from others. It angers me that there're such people in the world where they act all "innocent and cute", with such screwd mind and heart but they do get what they want in life. A-N-Y-W-A-Y-S, it's not my concern as long as I do not hear rumours bout me "bullying" her or somesort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*throwing it aside*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so inadequate today. How to sit for the coming exams? Physically and mentally exhausted. And time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the panic mode here cos I jus found out the amount of shitloads I need to study and practice. T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-6563665721582610590?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/6563665721582610590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=6563665721582610590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6563665721582610590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6563665721582610590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-5636654672769171031</id><published>2009-07-13T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:13:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chapter in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of just posting pictures in FB, I think some photos are more worthy to be in the blog. With accompanied stories, the photos are not just to show-off but to tell you my feelings and what it really matters. ^^ Furthermore, this is family-related. So kinda personal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my own car (tho not my money) is indeed a new chapter in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've owned a scooter but many-hands had used it.&lt;br /&gt;I've drive my parents' cars around but again, not my own.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit my family is not rich but for my parents' to give me a car, it was really touching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*wipe away tears* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially after my dad told me that I do not have to asked around for people (more than 5) to send me home. Now, I can come back anytime I want&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*big wet puppy eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Mum &amp;amp; Dad plus 2 munster bros. Love ya loads. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The parents' can get me any car, in fact for a person who is not working and studying medicine, they really spent a lot on me. But my parents' put safety first, above everything else and of course, within budget.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Dad's criteria for a second-hand car is a woman driver, preferably only drive to work, do not travel long distance, no accidents and preferably, tai-tai material. HAHA where to find la? A simple Kelisa wont do, proton saga has poor quality and a normal Myvi lacks airbag apparently. hehe Hence, they got me a SE MYVI1.3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not a huge car, not my dream car but that I can get it myself in the future! Who am I to complain wei? hehe I love my car! Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*pray hard that I will maintain it well*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it has a name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blackie or "or-kau"/Guinness stout&lt;/span&gt;. hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yes la, i am that lame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltCTTolbGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/qXuc2DMetwM/s1600-h/DSC02715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltCTTolbGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/qXuc2DMetwM/s320/DSC02715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357949081142783074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you see that I am excited? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltCS49sAtI/AAAAAAAAAlU/l9EFcxdgmIc/s1600-h/DSC02713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltCS49sAtI/AAAAAAAAAlU/l9EFcxdgmIc/s320/DSC02713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357949073983537874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say Hi! to BKK8329 (same no. as my mum's car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltCSc5fiUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MYe0ph16u8s/s1600-h/DSC02710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltCSc5fiUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MYe0ph16u8s/s320/DSC02710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357949066449750338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family and the cousins from UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make ur appointment for free joyride. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following photos are from dinner celebration at Sheraton Hotel, Subang in conjunction of me getting a new car. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI3paeY8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/tzYHtnQvwPw/s1600-h/DSC02737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI3paeY8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/tzYHtnQvwPw/s320/DSC02737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956302534239170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slimy oysters. Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI3f6mh6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/btudIWOzNLw/s1600-h/DSC02739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI3f6mh6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/btudIWOzNLw/s320/DSC02739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956299984635810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adorable dad and mua + gratined oyster with lemon herb sauce. Super yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI3IeDQCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/4KbvDpYyVYs/s1600-h/DSC02745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI3IeDQCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/4KbvDpYyVYs/s320/DSC02745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956293690867746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool bro, sexy mum and african bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI27RpdmI/AAAAAAAAAls/sYoqOtH_i3o/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI27RpdmI/AAAAAAAAAls/sYoqOtH_i3o/s320/DSC02749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956290149185122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the 12939x attempt to take a proper photo by adorable dad who keeps shaking his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI2jG-3lI/AAAAAAAAAlk/of0PjsAqlx4/s1600-h/DSC02732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltI2jG-3lI/AAAAAAAAAlk/of0PjsAqlx4/s320/DSC02732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357956283661999698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poser shot. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMZrGTTbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/AXomixFCnZM/s1600-h/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMZrGTTbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/AXomixFCnZM/s320/DSC02759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960185636933042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolate fondue. How not to gain weight le? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*huge sighhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought the UK cousins out shopping the next day. Super mischievious the younger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMaxJD7zI/AAAAAAAAAms/DOjBd-cv2yo/s1600-h/DSC02777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMaxJD7zI/AAAAAAAAAms/DOjBd-cv2yo/s320/DSC02777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960204438990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elder bro, Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMaaASU7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/RVZTwGYojQU/s1600-h/DSC02771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMaaASU7I/AAAAAAAAAmk/RVZTwGYojQU/s320/DSC02771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960198228169650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little munster, Cameron. His British accent is so keyuuutte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMaAHSJGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/MpZm8HRUAGo/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMaAHSJGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/MpZm8HRUAGo/s320/DSC02762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960191278195810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He literally put my hand into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMZzENFZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/likBn5d5V7s/s1600-h/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltMZzENFZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/likBn5d5V7s/s320/DSC02761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960187775620498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad: Why my daughter cannot grow up one? Only grow sideways. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la. That's all for now. More family outing soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a family person. