<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431</id><updated>2012-02-13T20:06:47.190+08:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='PAS'/><category term='sasuke'/><category term='Drew Barrymore'/><category term='me'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='naruto'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='elevator'/><category term='parties'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='blogspot'/><category term='Mandarin'/><category term='Result'/><category term='boyfriends'/><category term='happy'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu7jYM-46Mc/TVpt-CPm6yI/AAAAAAAAATk/fW7_Xh3yA3E/s320/Picture0037.jpg'/><category term='blog'/><category term='wordpress'/><category term='Scarlet Johanson'/><category term='tgv'/><category term='diet'/><category term='Ragnarok'/><category term='test'/><category term='movie'/><category term='exaggerate'/><category term='August Thong and Perfect Snogging'/><category term='street fighter'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='study'/><category term='Personally by me'/><category term='family'/><category term='Kimberley Nixon'/><category term='Brandy'/><category term='Aphrodisiac'/><category term='farihahm'/><category term='blog thing'/><category term='kakashi'/><category term='phonetic'/><category term='nail'/><category term='monologue'/><category term='Akon'/><category term='Jennifer Aniston'/><category term='love'/><category term='Wild Child'/><category term='clubbing'/><category term='chun li'/><title type='text'>My Side of The Story!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>422</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6964383516632747148</id><published>2012-02-11T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:13:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Inotice that someone had updated statuses directed to me. Posted long long timeago though. I unsubscribed from that person for almost a year, so I never catchany updates from that person. The status directed to me? Well, I saw it throughsomeone else’s FB. You must’ve been very disappointed that it took me months toknow about it huh? Well, I’m a big girl now. I left status wars/rage, or whatever kind of status related attention seeking that people do, a few yearsalready. I even stop posting random status updates (I do it still, once in awhile. Posting random status updates I mean). So sad to know that you haven’t grow up. I'm not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;surprised (I've always known that you'll always be like that). Just sad........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Well, run along now. Continue with your usual attention seeking thing that you always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6964383516632747148?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6964383516632747148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6964383516632747148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6964383516632747148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6964383516632747148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/02/inotice-that-someone-had-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7547317577592129591</id><published>2012-02-07T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:23:39.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The... Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So…. I went to awedding last Saturday. A wedding here in my village. I didn’t want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not that I hatewedding, I love wedding. It’s the party that comes with the wedding that I don’tlike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Full with drunkpeople. Not that I have a problem with people that drinks. I don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hate to judge,it’s a part of the culture. Totally fine with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s the drunkenpeople I can’t stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a few‘experience’ dealing with drunken people (I believe it's inappropriate for me to share it here) and I hate every single one of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The only thingthat made me go to weddings is my mom’s “no one will come to your wedding ifyou don’t go” speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But that’s not thepoint. The point is that, I felt so unattractive that day at the wedding. Thosepeople that went to the wedding wore dresses, nice looking blouse or at leastjeans. As for me, I show up with an&amp;nbsp;over-sized&amp;nbsp;t-shirt, sweat pants, zero makeupand my hair was a disaster. Lesson learnt, I will doll up next time I go to awedding. Well, I’ll at least wear a nice t-shirt and jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7547317577592129591?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7547317577592129591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7547317577592129591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7547317577592129591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7547317577592129591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/02/thing.html' title='The... Thing.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1040274495180226036</id><published>2012-02-05T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T13:24:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ihave this bad habit when it comes to burping. I don’t really control it and Iusually burp after any meals wherever I am, believe me when I say it’s loud. Everytime. Last time I burp in front of my Boo, it was kinda loud, and he said “OMG!Feminine la sikit”. The only thing I did is laugh. Fine, I’ll not do it againin the future. At least not at public places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1040274495180226036?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1040274495180226036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1040274495180226036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1040274495180226036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1040274495180226036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/02/ihave-this-bad-habit-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4620347017503013812</id><published>2012-02-04T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:13:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I had been wanting to blog about this since last weeks, but I haven't got the time. Too many things about the house at Shah Alam needed to be settled. Now it's done, we've got new tenants and I moved to a new house also at Shah Alam but different section. That's not the point of this post. Anyho, I got this last week on Friday by mail. Won it from a contest made by &lt;a href="http://les-lumiere.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nurul&lt;/a&gt; and I'm super excited for getting this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love BB cream. They made our face look better even with just BB cream and powder (well, it also depends on what BB cream and powder you use). Not to mention the benefits that our skin will get from it (you can read about it &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/b-b-cream" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One downside about BB cream is that, most of the BB creams in the market are only available in two tones (unlike foundation and powder). So if you have quite a bit of a tanned skin, BB cream might not blend well with your skin color and it'll look very unnatural. Such a bummer (Thank God I'm blessed with fair skin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7ylxNfxnmA/Ty08WjJh7oI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZfWPWmm-lA4/s1600/SAM_0945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7ylxNfxnmA/Ty08WjJh7oI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZfWPWmm-lA4/s640/SAM_0945.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;BB cream is not a foundation. The function is somewhat alike but BB cream is not as thick as foundation and it carries a lot of benefits for the skin that foundation can't provide. And it doesn't clog our pores (big bonus if you ask me). This is the BB cream I'm currently using. I got it from Etude House. It's not easy to find cheap BB cream but I think BB cream is a great thing every girl should invest for. This one will last for a long time since it only take a small drop of it to cover the whole face and I rarely apply makeup these days (worth the investment). Not to mention it's SPF 30!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSCU9gWLVY8/Ty1AbJJfFSI/AAAAAAAAArU/DzAGRJG157o/s1600/SAM_0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSCU9gWLVY8/Ty1AbJJfFSI/AAAAAAAAArU/DzAGRJG157o/s640/SAM_0946.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know real beauty is skin deep. But that doesn't mean girls should not be beautiful on the outside. It's a plus if we have both. I'm not asking everyone to start using BB cream, I'm just sharing what I do to make me look presentable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-4620347017503013812?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4620347017503013812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4620347017503013812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4620347017503013812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4620347017503013812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/02/beauty-without-grace-is-hook-without.html' title='Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7ylxNfxnmA/Ty08WjJh7oI/AAAAAAAAArM/ZfWPWmm-lA4/s72-c/SAM_0945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1635906775360143288</id><published>2012-01-30T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:25:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happens now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It takes one time for me to really screwup. One time for me to get mad with the stupidest reason ever and 4 days for meto figure that out. A few hours to settle that thing and it’s never the sameagain after that. Or I should say, things went back to how they originally were.Well maybe because I didn’t really try to make things better or I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;tellyou enough about how that thing that happened makes me feel. So what happens now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1635906775360143288?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1635906775360143288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1635906775360143288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1635906775360143288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1635906775360143288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-what-happens-now.html' title='So what happens now?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6840790266334456488</id><published>2012-01-29T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:40:07.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/310968_460s_v1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/310968_460s_v1.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One of the "A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words" moment.&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/1696375456213637431-6840790266334456488?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6840790266334456488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6840790266334456488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6840790266334456488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6840790266334456488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordless-sunday.html' title='Wordless Sunday.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5598713089571204254</id><published>2012-01-28T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:56:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The manner of giving is worth more than the gift.  ~Pierre Corneille, Le Menteur</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My Boo arrived at Klang this morning. We’re excited to see each other since it has been 2 months since the last time he’s here in Selangor (he was here last time because of his interview). We didn’t get the chance to celebrate my birthday last December (we never get to celebrate my birthday on time even after nearly 4 years being together), so when we met today, he gave me my birthday and Christmas present. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7V7lKn4Va8w/TyQCg4doM-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/vGs8P0_qzic/s1600/SAM_0935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7V7lKn4Va8w/TyQCg4doM-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/vGs8P0_qzic/s400/SAM_0935.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h49ncMWrxM4/TyQDHGBgGyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/n8ovMWVOa2E/s1600/SAM_0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h49ncMWrxM4/TyQDHGBgGyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/n8ovMWVOa2E/s400/SAM_0936.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A replacement because no shop can fix the watch my Dad gave me last 2009. Apparently the watch is too unique to be fixed (it’s also white by the way). I'm not the type of person that wears watch. Even if I have one, I'll only wear it for one or two weeks and then completely forgot I have one (an exception for the watch my Dad go me). I might change after this because of this watch. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yrylW4Uecs/TyQDtTJFN6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/AMUP4vhUFx8/s1600/SAM_0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yrylW4Uecs/TyQDtTJFN6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/AMUP4vhUFx8/s400/SAM_0938.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And he got a handbag for Christmas for me. This isn’t really my style, but it’s a gift. I’ll love it no matter what. He said he want to see me with a more mature style. That explains the style and color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5598713089571204254?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5598713089571204254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5598713089571204254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5598713089571204254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5598713089571204254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/manner-of-giving-is-worth-more-than.html' title='The manner of giving is worth more than the gift.  ~Pierre Corneille, Le Menteur'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7V7lKn4Va8w/TyQCg4doM-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/vGs8P0_qzic/s72-c/SAM_0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7076204718772157616</id><published>2012-01-27T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:50:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/388511_700b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/388511_700b.jpg" width="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a gentlemen for a boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7076204718772157616?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7076204718772157616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7076204718772157616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7076204718772157616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7076204718772157616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-gentlemen-for-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6244948443839426927</id><published>2012-01-27T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:07:27.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi Dan Brown Collection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8GGc_eica4/TyF44pnR7vI/AAAAAAAAAqc/cRKGzky--dk/s1600/SAM_0914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8GGc_eica4/TyF44pnR7vI/AAAAAAAAAqc/cRKGzky--dk/s640/SAM_0914.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;One more book to complete my Dan Brown collection (The Da Vinci Code). Buy the book for me, and I'll love you extra. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6244948443839426927?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6244948443839426927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6244948443839426927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6244948443839426927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6244948443839426927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/moi-dan-brown-collection.html' title='Moi Dan Brown Collection.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8GGc_eica4/TyF44pnR7vI/AAAAAAAAAqc/cRKGzky--dk/s72-c/SAM_0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1158243581215422095</id><published>2012-01-26T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:54:57.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KE4ZmCLDZyE/TyF2VBGnulI/AAAAAAAAAqU/32BSGgN4Lys/s1600/SAM_0913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KE4ZmCLDZyE/TyF2VBGnulI/AAAAAAAAAqU/32BSGgN4Lys/s640/SAM_0913.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what the house looks. Not all the time though. At present, since everyone is busy sorting out stuff. End of degree is very tiring. Not to mention that 8 women stay in this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1158243581215422095?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1158243581215422095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1158243581215422095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1158243581215422095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1158243581215422095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KE4ZmCLDZyE/TyF2VBGnulI/AAAAAAAAAqU/32BSGgN4Lys/s72-c/SAM_0913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6920784922912349139</id><published>2012-01-25T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:30:31.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just until we’re passed this house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here’sthe thing, Nadh, Anis and I went to a house to check out a room for us to rentnext semester. So, yeah. Room hunting, no big deal. But on our way, we passed thisone house about two house away from the house that rent a room to students. Wesaw this one big iguana resting on the fence of the house. Trust me when I saythat it’s big. It’s as big as this one in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_R1SUACyug/Tx7Yf-dRRpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZA4bA6EX8Xs/s1600/Tim+and+iguana+friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_R1SUACyug/Tx7Yf-dRRpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZA4bA6EX8Xs/s400/Tim+and+iguana+friend.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At first, I thought that it’s not real. Ithought that it’s only a statue because it didn’t move at all. But actually, Ithink I was convincing myself that it’s not real. It’s a statue. I force myselfto look at it and I keep on telling myself “Just until we’re passed this house.To be sure that it’s not a real life iguana”. I was staring at it when it’shead move and I ran away from the house scratching all over my body (yes, I havethis habit of scratching all over my body when I see something ewwey like that).Anis and Nadh laughed at me, and they said they have never seen me as freakedout like that. Who wouldn’t if it’s an iguana as big as that? Imagine itrunning at you. SCARY!&lt;/span&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/1696375456213637431-6920784922912349139?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6920784922912349139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6920784922912349139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6920784922912349139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6920784922912349139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-until-were-passed-this-house.html' title='Just until we’re passed this house.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_R1SUACyug/Tx7Yf-dRRpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZA4bA6EX8Xs/s72-c/Tim+and+iguana+friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7204031940003833548</id><published>2012-01-23T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:09:31.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It’s not getting okay. I still feel weird.That’s weird and very uncomfortable. It seriously is. And the worse thing is,it happens on the very last semester. Where I might not get to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7204031940003833548?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7204031940003833548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7204031940003833548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7204031940003833548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7204031940003833548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-not-getting-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1785119342394875534</id><published>2012-01-17T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:40:56.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Spending time listening to Jessie J’sDomino. Why? Because the rhythm makes me forget about this ‘sakit hati’ I’vebeen having. The song makes me smile all the time. Running Man ep 77, I needyou. Fast. I need a dose of ‘funny’ to ease this feeling.&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/1696375456213637431-1785119342394875534?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1785119342394875534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1785119342394875534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1785119342394875534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1785119342394875534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/spending-time-listening-to-jessie.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4566689232114627054</id><published>2012-01-17T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:25:40.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Aren’t youlucky? I mean, you’ve come to the terms where I’ll tell you what I genuinelyfeel about you. No? Well, my bad. Should’ve known that because even after I toldyou….. you…. Oo well. Never mind. It was my fault. No, I’m not being sarcastic.I’m being real this time. I was wrong. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.So, sorry because it hurts. The end.&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/1696375456213637431-4566689232114627054?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4566689232114627054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4566689232114627054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4566689232114627054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4566689232114627054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/arent-youlucky-i-mean-youve-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8171501108484898414</id><published>2012-01-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:20:16.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I let the devil out. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Human beings,please… If you decided to go and watch any movie at the cinema, please choose amovie aligned with your cognitive level. Because seriously, I’m not thereinside the cinema to listen to you and your boyfriend/girlfriend babbling andbumbling like a pair of baboons about how shitty the movie is, just because youcan’t effing understands it. And not to forget, complaining that everyone that go out duringthe movie, goes out because they can’t understand it like you bunch do. If youdo, and if you happen to say thing like “Oo, sebab tu rupanya… bla bla bla bla….”You might hear someone like me replying out loud “lah! Baru paham ke?” in avery sarcastic, killing you softly way. Thank you. And even if s3x is a verynormal thing for you, I don’t appreciate it listening to you telling yourgirlfriend, “alah, xpernah merasa la tu”. Seriously man, that is not cool atall. It’s revolting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-8171501108484898414?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8171501108484898414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8171501108484898414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8171501108484898414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8171501108484898414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/yes-i-let-devil-out-again.html' title='Yes, I let the devil out. Again.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6077608575432074461</id><published>2012-01-06T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:48:05.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT (Two thousand Twelve. Get it? Oh never mind!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well hello thereworld. This is my official first post for 2012. Happy New Year I should say tobegin this. And very sorry for the late wish. I have been terribly busy withassignments and final exam (do notice that it’s in present tense. Which meansit’s not over, yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have beenspending these two weeks at the 24 Hour room at the library completing myassignments. Go home only after security asks us to go home at 12.00 a.m (yes,you get that right. 12 A.M). Now put that aside, let’s go through MY New Year resolutionshall we (not that it matters to you. But it does for me). Let’s begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;1. GRADUATE! (Yes. this is my lastsemester. I need to at least pass all papers to be able to graduate. I believe Ican. Pray for me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;2. Spread more LOVE and less HATE(I spread a lot of love this year. Hate too unfortunately. Oo well. I tend togive what I get. Most of the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;3. Take better care for my healingacne. Yes! Definitely will do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;4. SAVE MONEY! (I suck at this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;5. Get a part time job (Strongpossibility for me to do this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;Laugh more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;7. Blog more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;8. Write a book (One can dream. It might come true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That’s it fornow. I believe resolutions come everyday throughout the year. But these hereare just some of the things I really want to do this year. Some people thinkthat resolutions are just a waste of time and one should not blabber about NewYear resolutions. Well I think, to hell with what others think. We live OURlife, OUR way. We don’t bother them, so there’s no reason for them to bother ours’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So, that’s it fornow. Will write more. Promise. Toodles!&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/1696375456213637431-6077608575432074461?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6077608575432074461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6077608575432074461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6077608575432074461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6077608575432074461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2012/01/tt-two-thousand-twelve-get-it-oh-never.html' title='TT (Two thousand Twelve. Get it? Oh never mind!)'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5219126106529460745</id><published>2011-12-27T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:45:57.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#FaceLift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As you can see, I gave my blog another 'face lift'. It's still pink. Why? Because I kind like it in pink. Easy on the eyes. The designer of this template, is once again my lovely cousin &lt;a href="http://insideenrecca.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Enrecca&lt;/a&gt;. I love her work, shes very detail and my blog turns out to be perfectly nice. =)&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/1696375456213637431-5219126106529460745?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5219126106529460745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5219126106529460745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5219126106529460745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5219126106529460745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/facelift.html' title='#FaceLift'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6633621041100660882</id><published>2011-12-25T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:07:16.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Christmasgift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzIhLGiZ1Qo/TvYUMnZ0DoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KxQCrn7ImO0/s1600/SAM_0805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzIhLGiZ1Qo/TvYUMnZ0DoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KxQCrn7ImO0/s400/SAM_0805.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A Christmas gift from Haha. =) I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6633621041100660882?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6633621041100660882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6633621041100660882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6633621041100660882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6633621041100660882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmasgift.html' title='#Christmasgift'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzIhLGiZ1Qo/TvYUMnZ0DoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KxQCrn7ImO0/s72-c/SAM_0805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8795477829885609809</id><published>2011-12-25T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:01:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These past fewweeks, my hair has been torturing me. I’m super busy with assignments, AE andwas busy with tests. I have been spending time at the library’s 24 hour room upuntil late at night doing my assignments on the weekends. Because I don’t havethe time to doll up myself, I have to put my hair in a bun and after letting itgo I’ll get headache. It happens when you tie your hair too tight and in mycase, I have to tie them tightly so that it’ll last for hours in a bun. WheneverI get back home late at night, washed my hair, it’ll take hours before my hairwill be completely dry. And since I don’t sleep with my hair wet, it messeswith my circadian rhythm. Not good since I’m very particular about sleep. I’llget cranky if when I don’t get enough sleep and I will feel so sleepy andoverslept the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I decided,for this semester; for me to graduate, for me to be able to do all my remainingassignments, AE and study for my final exam, to cut my hair short. The lasttime I cut my hair short was last year, but it wasn’t as short as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to Anurato cut my hair. I love that saloon, I’m always satisfied with their work. WhenI said I wanted to cut my hair short, they went restless. They were asking me“betul ke ni?”, “x sayang ke rambut ni da panjang?”, “potong sikit je la”. Itold them that I’m serious. I want to cut my hair short, neck short. Theysuggested a few hair styles for me (Rashaa suggested too) for both medium lengthand short. After we’re done with the choosing, the moment the hair styliststarted to cut my hair, the other two hair stylist said to one another “rasanak nangis”, “kalau ak la, mesti ak nangis”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to admit,it is hard to let go of my long hair. But I really need this so that doingassignments and stuff will be easier and less ‘merimaskan’. I don’t have timeto doll up or even manage my hair these days and because of that, I look‘scary’ most of the time. Shorter hair means, shorter time to get ready,shorter time to worry about hair, no bun (in a way, no headache), shorter timefor it to dry, longer time to sleep and healthy hair! (consoling myself). Butone thing for sure, I do not regret this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFFhYQZOqcA/TvYODMLHP6I/AAAAAAAAApU/l7J8loormSk/s1600/SAM_0799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFFhYQZOqcA/TvYODMLHP6I/AAAAAAAAApU/l7J8loormSk/s400/SAM_0799.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlFc0QQzSCI/TvYOYpKnrpI/AAAAAAAAApc/qgY4P8VtOPY/s1600/SAM_0800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlFc0QQzSCI/TvYOYpKnrpI/AAAAAAAAApc/qgY4P8VtOPY/s400/SAM_0800.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--jI7zP0DnPA/TvYOw2h1kfI/AAAAAAAAApk/2h9sJ6KZSjg/s1600/SAM_0803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--jI7zP0DnPA/TvYOw2h1kfI/AAAAAAAAApk/2h9sJ6KZSjg/s400/SAM_0803.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_xxlNlI5zU/TvYSaVBiOHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/m-blqR-NrAI/s1600/ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_xxlNlI5zU/TvYSaVBiOHI/AAAAAAAAAp4/m-blqR-NrAI/s400/ba.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a before and after picture. I look different. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oo, and I get the usual comment. “Rambut awak tebal”. And I have always loved that comment. He spent quite a long time layering my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-8795477829885609809?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8795477829885609809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8795477829885609809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8795477829885609809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8795477829885609809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-now.html' title='For Now.