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: btw, i think i chopped my hair too short. huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-5636654672769171031?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/5636654672769171031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=5636654672769171031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/5636654672769171031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/5636654672769171031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-chapter-in-life.html' title='Another chapter in life'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SltCTTolbGI/AAAAAAAAAlc/qXuc2DMetwM/s72-c/DSC02715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-6437533335085314817</id><published>2009-07-01T19:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:36:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sick pacat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This whole week has been a rollercoaster ride (cliche but true) for my body. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having low grade fever with chills and rigor. No fun.&lt;br /&gt;Nauseated, vigorously shaking the cup, couldnt finish the wonderful lasagna in front of me. No fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;Troubling people (Leeks n K) to send me to clinic. boohoo&lt;br /&gt;The doctor in clinic  didnt even examine me. hmm. and only treated me for my nausea. (antacids, omeprazole and charcoal pills given). Furthermore, she looked at me with disbelief. As though I omitted some important symptoms from her, just for fun. Yes, my symptoms were very vague: fever, chills, rigor, headache, started within 2 hours, nausea, no URTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from the clinic, I vomited at a random drain near the college. hahah. Funny part was, when I thought I was okay, I saw a pile of dog poop on the grass, and ran back to the drain to vomit. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FInal diagnosis: no diagnosis. ruled out H1N1 tho. hehe. I havent been overseas, no contact with ppl with H1N1 k, no flu n cough either. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sorry to disappoint loads of ppl who wanna skip class*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The nite was bad. I was sweating madly. I felt all the heat in Sahara accumulated at the neck and face but at the same time was shivering. A/C was at 22 degrees. I'm usually not a whinny person when I am sick as long I am allowed to sleep but having my sleep being disturbed like that, made me absolutely cranky. I was only able to sleep at 3-4 am when the core temperature has decreased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up bout 10.30am, wanted to attend lectures but well, was not in a good condition for the earlier classes. Managed to go for the 11.30am class. I did not skip class for fun k. Valid reasons. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was good. Ate porridge for brunch and went for a movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;( night at the museum 2 was hilarious. guess who laugh the loudest? haha i think that's more like a rhetorical question rite?.&gt;&gt; me me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*wave hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; plus had teatime.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *the happier times. the feeling of being able to enjoy after a night of hell is pure bliss k*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have known that that was the calm sea before the storm.. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hell started again. Felt feverish bout 7pm. Went out for dinner but couldn't finish my food again. Whole body weakness, but no fever. Wanted to do some studies for my short case end posting the next day (Wednesday) because Dr.NKS was coming in and he is more lenient plus I did badly for long case when Dr.Gauri came in. Sadly, as man propose, God dispose. I read only 2 pages in Leekie's house and couldn't take it anymore. Slept on her bed while she, Alicia and Sashi were thinking, in their respective abode bout my diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Sashi thought of possible allergic reaction to my HPV vaccine and with that in mind, Leek's brought me to another panel clinic in the town at about 11pm. The doctor there was more professional. Upon seeing him itself, I felt better. Hehe. His manner of conduct and confidence shows his expertise, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;kinda remind me of the time when I visited the clinic during the younger days, I automatically felt better. My mum always teased me, saying, what a waste of medication money, should have just paid for the consultation fees. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story proper,  my temperature was 39.1 degrees (high grade) with myalgia (body weakness) but again no rash, URTI, UTI etc. He sent my blood for full blood count but only can get the report the next day. Apparently, if he calls means it's bad news and I have to be admitted for most probably dengue but if there's no call, means it's good news. He sent me home with paracetamols, metoclopramide and my MC slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to ask Leek's to messaged Alvin, the groupleader to postpone my short case to another possible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was not as bad as the first night but fever was there. Slept to 10am the next day. Groupmates called at 12 something, to asked me how am I? and asked to be included in the list of possible contacts if I do have H1N1. -____-!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I thought I was feeling better, no feverish, ate only porridge thanks to Leeks *mwah* and was in the room the bloody whole day! So, the thought of Japanese food was so tempting plus it was a friend, Beh's birthday. He treated for dinner, so kinda shy if we didnt attend the after party, which I sat and move minimally k. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*angel's halo, big wet puppy eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did attend class the next day with a pulling sensaton on the periorbital areas radiating to the frontal area. The heat in Muar did not help at ALL. By afternoon, my headache had worsen plus we had 3 short cases plus 2 long cases to finish. All this time I was taking paracetamol like sweets i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached my room, I bathed, ate a slice of bread, swallowed another 2 panadol and slept. Yes slept. But in between the sleep, there's a minor break for gossips from my very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;salah gf&lt;/span&gt;. hehe And slept back again. So, in total I slept for 13 hours from 5 pm on Thursday evening till 6am. I am so SINFUL. I tried to force myself to wake up earlier the next day cos I'm having my said short case end-posting on this fateful Friday by the Dr-who-I-wanted-to-avoid-badly, Dr.Gauri (just my luck) and study whatever my gut feelings told me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I woke up at 6am to cook Maggi curry cos I was damn hungryand was dreaming bout it probably from 10pm onwards. Who cooks maggi at 6am in the morning? huhuh. On the empty stomach, it doesn't taste nice at all. Huhuhuh I was drying my hair ala turban style and with my specs out to take water from the water dispenser this morning, so if anyone saw me at 6am at the corridor of girls' hostel, that was not a ghost of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, my end posting went quite well and headache has decreased &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where and what went wrong. Only God knows and God will heal. Amen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-6437533335085314817?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/6437533335085314817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=6437533335085314817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6437533335085314817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6437533335085314817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-pacat.html' title='The sick pacat'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-338278030354629077</id><published>2009-06-26T01:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:58:39.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the spontaneity; the last minute sleep over, the impulsive eating spree, the quota moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like how we can hangout and joke, without gossiping bout others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like how you worry so much bout how I feel or dislike seeing me disappointed, when I cant watch Transformers though I said it was ok, you insisted on us watching it and we did (the 12.00am - midnight movie) even though you have night posting the next day (a very long day indeed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like how you try to fulfill my crave for starbucks even though you can't concentrate studying in Starbucks cos all you can think is shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like our swimming time, where we can joke, laugh and hog the pool like rich tai-tais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like you spontaneous, outmost random comments. That shows how mysterious and imaginative your mind works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming back from supper one day, 1.59 am, while driving into the campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Leech: Eh, why the guard house so dark one? The lights are not on. The gate is wide open and guard no where to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Leeky: *spontaneously* Usually in horror movies, means all the guards die already *straight face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Leech: o.O okaaayyyy... and then the 2 bimbos are killed soon after... *kwa kwa* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you, my fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ7jap8jJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DcGB0bTuRdM/s1600-h/03062009084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ7jap8jJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DcGB0bTuRdM/s320/03062009084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351467736859708562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seed t-shirt which we both like and my new phone *cough cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes when I am confused of my own feelings, when I am unable to stand up for myself, the person who I can turn for advice is you, my big sis! Though I dont always follow it cos I'm not that brave, but I am glad that I can always hear your opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deep down, I feel we have an unexplainable bond and I know that I can always turn to you when I'm in need of help and I hope I can also do the same for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be it, the anger outburst you show when I am bullied or the boisterous laughter when I tell you a joke, your expressions and emotions are always 100% real and it never ceased to amuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times when I feel that you are the big sis but other times, you can be such a little girl especially when you are hungry or tired. That makes you quite predictable I guess. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meeting you in India is one of my many blessings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My first friend, first roommate, first pillar of strength, first advisor, housemate, neighbour and kaki clubbing hehe Oh! and also hairdresser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*she cuts my fringe in India* hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We (me, you, Leek's) gotta be the most chirpy girls in the entire class, when it comes to a "certain" friend of ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for being my fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ8BIHMRsI/AAAAAAAAAjU/n6-BwX-pkMI/s1600-h/DSC06965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ8BIHMRsI/AAAAAAAAAjU/n6-BwX-pkMI/s320/DSC06965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351468247278175938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas party in Manipal, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ9IK4E1eI/AAAAAAAAAjc/COJNi-SCxeY/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ9IK4E1eI/AAAAAAAAAjc/COJNi-SCxeY/s320/DSC02412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351469467790792162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After Barcelona, tipsy but otherwise ok. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encik&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sashi&lt;/span&gt;, regarding my supposedly "racist" jokes, you know I'm only joking rite? *not* LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Your sensible advice, the ever realistic macha! has been loads of help, your responsibleness keeps our house in Manipal in order, your looks and stare kept me and Alicia save from strangers ^^ and also for carrying my 19283746584kg bag up Gunung Ledang while I can take my own sweet time to climb and somemore dare to asked you to walk faster hehe, and for supporting and encouraging me as always! I am forever grateful! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ-Kw-FmDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/CGuWZseVJHU/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ-Kw-FmDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/CGuWZseVJHU/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351470611887921202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Nearly died in Gunung Ledang. Hands and legs were wobbly but look at my friend with 2 bags walking beside. HAHA awww.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this friend, a friend who trust me  even though we do not always hang out now but I want her  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Gayathri) &lt;/span&gt;to know that her actions and words do make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;There's once when I borrowed her car when she went back home to Penang, and the other guys messaged her, lied to her that I crashed her car. She did not call or message me right away to question me. Instead, I found out from the guys what they did and messaged her that her car is safe. She replied by saying she knows they are lying and didnt bother bout them. At that moment I was pissed at the guys cos this type of incident is not a joke. But I am glad to know the level of trust that she has on me and of course, there's also my role to play as a responsible driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRBMNohebI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SVG4jRwpbq0/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRBMNohebI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SVG4jRwpbq0/s320/DSC01105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473935296854450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the bathtub at A Famosa during Alicia's bday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone told me that hanging out with friends should be effortless... She, Chandan, Dinesh and Baveen are fine example of those kind of friends. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to the saying that, people will forget what you said, what you did but will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRBMYMwT8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/zoTAQYyr5DA/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRBMYMwT8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/zoTAQYyr5DA/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473938133176258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Langkawi 03/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRFsXnWAdI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xYOhlYOWLKY/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRFsXnWAdI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xYOhlYOWLKY/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351478885778588114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Batman wannabe and cigar-smoking mafia in Langkawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRFsOR6odI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8gwH1EUrh28/s1600-h/n745100361_2563125_6336878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkRFsOR6odI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8gwH1EUrh28/s320/n745100361_2563125_6336878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351478883272794578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ju-on haunting sleeping beauty, Bav.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also this particular friend who can make me laugh with his antics. His funny -sharp-gravity-defying hair hair and his muka red-tomato especially after drinking only one cup of beer, are ever entertaining. Over &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the years, I am proud that his alcohol tolerance has increase significantly. Now, he knows what happened the whole night without falling asleep after a drink. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is one friend who need no words to understand what has happen. I know he is a silent friend who will be there when I need help, macam baja hitam. HAHA!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Not to mention, he is one of my silent readers haha *Nah. take that ;P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember when I lost my camera the second time, during North India trip and was damn sad, he loaned me his camera. I was really touched cos I jus lost mine and am sad and angry over my carelessness. Though his reason was weird, *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he said since I lost my camera, I will definitely take extra precautions and extra care over his camera. Cheh* &lt;/span&gt;but that's his way I guess. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkecVddtgDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/y4kv8XvwSqY/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkecVddtgDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/y4kv8XvwSqY/s320/DSC01251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352418574653554738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;He has tendency to recommend food with much enthusiasm but takut others will say it's overrated. hohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His comrades are also not to be forgotten. 3 musketeers as i call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slumdog millionaire?