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFFhYQZOqcA/TvYODMLHP6I/AAAAAAAAApU/l7J8loormSk/s72-c/SAM_0799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8276300134781555801</id><published>2011-12-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:10:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I Ain't Got You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46dc09e30379ba51" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46dc09e30379ba51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282411%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36EFF9550A6DCC11ED9B6F93D827971721597A9D.79E1494B6C93D1718A640A6618FB7EF799A632C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46dc09e30379ba51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCOxslp4_EGlGzY6KKBWXJOLG4mI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46dc09e30379ba51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282411%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36EFF9550A6DCC11ED9B6F93D827971721597A9D.79E1494B6C93D1718A640A6618FB7EF799A632C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46dc09e30379ba51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCOxslp4_EGlGzY6KKBWXJOLG4mI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had been wanting to upload this since last week. But I have been super busy (this is not the original video. I made this one smaller). My singing was bad, I did better during practice. What to do, nervousness stroke. Uploading this here specially for my Boo who had been wanting to listen to this since last week. I hate the fact that the music is slow, I can't really hear it so it's hard to determine when to actually sing. Never mind. I'll record a cover soon and post it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For the record, I'm not a good singer. I do this just because I sang for the senior's MPG last year and I thought, I should do this for my own MPG as well. I was really blurr on what song should I sing and I chose "If I Ain't Got You" even though I've just learn how to really sing this song (I know, this song is old. But I have just learnt it. Alicia Keys's songs are never really my fort&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;é. Different vocal range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/1696375456213637431-8276300134781555801?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8276300134781555801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8276300134781555801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8276300134781555801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8276300134781555801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-aint-got-you.html' title='&quot;If I Ain&apos;t Got You&quot;'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3919198894695755858</id><published>2011-12-23T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:29:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yUGQR7Obz30/TvRzl_Pt3AI/AAAAAAAAApI/FZ6JPEdbMtE/s1600/SAM_0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yUGQR7Obz30/TvRzl_Pt3AI/AAAAAAAAApI/FZ6JPEdbMtE/s400/SAM_0785.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks Qiqi forthe Christmas present. It’s sad, unable to celebrate Christmas together with myfamily this year. Sacrifices have to be made to graduate this semester, so yes.It has to be Christmas with the family. This made me feel a lil bit better. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3919198894695755858?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3919198894695755858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3919198894695755858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3919198894695755858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3919198894695755858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yUGQR7Obz30/TvRzl_Pt3AI/AAAAAAAAApI/FZ6JPEdbMtE/s72-c/SAM_0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3886336947907547018</id><published>2011-12-22T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T02:26:38.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I went to sleep thinking about how I wasnot being a good enough friend for you. Thinking, what did I ever do wrong. If only you know how I view friendship.If only you know how much that hurts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If only you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If..&amp;nbsp;&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/1696375456213637431-3886336947907547018?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3886336947907547018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3886336947907547018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3886336947907547018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3886336947907547018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4643791197124528932</id><published>2011-12-20T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:41:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You like, You Could Leave A Message After the Tone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate it whenpeople see me at my utmost vulnerable state. I don’t like people to see howweak and emotional I can get at times. I don’t like it when people say I’mweak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate puttingup my poker face and hide my actual feelings. So yes, people can normally readme like a book. It’s easy to know when I’m not feeling lively, sad, upset orangry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate it whenpeople come by and ask me, what’s wrong? Are you ok? Something happened?Because I hate the fact that I will lie most of the time by saying, I’m ok.Nothing’s wrong. Nothing happened. I know they’re concerned (I have the bestesthousemates. They will instantly know when I’m not ok). It’s just most of thetime when I’m down, I don’t want to talk about it. I just want someone to bethere, to hug me and tell me everything is ok. Just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Right now, I’mtired of making any effort. I’m tired, I’m exhausted and I’m worn-out. To behonest, this is the first time I have ever felt this way. I have always heldon, but now I’m letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-4643791197124528932?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4643791197124528932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4643791197124528932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4643791197124528932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4643791197124528932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-like-you-could-leave-message.html' title='If You like, You Could Leave A Message After the Tone.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8397431983505446662</id><published>2011-12-19T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:34:55.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So..... Blue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me tell you how my day goes today with a series of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJCvomPKOzo/Tu4czZY_yAI/AAAAAAAAAok/Mx2j36WtIoM/s1600/Picture0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJCvomPKOzo/Tu4czZY_yAI/AAAAAAAAAok/Mx2j36WtIoM/s400/Picture0049.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to the 24 hour room to do my PD essay. Spent my time searching for journal, then I changed my topic. Which means, another round of journal researching. Lynn is going to kill me when she sees this picture (because of the nescafe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUMVnYL4X-k/Tu4c0b0cVxI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gE0QqXHVYEs/s1600/Picture0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUMVnYL4X-k/Tu4c0b0cVxI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gE0QqXHVYEs/s400/Picture0051.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It gets colder. But that did not stop me from doing my PD essay (sadly, I did not do much of it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then Ayuni and I decided to go and watch Mission Impossible (to ease our almost exploding brains). But the only available tickets are at 10.30 p.m. so we decided not to go and just walk around surveying things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrbJlCaxHik/Tu4d7j9nn6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xnadxcQpYHc/s1600/SAM_0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrbJlCaxHik/Tu4d7j9nn6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xnadxcQpYHc/s400/SAM_0710.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bought something from this booth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W43KBGTbiE0/Tu4e-UxewQI/AAAAAAAAAo8/KRRdjOfiWIQ/s1600/SAM_0711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W43KBGTbiE0/Tu4e-UxewQI/AAAAAAAAAo8/KRRdjOfiWIQ/s400/SAM_0711.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to supposedly watch MI with this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: I really love the&amp;nbsp;t shirt&amp;nbsp;I'm wearing in these picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-8397431983505446662?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8397431983505446662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8397431983505446662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8397431983505446662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8397431983505446662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-blue.html' title='So..... Blue?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJCvomPKOzo/Tu4czZY_yAI/AAAAAAAAAok/Mx2j36WtIoM/s72-c/Picture0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3875447735123624882</id><published>2011-12-18T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:56:38.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Vs. Vintage, Vel and Vain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4ZjM7e31r8/Tu2SvtL_SiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/BDhc8ZX3MRw/s640/triplet.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Yes.I know this is vain, but I just love everything about me during last Pre-Graduationdinner. I love my attire (a lot!), my hair (extremely!) and my shoes (you haveno idea)! And everything is picked by three important people in my life. One ofthem is myself. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3875447735123624882?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3875447735123624882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3875447735123624882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3875447735123624882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3875447735123624882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-vs-vintage-vel-and-vain.html' title='3 Vs. Vintage, Vel and Vain.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4ZjM7e31r8/Tu2SvtL_SiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/BDhc8ZX3MRw/s72-c/triplet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5775825454675733896</id><published>2011-12-17T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:45:26.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can Just Read Between The Lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes, you focus too much on the personyou love and you neglect those who love you. I wish I can get over this, but Ican’t. Well in the end it does not matter, as long as you’re happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As for me, I do that too. But now, I willfocus on those who love me. They deserve that. I will be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAifS7YwFio/TuwPtALQaXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ejV1j8AQVCg/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAifS7YwFio/TuwPtALQaXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ejV1j8AQVCg/s400/happy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5775825454675733896?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5775825454675733896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5775825454675733896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5775825454675733896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5775825454675733896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-can-just-read-between-lines.html' title='If You Can Just Read Between The Lines.