* &lt;/span&gt;never fail to laugh at my lame jokes. Yes, muka maintain but spread my jokes to everyone and occasionally ask me to perform in front of others. -_-" I dunno how much of a friend I am to them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hard to keep up u know. hehe*&lt;/span&gt; but I definitely regard them as friend. I might not be there for them when in trouble  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* respective  girlfriends duty :) *&lt;/span&gt; but at least happie times can be share rite? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkefQZhkpBI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Je47lBIi_T0/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkefQZhkpBI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Je47lBIi_T0/s320/DSC01268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352421786231546898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="menu-top" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_FontSize" title="Font size" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);toggleFontSizeMenu();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Font size" class="gl_size" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;mr.muka maintain no 1. subclinical parkisonism &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*jk jk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he does laugh *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkekKSOU8LI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4fWb48qAwwg/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkekKSOU8LI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4fWb48qAwwg/s320/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352427178750701746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Budak kecik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; who always call me fei-mui. Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; but luckily i am ho-ngoi. *cantonese*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My pseudo-brother. Since Manipal days, he has been taking care of me like a little sis. Though he make sme worry most of the time but he is someone who I can talk and joke albeit lots of craziness. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For someone who is 1/2 chinese (sino-kadazan), he is quite racist towards his own race and always making fun of my rabbit sign &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*he calls it the china-sign V^-^v* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is never judgmental and always accommodating towards my demands. A friend who is just a phone call away. Thanks loads pseudo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/Sken2bbROXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KJcW75Ifpj0/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/Sken2bbROXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KJcW75Ifpj0/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352431235670030706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's also my A1 groupmates, people  who are same postings with me for erm, 3 semesters. We have our disagreements but plenty of fun times too. hehe the after class tea time and watching the daily dramas by a "certain" someone. Glad to be in the same group with u guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither emo nor dying anytime soon btw. Jus in case you r thinking why the sudden post. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking why wait when I wanna express my gratitude to people whom I care?&lt;br /&gt;and for the fact that I am skipping class tomorrow makes me happie too. haha&lt;br /&gt;Typing this post brought back so much memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: will update on this list soon. hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*updated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: not that i'm perasan but... you can send in your request for me to write bout you. Let me squeeze my head on what we both share together ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.ps: gTLiers- our friendship is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;irreplaceable&lt;/span&gt; k. more like sisterhood man. missing the crazee bunch! do you hear me? hehe&lt;br /&gt;mwah! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*big fat juicy kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkerLd_h6MI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7hb2LAsnTGw/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkerLd_h6MI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7hb2LAsnTGw/s320/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434895671126210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;missing members: emmie, cheryl, li yee and meikuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-338278030354629077?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/338278030354629077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=338278030354629077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/338278030354629077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/338278030354629077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-how-spontaneous-we-can-be-last.html' title='...'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/SkQ7jap8jJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DcGB0bTuRdM/s72-c/03062009084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-5945031737681302389</id><published>2009-06-21T02:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:57:51.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="videobacking_mid" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="item_detail_left"&gt;      &lt;div class="item_detail_preview"&gt;&lt;div id="wall_item" class="item_detail_content"&gt;&lt;div id="wall_item_container" style="overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some random stuff that make me happie. I'll throw in some comments. ^^ Ripped it from facebook (:&lt;br /&gt;Shades of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; are my picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;highlights are comments I can't help &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; commenting about .. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer notes: These are purely my own thoughts. You are entitled to feel free to counter them or agree to it. =P*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*one day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;esp when friends say the most random stuff at the weirdest moment, telling a joke in a matter-of-fact way, with a straight face but usually when I laugh, the abdomen hurts more than the face. Face just becomes numb. I admit that I laugh at nearly every joke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*except sick perverted ones. absolute put off* &lt;/span&gt;but every laughing moments are sincere. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeky wins the prestigious award of always making me laugh out loud. Habisla my image in the public. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*note to self: close mouth with hand when laughing, laughter should only last for 5 seconds and below 10 db.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tell me who wouldn't feel happy for a special glance from someone, like a crush? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*twirls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. Getting mail. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was in India, my family members and Shwus used to send me cards. I am really happie when I recieved those snail mails. The cards were placed at the wall beside the mirror, so that I can see them everyday before I go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with good scenery, bunch of friends and great music. a road trip! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dont have to be the latest song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cos radiostations tend to butcher it after repeating for umpteen times* &lt;/span&gt;but more like, the right song for the mood at the unexpected moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lying on bed is a good idea although i can't guarantee that i'll be awake, listening to the rain. harharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;12. A bubble bath.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reliving the childhood days. hehe.When I was 8y/o, I used to make my own "swimming pool" cos my house dont have a bath tub, by stuffing the drainage holes on the shower floor with plastic bag and using a pail filled with water for weights on the plastic bags. Then, I'll filled the shower area (the common square area with 5 cm high divider) with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13. Giggling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;esp while gossiping about someone you dont like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bitchy mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;14. A good conversation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anytime, be it, general issues, general knowledge, dreams, future plans, random issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;15 The beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE the beach, sea, sea creatures. I once slept on the hammock by the beach, under a canopy of trees with layers of sunblock for 3 hours and ended up, tanned, like a freaking Indonesian maid. Sigh. but i still love the beach. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;17. Laughing at yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;especially after embarassing myself. all the time. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;19 Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This used to happen in Manipal when the intercom between hostel rooms was free. Alicia used to kick me out of the room cos I disturbed her sleep by laughing so loud. I had to talk in the halfway with a freaking long telephone connection wire. hehe no thanks to steven tan. then he goes scaring me with his cerita hantu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;20. Running through sprinklers. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*acting movie meh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*siao*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I like. come, tell me more often. LOL! *unsincere comments  will result in YOU getting an unscratchable, unreachable itch like at the spine area, middle ear etc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL! girls will be girls. =) enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this gesture will last me the whole day or through tough times. awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; Ultimate satisfaction! *nods head profusely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;            28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;spending time with old friends is good but making new friends can be tiring and scary especially making a good first impression, creating conversation, afraid of being judged, afraid of looking stupid etc. Sometimes, we humans are too comfortable in our own zone. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         29. Playing with a new puppy or kitten.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *playin is one thing. commitment is another. i absolutely detest people who act all lovey dovey with puppies or kittens but not towards the grown-up version*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         30. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;31. Sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was once told that we dream because we want it to happen in the real life leading to subconsciously picturing the event in our sleep. Dunno how true is the story but I am sometimes like that. which leads to No.17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;32. Hot chocolate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yummy!! escpecially Cadbury! I am easily bribe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shameless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;33. Road trips with friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no. 7!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;34. Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         36. Making chocolate chip cookies. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*only in the toilet* wah. so crude. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*evil friends who want me to gain weight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            38 Holding hands with someone you care about. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* i cant hold  hands cos i have sweaty palms. the day when someone is willing to hold my hand is the day I meet my soulmate. wtf. hahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         39 Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         40. Watching the _expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;41. Watching the sunrise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though i prefer sunset. The colours of the clouds during sunset can be mind-blowing at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*should be. but knowing a long day ahead can be depressing tho*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;43. Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know for sure my family misses me a lot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*big teary eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply&lt;/span&gt;. A hug is very therapeautic, be it being a giver or recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then only I'll know who will trust me and stand by me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;       &lt;div id="comment_box" style="width: 510px; padding-top: 10px; display: none;"&gt;        &lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5"&gt;                  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td width="50"&gt;           &lt;a href="http://fw.fb.community.slide.com/fb_funpix/?previous_view=FB_PROFILE&amp;amp;media_token=pkIoK0geKEbiIEIO8duas5Lc8-n_nHtVTH57n1gIM33_oc80nJhCHy970jbFLBueR3D0xoje-tVVzpUhGktrSbssY0TWoPxT9JS8zCvSnz4sSuI5w4lUOqryqeFTNXZ5&amp;amp;detail=1&amp;amp;CXNID=1000005.8NXC&amp;amp;override_domain=1&amp;amp;view=641166439&amp;amp;fb_sig_in_iframe=1&amp;amp;fb_sig_locale=en_US&amp;amp;fb_sig_in_new_facebook=1&amp;amp;fb_sig_time=1245520218.8184&amp;amp;fb_sig_added=1&amp;amp;fb_sig_profile_update_time=1245481767&amp;amp;fb_sig_expires=0&amp;amp;fb_sig_user=641166439&amp;amp;fb_sig_session_key=7dbc50f361a08557d4473df6-641166439&amp;amp;fb_sig_ss=f83b0024cf8d8e90a6b578212f5d92a7&amp;amp;fb_sig_ext_perms=offline_access%2Cauto_publish_recent_activity&amp;amp;fb_sig_api_key=a34c6148f4f7fa70def2c7bccd2d517e&amp;amp;fb_sig_app_id=2378983609&amp;amp;fb_sig=e49018c685796d7bc88c4a41d74e82d0#" onclick="load_page_content('ajax_feed_setup', {'feed_id': '695427320'}); return false;"&gt;&lt;img class="" name="695427320" id="fb_pic_695427320_44832584" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/900/112/q695427320_6643.jpg" style="" title="Cindy Lim" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;            A note from &lt;a href="http://fw.fb.community.slide.com/fb_funpix/?previous_view=FB_PROFILE&amp;amp;media_token=pkIoK0geKEbiIEIO8duas5Lc8-n_nHtVTH57n1gIM33_oc80nJhCHy970jbFLBueR3D0xoje-tVVzpUhGktrSbssY0TWoPxT9JS8zCvSnz4sSuI5w4lUOqryqeFTNXZ5&amp;amp;detail=1&amp;amp;CXNID=1000005.8NXC&amp;amp;override_domain=1&amp;amp;view=641166439&amp;amp;fb_sig_in_iframe=1&amp;amp;fb_sig_locale=en_US&amp;amp;fb_sig_in_new_facebook=1&amp;amp;fb_sig_time=1245520218.8184&amp;amp;fb_sig_added=1&amp;amp;fb_sig_profile_update_time=1245481767&amp;amp;fb_sig_expires=0&amp;amp;fb_sig_user=641166439&amp;amp;fb_sig_session_key=7dbc50f361a08557d4473df6-641166439&amp;amp;fb_sig_ss=f83b0024cf8d8e90a6b578212f5d92a7&amp;amp;fb_sig_ext_perms=offline_access%2Cauto_publish_recent_activity&amp;amp;fb_sig_api_key=a34c6148f4f7fa70def2c7bccd2d517e&amp;amp;fb_sig_app_id=2378983609&amp;amp;fb_sig=e49018c685796d7bc88c4a41d74e82d0#" onclick="load_page_content('ajax_feed_setup', {'feed_id': '695427320'}); return false;"&gt;&lt;span class="" name="695427320" id="fb_name_695427320_44832585" kwargs="%7B%7D"&gt;Cindy Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;div class="comment_balloon"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_interior"&gt;Natural Highs Please make sure you forward this back to me . . . You'll see why at the end. Think about them one at a time before going on to the next one. It Does Make You Feel Good, especially #45. 1. Falling in love. 2. Laughing so hard your face hurts. 3. A hot shower. 4. No lines at the supermarket. 5. A special glance. 6. Getting mail. 7. Taking a drive on a pretty road. 8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio. 9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside. 10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer. 11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry). 12. A bubble bath. 13. Giggling. 14. A good conversation. 15 The beach 16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter. 17. Laughing at yourself. 18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you 19 Midnight phone calls that last for hours. 20. Running through sprinklers. 21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all. 22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful. 23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS 25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you. 26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep. 27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner). 28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones. 29. Playing with a new puppy or kitten. 30. Having someone play with your hair. 31. Sweet dreams. 32. Hot chocolate. 33. Road trips with friends. 34. Swinging on swings. 35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger. 36. Making chocolate chip cookies. 37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies. 38 Holding hands with someone you care about. 39 Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change. 40. Watching the _expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you. 41. Watching the sunrise. 42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day. 43. Knowing that somebody misses you. 44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply. 45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think. Pass on These Natural Highs to at Least 7 People in the Next Half Hour and Something Fantastic Will Happen to You in the Next Few Hours. Be sure to send it back to the person who sent it to you! Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder and Your hand over my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-5945031737681302389?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/5945031737681302389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=5945031737681302389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/5945031737681302389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/5945031737681302389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-fun.html' title='For fun'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-7590671096955752051</id><published>2009-06-14T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:08:29.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>&lt;3 talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something, or rather someone has been lingering in my head for the longest time...&lt;br /&gt;All the what ifs, and what nots..&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; possibility, why does the heart (with all the wrong feelings) torturing the mind which affects the soul?&lt;br /&gt;Such a sad state to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fret not, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*convincing myself*&lt;/span&gt; I will sleep it off! and wake up to a new day with a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;huge grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my face &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*probably not. more like a huge sigh.. haihhh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and waits patiently :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank God, there's a place like home:  a place to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn emo sial. must be the hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-7590671096955752051?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/7590671096955752051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=7590671096955752051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7590671096955752051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7590671096955752051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-talk.html' title='&lt;3 talk'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-3539685054267047531</id><published>2009-06-10T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:20:40.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>you know what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so hard telling people this. Harder to make them understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I smile, I am actually saving whatever dignity I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so judgmental and critical towards me? ... are really beyond my understanding..&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you really know me&lt;/span&gt;, to even pass me those comments? What rights do you have for making me a  joke for your own sadistic purpose? How dare you pass comments without thinking of my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's difference between friendly jokes and pull-you-down-to-make-me-happy kind of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I am too nice, too soft, easily bullied or I have the tidak-apa-attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those situations, what am I supposed to do when my feelings are compromised? Be it publicly humiliated or privately confronted.&lt;br /&gt;...Laugh it off, as usual and havin the cycles repeat?&lt;br /&gt;...Confront, saying, "I dont like it", but afraid of sounding too harsh&lt;br /&gt;... or easiest way, act blur and ignore those comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the comments are true. but whatever reason, you have no rights in making me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;Partially my fault for not standing up for myself. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, if the comments are true, how do one defend oneself?&lt;br /&gt;Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;It's personal attack k.. huhuh. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hurt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: jus to be fair, I know I make fun of others also but my jokes are in general. Never personal attack. and of course I know the other person well enough to make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: think of happy thoughts. happie thots. :)&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s: feels better now. don need sympathy. just venting out. mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-3539685054267047531?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/3539685054267047531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=3539685054267047531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/3539685054267047531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/3539685054267047531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-what.html' title='you know what?'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-1673943453428727506</id><published>2009-05-02T14:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:23:10.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy happy things'/><title type='text'>i &lt;3 you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so leech and i had a conversation about ppl who were or will be (ahem!) in our past. we talked about what was, what could have been to where we are right now. i was telling her about how i keep myself updated with a particular &lt;em&gt;xx&lt;/em&gt; when the conversation came to this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;leech: ohh, he use facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: yeahh, has always been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;leech: mm, can i add him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: errr, why ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;leech: so that i can message him and say JERKKKK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at this point i started laughing really hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: mm, then can i add &lt;em&gt;yy&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;leech: can la! i think he knows you cause i tell him about you sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: good! then i can message him as well and say ASSHOLE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so sweeeeeeet! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt; amanda lai lee chen! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-1673943453428727506?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/1673943453428727506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=1673943453428727506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1673943453428727506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1673943453428727506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-best-friend.html' title='i &lt;3 you'/><author><name>drama.queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03480051573444789841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-6394381602618019070</id><published>2009-05-02T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:49:54.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Spotted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/Sfsfq4PePgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NEbaVbLjtXo/s1600-h/DSC02203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/Sfsfq4PePgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NEbaVbLjtXo/s320/DSC02203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330889405435362818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stonehenge"&gt;Stonehenge &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Malaysia seen in Kuala Selangor ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a form of art in the most random place. beats me who did it. happen to take this pic while stopping at the traffic light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-6394381602618019070?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/6394381602618019070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=6394381602618019070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6394381602618019070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6394381602618019070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/05/spotted.html' title='Spotted'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUgq-3oyPXc/Sfsfq4PePgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NEbaVbLjtXo/s72-c/DSC02203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-407838802157726821</id><published>2009-04-24T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:43:04.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>it just keeps getting better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with each passing day, and i don't know if i like the way things are heading because the better it gets, the more afraid i am. sometimes i wonder if it's all in my head, but when you look at me the way you look at me and when you say those things you say to me, it just makes me think that you feel it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish that this does not have to come to an end, but we both know it's not possible and there will be no end to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so maybe, just maybe, you should stop being so nice to me and stop looking at me like you do, then maybe, just maybe, this feeling will go away, someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..flames to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-407838802157726821?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/407838802157726821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=407838802157726821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/407838802157726821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/407838802157726821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-just-keeps-getting-better.html' title='it just keeps getting better'/><author><name>drama.queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03480051573444789841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-1004497760264142768</id><published>2009-04-21T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:35:22.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Shoutout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothin beats &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;good company&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; buddies. U guys know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad for having gfs, cos without saying anything, they can feel the same emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I am also glad for being a girl. Cos every girl has the license to bi**h. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*evil smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not saying this on the spur of the moment but I really appreciate your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;concern&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how gloomy the world is...&lt;br /&gt;I still believe the best is yet to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: To think that at the age of 22+, I am still clouded by adolescent problems. Sigh. Haha. So sien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-1004497760264142768?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/1004497760264142768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=1004497760264142768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1004497760264142768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1004497760264142768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoutout.html' title='Shoutout'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-6332242225218820110</id><published>2009-04-16T22:50:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:04:44.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy happy things'/><title type='text'>the magical corridor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as i push open the door, i caught a glimpse of your face. i sigh loud enough for you to hear me and then just to let the door go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you stand there, holding the door open with your body, at the same time blocking my way, looking at me the way you always do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we stand there for a while not saying anything. when the silence became unbearable, i look at you with a smile and say, "hie!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you don't move. you just have the same look plastered to your face, seemingly enjoying the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;annoyed, i frown and say, "this is me being nice here!" you remain silent but broke into laughter after a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you then make way for me to pass through and proceed to walk away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;right before you hit the corner, you turn to me and say loud enough for me to hear, "you know, sometimes you're just too sweet for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;likewise, babe! likewise! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-6332242225218820110?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/6332242225218820110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=6332242225218820110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6332242225218820110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/6332242225218820110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/04/magical-corridor.html' title='the magical corridor'/><author><name>drama.queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03480051573444789841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-1556339820093291363</id><published>2009-04-12T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:27:22.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>i can't keep my hands off the cookie jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't even bring myself to justify the kind of things that goes through my mind when you look at me the way you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it feel so damn right when deep down inside, i know it's all wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-1556339820093291363?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/1556339820093291363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=1556339820093291363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1556339820093291363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1556339820093291363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-keep-my-hands-off-cookie-jar.html' title='i can&apos;t keep my hands off the cookie jar'/><author><name>drama.queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03480051573444789841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-1287750359084198715</id><published>2009-03-24T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:29:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sometimes I wish my life is a movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can pause, rewind and forward or just DELETE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;when ever I want or need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I just want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to put myself in those situations again. But then again, those situations contributed to the dramas in my life. /crazy&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I deserve someone better. Yeap! (:&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to love myself and put my feelings first.&lt;br /&gt;I need to trust my instinct and most of all, need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take a stand&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the very last time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never been in love nor have a bf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, LOL all you want but I'm just gonna wait for my prince to come.. /shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you believe it's true about my life, it's just your bloody assumptions. Unless you clarify with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having say all that, good luck to me and you, my fren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chapter close (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-1287750359084198715?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/1287750359084198715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=1287750359084198715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1287750359084198715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1287750359084198715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/03/insert-biggest-sigh-ever.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-680421342956336972</id><published>2009-03-18T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:18:34.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today i spent the whole afternoon at Popular Bookstore, reading random general interest books like, 501 cities to visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*not bad, i've visited most of india cities*&lt;/span&gt;, When Venus and Mars collide, World's Famous true love stories, Bart Simpson's guide to life etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you can see, I have weird choice of book selections. I've read literatures, non fictions, fictions and heard how others talked bout famous writers and their works and not joining the conversation cos I have not read? but I have nothing to be ashamed of cos that's my interest (: Oh, I like to read autobiographies too but those books need a longer time, understanding and more patience to read. Sometimes, I think my brothers and dad influence my  choice of reading cos I'm also fascinated with World War books. They have a whole collection of it including reproduced newspaper cuttings and pamphlets. It's especially fun if I can join in their conversation bout war and how I can also chip in some random information. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's been a long time since I can spend a wonderful day reading books (not medical related) which I'll probably only read once and do not need to pay through my arse (_I_)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: truth is there was not much thing to shop. so boring selection of shoes and clothes. bah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-680421342956336972?