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAifS7YwFio/TuwPtALQaXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ejV1j8AQVCg/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6975133247399000524</id><published>2011-12-16T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:55:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST Birthday Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remembermy previous post when I said that this year’s birthday is the worst ever? Itake that back! What happened yesterday make up for it. BIG time. We had our Pre-Graduationdinner yesterday and well, it went on as usual. But something BIG happen whenit end. The MCs made an announcement and ask me to go and sing the most famoussong ever. I hesitated for a while and I was lost, wandering for a while when Isaw it. I saw a very familiar picture being played on the projector screen andI was wondering why was the picture there, when the birthday song started toplay then only I realized that it was made for my birthday. Everyone was applaudingand I was screaming “Oo my God”. The montage was made specially for me, for mybirthday the day before. My housemates made them for me and surprised me byasking the Pre-Graduation committee to play it for me. It was the biggest,sweetest, most amazing and the best birthday surprise ever! I’m uploading ithere to share the sweetest thing my housemates made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-631f9bb7ecbb1102" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D631f9bb7ecbb1102%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282411%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85E3D1D1D980B462AAB0763053DC06D540610B30.1411C5D87D54582AF109FE198DA9955F10D5B438%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D631f9bb7ecbb1102%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0QEDTK3o3LaDAaFGjQnacTbeUKc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D631f9bb7ecbb1102%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282411%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85E3D1D1D980B462AAB0763053DC06D540610B30.1411C5D87D54582AF109FE198DA9955F10D5B438%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D631f9bb7ecbb1102%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0QEDTK3o3LaDAaFGjQnacTbeUKc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The surprise didn’t end there. After thedinner, Ayuni said that she needs to meet her friend at the ‘Dataran Shah Alam’.I thought she’s meeting one of her friend from Melaka. So Rasha, Ira and Istayed in the car while waiting for her. I was texting Zam when Ayuni knockedthe front passenger seat’s window. I was a bit blur when I saw Nadh outsidesmiling and it took me a while to actually realize that we were there tocelebrate my birthday! They bought me a cake and a present and they sang happybirthday to me. It was the best celebration ever!! They took me by surprise andmade my day! I seriously did not suspect anything and the surprise birthdayplan, worked! I had been to absorb with preparing for my performance (it suckby the way), to the extent that I didn’t even realize there’s a birthday plangoing on. I really thought that they won’t be celebrating it right now, in themidst of everyone’s busyness. But they did and IT’S THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-GBqfS3n5w/TutNMcFhuAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/byRIrctaTIE/s1600/SAM_0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-GBqfS3n5w/TutNMcFhuAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/byRIrctaTIE/s320/SAM_0700.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It says, "Happy Birthday Belely"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fof4aXgysfk/TutNO7ThhBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0QnvDwFdChw/s1600/SAM_0701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fof4aXgysfk/TutNO7ThhBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0QnvDwFdChw/s320/SAM_0701.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My pictures with any of my birthday cakes are never pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd43NBOIkcY/TutNQ3AOGZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IoU3TQ0vgRA/s1600/SAM_0704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd43NBOIkcY/TutNQ3AOGZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IoU3TQ0vgRA/s320/SAM_0704.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cutest! I don't even know her name. lol. Her family was somewhere near us when we were celebrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xj2dQeZr8yM/TutNTpWY7RI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wHr_JGC5gNo/s1600/SAM_0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xj2dQeZr8yM/TutNTpWY7RI/AAAAAAAAAoM/wHr_JGC5gNo/s320/SAM_0705.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cut the cake with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have the best housemates!! And I don’t know ifthere’s anything that can ever top this birthday surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6975133247399000524?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6975133247399000524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6975133247399000524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6975133247399000524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6975133247399000524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-birthday-ever.html' title='The BEST Birthday Ever!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V-GBqfS3n5w/TutNMcFhuAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/byRIrctaTIE/s72-c/SAM_0700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1000822119377666094</id><published>2011-12-14T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:32:17.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 17 Year Old With a Few Years of Experience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today December 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;2011, I officially turn 17 (with a few years of experience). Many many thanksfor all the birthday wishes from my family and friends. I’ve finished answeringall the birthday wishes on facebook and phone. I go through them one by one andpersonally answer them one by one as well. Why? Because I appreciate everywishes. It’s not all the time that people pray for you to be happy, blessed byGod, having all your wishes comes true, to stay lovely etc etc etc. Once again,a million thanks people! I hope my eh*23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;*em year being alive inthis sadistically cruel world will be better than my 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year. AllI want for this birthday and Christmas is to pass all subjects this semesterwith a first class degree. I’ll be the happiest girl on earth if that happen (Iactually forgot that today is my birthday. I was busy these past few days andwhen my Boo reminded me yesterday, then only I remember. Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A million thanksto my Boo for being the first person to wish me happy birthday when the clockstrike 12 today. He was already asleep but he made sure that he woke up just towish me happy birthday. I’m a very simple girl, so simple things can make mehappy on my birthday. Yes, even though today is one of the worst birthday ofall because it doesn’t feel like a birthday. And the fact that I’m notcelebrating it with my family this year (no bday cake form my mum =( so sad!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But there are things that made me happy (besideshaving my boo to be the first one wishing me happy birthday). One of it will bea special blog post by the beautiful Khalidah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MefsiAqVZtM/TujCZMFpnLI/AAAAAAAAAns/h9Ac3Vebntc/s1600/khalidah+aziz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MefsiAqVZtM/TujCZMFpnLI/AAAAAAAAAns/h9Ac3Vebntc/s640/khalidah+aziz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, this mademe so happy (I told you it’s easy to make me happy!). It’s one of the sweetestthing I read today. And another this is from my ‘sangat comel’ housemate, Anis.I was complaining about how boring and not special today is. It goes somethinglike this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Anis. Today is the worst birthdayever. It’s just the same like any other day and there’s nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anis&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : There is something special. You justdon’t know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : What? What’s so special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anis&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;And that made my day! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;might not get to spendit with my family this year, but at least I have special friends around me thatmake today meaningful. Wait, since when am I so sensitive about my birthday? lol.I guess today is not that bad after all. Thank you God for that! (I intended todo a short post, but turn out long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;I know I always said I'm 17 year old with a few years of experience. That's just a joke, try to make situations more lively. I'm not ashamed of my real age. I'm still young. I'm proud to say, I'm 23 year old this year and I start my 23rd year by being 156.3 cm tall (I'm not going to grow taller, I know) and 46 kg (I'm not planning on losing weight, I'm almost bone thin already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1000822119377666094?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1000822119377666094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1000822119377666094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1000822119377666094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1000822119377666094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-17-year-old-with-few-years-of.html' title='I&apos;m 17 Year Old With a Few Years of Experience.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MefsiAqVZtM/TujCZMFpnLI/AAAAAAAAAns/h9Ac3Vebntc/s72-c/khalidah+aziz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3321427355622564484</id><published>2011-12-10T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:58:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, In Your Face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I forgot to wishmy blog happy 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Birthday last November. Been on Blogger sinceNovember 2008. Too bad I can’t remember the exact date I registered my account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;p/s: Ko manusiabusuk hati and kami semua berkata, buat lah. X luak pun. Xda effect pun. Depan lain, belakang lain. But you get angry at people for doing to you, what you did to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3321427355622564484?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3321427355622564484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3321427355622564484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3321427355622564484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3321427355622564484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-in-your-face.html' title='Happy Birthday, In Your Face.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3894300376634969807</id><published>2011-12-10T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:29:24.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Polish Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Youdon’t like her, just because one of your friends doesn’t like her? And condemningeverything that has to do with her. What are you trying to do? Apple polishmuch? If you need to ‘bodek’ your own friend, please grow up and learn the realmeaning of ‘friend’. Me thinks, it's pathetic and revolting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Will you excuse me, I need to go and find myself a bucket. Dear dear Vel, you should've known this. That person has always been a pain in the @ss to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3894300376634969807?