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/680421342956336972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=680421342956336972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/680421342956336972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/680421342956336972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-afternoon.html' title='Lazy afternoon'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-7202588273089220789</id><published>2009-03-11T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:45:54.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*As of 3.00am, Wednesday morning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current temperature: HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current mood: Relax with a bit of palpitations due to the accumulated caffeine from the teh-c(b/fast) + kopi-peng (lunch) + iced latte (dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current location: Sungai Petani, Nick Ho's house, living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current friends (Sashi, Ho, Andrew) doing: Playing chinese chess. Mwhahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a bad holiday at all. considering it's last minute planning and seriously, the weather is freaking hot. We took our own sweet time starting from Sashi picking me up from Klang, proceeding to Saujana to pick princess Andrew and Nick, then off for breakfast nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Journey started bout 10.30am under the canopy of clear sky towards Ipoh! Land of Hor Fun? Chicken rice? hehe to pick Sohnam and meet up with Avreena. We decided to wait for Sohnam at Ipoh's Jusco shopping complex whixh I find eerily similar to the one in Klang. So not interesting~ Had roti bakar for lunch, though the heart craved for hor fun but the stomach says no~ Fret not, there's always good food in Penang as i psychoed myself &lt;em&gt;*satisfied face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Penang, we stopped at Queensbay mall for it's free air-cond while waiting for Gayathri and Gillian and then proceeded to our apartment where we made a reservation for Wednesday nite. After the long traveling hours, we adjourned to our next makan destination at Northam Foodcourt. As much as I wanted to eat Penang food, I found myself ordering this delicious looking German sausage meal! Hahah. Defeated the purpose of coming to Penang. I ate fried oyster tho and it made me swore i'm not eating second class fried oyster in Malacca anymore! &lt;em&gt;*no la, joking only. in desperate conditions, anything will do*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, we walked along Gurney drive for awhile. It was low tide and the water receeded way back till bout 500m from the sidewalk. The full moon was peeping through few fluffy clouds and its light just shone directly on the receeded sea. It was indeed a beautiful sight. One scene which I've not seen for a very long time. The only bad thing was the hot, still air which "forced" us to seek refuge in the air-conditioned Gurney plaza, which I ended up buying a pair of shoes. After temptations from 3 shopping malls, I am NOT going home empty handed &lt;em&gt;*such a wussy!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tad bit of disappointment cos we couldn't find durian. huhu. was expecting so much tho. While searching for durians, we stubled across the many hawker stores along McAllister Road and ate TongYuen for supper. Kinda weird for a supper choice but hey, we've been kinda random since the journey started~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and any thoughts of dieting goes poof in the air. Firstly, after climbing Mount Ledang, I replenished my energy by eating like 7 times a day. Yes, i know it's shit loads but I was constantly hungry k! And Penang, being the island of heavenly food isn't helping at all. Huhuh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had supper like 2 hours ago. Drank milo only tho. So much liquids inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of Mount Ledang, yes peeps, I've conquered Mount Ledang, formerly known as Mount Ophir in Johor, the 6th toughest in Malaysia k! *Gunung Kinabalu is the 9th toughest. Go figure*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more laters as the journey n story continues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going to play cards now. buhbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-7202588273089220789?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/7202588273089220789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=7202588273089220789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7202588273089220789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/7202588273089220789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip.html' title='Road trip!'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-2214855003564998442</id><published>2009-03-02T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:55:02.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some love pls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Nothin I say or do can bring  justice to my actions. I know I'm wrong but we all have our drunk moments, do we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I hate the feeling of not remembering anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hate the consequences that follow (try vomiting 10x and bile juice for a change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hate being unduly judged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hate hurting others with my actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I wanna defend myself but only can admit defeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I've learned my lessons but why do I feel more like a victim than a perpetrator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I've so much to say, so much emotions inside but no one to share it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I just wanna go home soon. To my family who loves me no matter what happens, who will support me though i did wrong, for they trust my character and trust that I will change for a better. They are more concern of my well being than themselves. I guess that's unconditional love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Today, I felt lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm glad that I was able to talk to the family while they were having dinner. Bro said dad is waiting for me to go home for Korean food. Mum asked me to get a pair of shoes for my hiking trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;.... sigh, tonight will be another teary night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-2214855003564998442?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/2214855003564998442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=2214855003564998442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/2214855003564998442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/2214855003564998442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-love-pls.html' title='Some love pls?'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681116.post-1270609303959161172</id><published>2009-02-16T20:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:28:18.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-non-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They say no reasons are needed when you love someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And here I am, having a  thousand and one reasons NOT to love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heck, I dont even know how love feels like. It's more like a taboo word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The truth is ... we are so similar that we are not compatible.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can really be myself, be so comfortable  but when two stubborn people get together with minimal tolerance or acceptance and so much expectations, the pressures built up, suppressed inside but in the end, there's really nothin to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Arguments over arguments and we still end up the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Call me evil, childish, criticize me or hate me all you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*i even hate myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; but the truth is, sorry, we can only be ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: btw, i dont appreciate friends who pushes me when i say i am not attached. if i am, i will announced k? so stop making fun. back off. how old are you already? blah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681116-1270609303959161172?l=munsterleech.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/feeds/1270609303959161172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8681116&amp;postID=1270609303959161172' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1270609303959161172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8681116/posts/default/1270609303959161172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterleech.blogspot.com/2009/02/non.html' title='-non-'/><author><name>monsterGrrr!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02210298552736116921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18416721097876680253'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>