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3894300376634969807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3894300376634969807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3894300376634969807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3894300376634969807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/apple-polish-much.html' title='Apple Polish Much?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-376399367773519893</id><published>2011-12-10T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:51:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only One That Can Determine What We’ll Absorb Is Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If we go toclass and didn’t get anything out of the lecture. Don’t blame the lecturersaying that he/she didn’t teach us anything today because if we really set in our mind to learn something at the class today, we will learn something. But ifwe go expecting that we will not get anything, then we will not get anything. Everythingdepends on ourselves and if we’re mature enough, we should have known this bynow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me put thisin a much simpler way so that we can understand, if we want to learn, we willlearn. If we want nothing, we will get nothing. As simple as that. So if youget nothing, it’s not someone else’s fault. It’s ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-376399367773519893?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/376399367773519893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=376399367773519893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/376399367773519893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/376399367773519893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/only-one-that-can-determine-what-well.html' title='The Only One That Can Determine What We’ll Absorb Is Us.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-450298572512529776</id><published>2011-12-05T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:53:41.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tattoo Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For those who were ‘present’ during mypresentation in Ethic class today, about the tattoo thing, this explains itall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bible says in Leviticus19:28, "Do not cut your bodies for the dead, and do not mark your skinwith tattoos. I am the Lord."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, no tattoo.&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/1696375456213637431-450298572512529776?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/450298572512529776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=450298572512529776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/450298572512529776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/450298572512529776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/tattoo-thing.html' title='The Tattoo Thing.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5983522014377431965</id><published>2011-12-04T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:44:34.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel of dEath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I’m at the 24 hour room now, doing mylong forgotten AE. Two more chapters to go and I’ll be done with it. But I haveso many other things to do these remaining two three weeks. Reports to befinished, personal development journals to be written, reviews to be draftedand finished, a genogram to be done, tests to worry about. I’ll be a dead meatsoon. Yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: Still can’t gain back my pace. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5983522014377431965?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5983522014377431965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5983522014377431965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5983522014377431965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5983522014377431965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/angel-of-death.html' title='Angel of dEath.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3777600277715274212</id><published>2011-12-02T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:12:44.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Found out that this sem’s MPG’s theme isvintage. Coincidently, I just bought a new pair of wedges when I was out todayand lucky me, it matched the theme. Yeay for me! Now I only need to getsomething to wear. Why does it have to be vintage? I’d just made up my mind notto buy anything for MPG, now I have to get something coz I have nada to wear. Ican attend without wearing anything vintage, but then again, this is the lastdinner we’ll be having for degree. So why not. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3777600277715274212?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3777600277715274212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3777600277715274212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3777600277715274212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3777600277715274212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/12/v-for.html' title='V for?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7844265828978435858</id><published>2011-11-27T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:45:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say, Date a Girl Who Reads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8u-B1X2LNQ/TtHr_iWxKrI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5cFn4a-wq-A/s1600/SAM_0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8u-B1X2LNQ/TtHr_iWxKrI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5cFn4a-wq-A/s400/SAM_0513.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The queue, where the end of the queue in the picture is not the end of the actual line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEXpyHxFrSk/TtHs8YhaWYI/AAAAAAAAAms/XbKRZhLc9Gw/s1600/SAM_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEXpyHxFrSk/TtHs8YhaWYI/AAAAAAAAAms/XbKRZhLc9Gw/s400/SAM_0514.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When it was still not that many people around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nrXOA5Nsl3E/TtHtr5ptZuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/sEoIu_WPkyg/s1600/SAM_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nrXOA5Nsl3E/TtHtr5ptZuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/sEoIu_WPkyg/s400/SAM_0515.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crowded I tell you! Excuse me for the expression, no makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDoCGOFmSUw/TtHudIZuWUI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PkobKGCQfNg/s1600/SAM_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDoCGOFmSUw/TtHudIZuWUI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PkobKGCQfNg/s400/SAM_0518.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See! and all the books are already in a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4DjbMzlDCE/TtHvSrY46HI/AAAAAAAAAnE/fQYGUCQEhzs/s1600/SAM_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4DjbMzlDCE/TtHvSrY46HI/AAAAAAAAAnE/fQYGUCQEhzs/s400/SAM_0519.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRVhKoXhqgI/TtHwF_gFf3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/9nT4fK0YEvw/s1600/SAM_0522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRVhKoXhqgI/TtHwF_gFf3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/9nT4fK0YEvw/s400/SAM_0522.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before lining up to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIGgj0NGaBI/TtHw7QUf-mI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qAS4bnQwXCo/s1600/SAM_0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIGgj0NGaBI/TtHw7QUf-mI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qAS4bnQwXCo/s400/SAM_0524.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The driver of the day. yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXEU_I_060s/TtHx0smt4oI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1RXZuJBLTuI/s1600/SAM_0525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXEU_I_060s/TtHx0smt4oI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1RXZuJBLTuI/s400/SAM_0525.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best RM40 I've ever spend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_8rNqeMBXM/TtHyr9WnE3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/iyYXHT-TqTM/s1600/SAM_0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_8rNqeMBXM/TtHyr9WnE3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/iyYXHT-TqTM/s400/SAM_0526.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best buy of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I did go to the Aftermath Book saletoday with my housemate and it was amazing! We got there at around 9.47 a.m.The queue was already quite long by that time and we waited for about 20minutes in line before they opened it. After 5 minutes queuing, the line gotlonger. Thank god we get there quite early. We spent 3 hours going through thebooks and I really wanted to stay longer but there were so many people aroundwith their heavy boxes of books. It was hard to move around and really pick outbooks. I get so dizzy the first 30 minutes because there were so many books andI don’t know where to start searching. I gained my pace after a while and I thinkI went to every section and every table but I ended up buying only 9 books. Ishould’ve gotten more! But I couldn’t find books from the authors that I want.No Stephen King, Sidney Sheldon and there was only one book from Dan Brown. Canyou believe it? ONE! I’m lucky because that ONE book is one of his other twobooks that I haven’t bought. Now I only need one more book to complete mycollection of his book,The Da vinci Code. I couldn’t find his other booksthere. Maybe they’re sold out. I’ve read all his books, I just haven’t gottenall of it for my collection (Speaking like a hardcore book collector. Which I’mnot by the way). I bought a Harry Potter book as well (the same, I’ve read itall but I don’t own any of the books. Well, I do own one now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m so happy with the books I’ve bought. Andtoday is one happy day for me. Now I get why people said I take the wrong minor.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7844265828978435858?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7844265828978435858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7844265828978435858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7844265828978435858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7844265828978435858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-say-date-girl-who-reads.html' title='They say, Date a Girl Who Reads.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8u-B1X2LNQ/TtHr_iWxKrI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5cFn4a-wq-A/s72-c/SAM_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-2152766456974009707</id><published>2011-11-26T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:57:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There’s a SALE! AndI’m so excited! Ok, I know what’s going through your mind (well at least, mostof you). You must be thinking about clothes, dresses, jackets, shoes etc etcetc. The usual. I don’t normally get excited about sale. But I’m excited aboutthis sale, because it’s BOOKS!!!! I want to go so badly!!!! So badly!!!!! Myhousemate went there last Friday and the books she bought, one word,awesome!!!!! She said she might be going again tomorrow. I’m going if she’sgoing! I want to go!!!! So badly!!!! You guys should check it out too. Here’s&lt;a href="http://www.bigbadwolfbooks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the page of the sale&lt;/a&gt;. Lets get excited together, shall we?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-2152766456974009707?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2152766456974009707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=2152766456974009707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2152766456974009707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2152766456974009707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-sale-andim-so-excited-ok-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8128584281818468285</id><published>2011-11-26T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:45:25.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Capital B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I haven’t gottenthe chance to blog about Ethos interbatch sports tournament. I joined futsallast Wednesday together with my friends and we won! First place! It was fun (especiallybecause we won). And I joined badminton too. To make up for not being pickedfor SAF this year (still mourning for that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was heldyesterday at 8 p.m. I was tired because I got back from UIC yesterday at almost7 p.m. But I went to the tournament anyway. I was lost last week because I can’tfind a partner for this (they only have double, so….). I was lucky because aclassmate of mine was also looking for a partner. The tournament was awesome!And we only got to meet Valen’s group in the final which makes it even moreawesome! We lost to them and got 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; place, but its okay. I had fun!How did I do? Well, Valen said I did really good. So, I’ll just believe I didreally good. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBJq4AhSGjY/TtDsPVf90bI/AAAAAAAAAmc/c53SewX4w6U/s1600/DSC01548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBJq4AhSGjY/TtDsPVf90bI/AAAAAAAAAmc/c53SewX4w6U/s400/DSC01548.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken after our first game. If I'm not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-8128584281818468285?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8128584281818468285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8128584281818468285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8128584281818468285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8128584281818468285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/capital-b.html' title='The Capital B.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBJq4AhSGjY/TtDsPVf90bI/AAAAAAAAAmc/c53SewX4w6U/s72-c/DSC01548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7614880180469303095</id><published>2011-11-23T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:37:11.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I should’ve never underestimated myself. I’man existentialist, I do what I believe I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7614880180469303095?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7614880180469303095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7614880180469303095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7614880180469303095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7614880180469303095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-shouldve-never-underestimated-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1761946870726738228</id><published>2011-11-22T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:03:35.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 2 3 and 4 3 2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If one day you feel like crying. Call me…..I don’t promise that I will make you laugh. But I can cry with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If one day you want to run away. Don’t beafraid to call me. I don’t promise…… to ask you to stop. But I can run awaywith you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If one day you don’t want to listen toanyone. Call me…… I promise to be there for you. And promise to be very quiet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if one day you call me…… And there’s noanswer. Come fast to see me. Perhaps I need you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is lovely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1761946870726738228?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1761946870726738228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1761946870726738228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1761946870726738228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1761946870726738228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-2-3-and-4-3-2.html' title='1 2 3 and 4 3 2?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5383447345296640824</id><published>2011-11-20T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:53:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I can’tgain back my pace last year. As a student I mean. Even my Boo think so too. Itend to get things done a day before the due day. Before this I get things doneat least 2 days before the dateline I’m screwed. No motivation and days ofprocrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5383447345296640824?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5383447345296640824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5383447345296640824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5383447345296640824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5383447345296640824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-cantgain-back-my-pace-last-year.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1170677942291464826</id><published>2011-11-19T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:48:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Then Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I said tomyself, things have got to stop going that way because I get so sensitive andemotional for things that are stupid and irrelevant. Because I’m sensitive,emotional, stupid and irrelevant. Why do I have to be so weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But then again,this isn’t all about me. I have to think about you and how hard things might befor you if I go on with this. It’s not that you need me, but I kinda think thatyou need me. Well, maybe for one or two things, maybe you don’t even bother,maybe you do, and maybe things might even be easier for you if I go on withthis. It’s not that you need me. Well, maybe for one or two things, maybe youdon’t even bother, maybe you do, maybe maybe maybe maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No? I’m doing mypart, do my best, and be the best. Done? The End? Okay! Yes, it happened. They fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1170677942291464826?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1170677942291464826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1170677942291464826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1170677942291464826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1170677942291464826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/but-then-again.html' title='But Then Again.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3363965936010825230</id><published>2011-11-10T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:40:10.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven’t beenblogging a lot these days. Writer’s block and the fact that I can’t gain backmy pace last year to complete all my assignments early is not helping AT ALL!Will try to make tomorrow a productive day, a very productive day! BTW, it’salmost December. Meaning, my birthday is coming. Gosh I feel so old! And nobirthday cake from my Mum this year. So not cool =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3363965936010825230?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3363965936010825230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3363965936010825230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3363965936010825230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3363965936010825230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-big-block.html' title='One Big Block'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-2738087840890552227</id><published>2011-11-08T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:54:19.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My favorite Koreangirl group made their comeback yesterday! Who am I talking about? The WonderGirls of course. Their new MV is out and it’s great! No sultry dancing, no “lookat me I’m sexy and hot” moves or anything like that. That’s one of the reason Ilike Wonder Girls. And the song is just super catchy. Wonder World is one hellof a great album. Here’s their new MV and I can’t wait for their “Me, In” MV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3fy4cqWMhyI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-2738087840890552227?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2738087840890552227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=2738087840890552227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2738087840890552227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2738087840890552227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/be-my-baby.html' title='Be My Baby'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3fy4cqWMhyI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3108094021341986741</id><published>2011-11-04T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:48:15.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Went to watchParanormal Activity 3 yesterday. It was not as scary as other horror moviewhere you get to see the ghost once in a while. And I don’t like the fact thatthey used a so called ‘self shoot’ camera as a part of that movie. It makes medizzy watching it. The only thing I like about Paranormal Activity is, themovies are made out backwards. The second movie is about the events that leadto what happened in the first movie and the third movie tells the beginning ofeverything. It’s twisted (slightly) and I like it. Imagine if a series of booksare written like that, imagine reading Harry Potter from book 7 to book 1. Pretty amazing.&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/1696375456213637431-3108094021341986741?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3108094021341986741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3108094021341986741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3108094021341986741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3108094021341986741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/paranormal-activity.html' title='Paranormal Activity'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4875420214594015604</id><published>2011-11-02T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:56:42.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkIsAGjCWd8/TrE9y367BZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RH1_S2KyCJk/s1600/died.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkIsAGjCWd8/TrE9y367BZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RH1_S2KyCJk/s1600/died.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-4875420214594015604?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4875420214594015604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4875420214594015604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4875420214594015604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4875420214594015604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkIsAGjCWd8/TrE9y367BZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RH1_S2KyCJk/s72-c/died.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5166507267812954102</id><published>2011-11-02T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:43:26.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Big G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes I said I wasbusy with two tests, two days in a row. But that doesn’t stop me to go to myBoo’s graduation yesterday. I was late, I got there when they’re moving outfrom the hall (I have to sit for the test first), but I spend the rest of hisgraduation day with him and his Mom. That does explain why I didn’t have theenergy to wake up that morning to study. Never mind that. Here are somepictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Flo2JD__Hp0/TrAdyZ__00I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ji-UQjv2f_U/s1600/305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Flo2JD__Hp0/TrAdyZ__00I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ji-UQjv2f_U/s400/305.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OheTCmHmS1k/TrAdzyaDKUI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kihVaOgukqA/s1600/314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OheTCmHmS1k/TrAdzyaDKUI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kihVaOgukqA/s400/314.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ayqB_uHWKGc/TrAd1W5D3aI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SlCkjTRAJ0I/s1600/315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ayqB_uHWKGc/TrAd1W5D3aI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SlCkjTRAJ0I/s400/315.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNIECUGoi_Y/TrAefDHnhTI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Cojn6pkCljI/s1600/SAM_0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNIECUGoi_Y/TrAefDHnhTI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Cojn6pkCljI/s400/SAM_0426.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Him and I, and his&amp;nbsp;bouquets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDJcfsVD91w/TrAfJNVLoqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5xvycODjjuY/s1600/SAM_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDJcfsVD91w/TrAfJNVLoqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5xvycODjjuY/s400/SAM_0428.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoSb7knxWQ0/TrAfwdXkBWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JeHYE0-znt0/s1600/SAM_0430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoSb7knxWQ0/TrAfwdXkBWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JeHYE0-znt0/s400/SAM_0430.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got to try his graduation gown (lol. gown. that sounds so wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MZ-20KeOsg/TrAgY46t55I/AAAAAAAAAls/SFUDvDDHeE4/s1600/SAM_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MZ-20KeOsg/TrAgY46t55I/AAAAAAAAAls/SFUDvDDHeE4/s400/SAM_0433.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5166507267812954102?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5166507267812954102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5166507267812954102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5166507267812954102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5166507267812954102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/his-big-g.html' title='His Big G'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Flo2JD__Hp0/TrAdyZ__00I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ji-UQjv2f_U/s72-c/305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7410015884903374198</id><published>2011-11-01T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:46:39.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be or Not To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday,I woke up at 3 a.m to continue studying for a 9.30 test, which means, I onlygot 3 hours sleep yesterday. And I have another test today, but unlikeyesterday, I couldn’t wake up at 3 a.m to study. I tried and tried again at 4a.m and again at 5 a.m. I’m too sleepy to even worry about the test. In theend, I just manage to study for about 2 and a half hour for the test. Theresult? I’ll just have to wait and prepare for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With this pace, I might not get first class degree. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7410015884903374198?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7410015884903374198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7410015884903374198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7410015884903374198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7410015884903374198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To Be or Not To Be'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-311886207623197641</id><published>2011-10-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:13:33.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I should bestudying for test tomorrow. So this will be quick. I have two tests this weekand this makes me miss my Boo so damn much. He used to get me snacks and drinkswhenever I need it while I’m studying for any test. Now, he’s not able to dothat for me. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: LDR ishard. And I’m still not used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-311886207623197641?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/311886207623197641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=311886207623197641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/311886207623197641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/311886207623197641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-should-bestudying-for-test-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1939309617240507132</id><published>2011-10-27T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:32:04.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday,  All my troubles seemed so far away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday's outing with my students was a blast! I had fun meeting them and they made me miss being a teacher. I wish I can come to their BBQ get together next month (If i'm not busy with assignments and stuff).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0ofZ_JPt64/Tqjic7SPljI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UGaYx8PxIDc/s1600/SAM_0406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0ofZ_JPt64/Tqjic7SPljI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UGaYx8PxIDc/s400/SAM_0406.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4UpR2tCA74/TqjqspzOUII/AAAAAAAAAjU/IRobXjWbdp0/s1600/SAM_0407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4UpR2tCA74/TqjqspzOUII/AAAAAAAAAjU/IRobXjWbdp0/s400/SAM_0407.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2ZXnjLabyQ/TqjsLBbUntI/AAAAAAAAAjc/r6E30kEKiPU/s1600/SAM_0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2ZXnjLabyQ/TqjsLBbUntI/AAAAAAAAAjc/r6E30kEKiPU/s400/SAM_0408.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went on a spontaneous date with my Boo after the outing! I haven't seen him in 3 weeks, so a date is a must! I had fun yesterday. My students and my Boo really made my day. Fun day yesterday, means working day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6POMUQHUX7I/TqjxKjdGlMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Fy4tWx5BdNQ/s1600/SAM_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6POMUQHUX7I/TqjxKjdGlMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Fy4tWx5BdNQ/s400/SAM_0411.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken at Ko Hyang Restaurant. Korean food for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hC2JgoEA4bA/Tqjx6GuZVjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/PX3UYRsXjTE/s1600/SAM_0415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hC2JgoEA4bA/Tqjx6GuZVjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/PX3UYRsXjTE/s400/SAM_0415.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was at Tutti Frutti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBifIgZ4ous/Tqjyq9P15YI/AAAAAAAAAj0/hkUPRalIHjQ/s1600/SAM_0421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBifIgZ4ous/Tqjyq9P15YI/AAAAAAAAAj0/hkUPRalIHjQ/s400/SAM_0421.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up9vO1gqnT4/Tqjzeib5dUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3fGF-RuKpqs/s1600/SAM_0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Up9vO1gqnT4/Tqjzeib5dUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3fGF-RuKpqs/s400/SAM_0423.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And these two were taken while waiting for the elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1939309617240507132?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1939309617240507132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1939309617240507132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1939309617240507132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1939309617240507132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/yesterday-all-my-troubles-seemed-so-far.html' title='Yesterday,  All my troubles seemed so far away.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0ofZ_JPt64/Tqjic7SPljI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UGaYx8PxIDc/s72-c/SAM_0406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6506796184454474543</id><published>2011-10-25T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:33:03.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely 4J</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJTJmoEH1hw/TqbQ9iUmJrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/u_-B_Bb6p9M/s1600/62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJTJmoEH1hw/TqbQ9iUmJrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/u_-B_Bb6p9M/s400/62.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;See these lovely people? I'll be meeting them tomorrow. I'm super excited!&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/1696375456213637431-6506796184454474543?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6506796184454474543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6506796184454474543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6506796184454474543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6506796184454474543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovely-4j.html' title='Lovely 4J'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJTJmoEH1hw/TqbQ9iUmJrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/u_-B_Bb6p9M/s72-c/62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6230932785567259130</id><published>2011-10-24T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T19:40:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m not a freaking ROBOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I missed lastweek’s badminton because I only had 3 hours sleep preparing my ass off for PDpresentation. I slept from 5.45 p.m to 7.30 a.m the next day. No complains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, I’ll bemissing another badminton session because suddenly there will be two tests nextweek. Both counseling courses (I will die reading). And it’s back to back,Monday and Tuesday (with chances that Monday’s class will end at 4 p.m) plus, 3assignments to be submitted. One test could be held on Friday (which will beperfectly fine since there is only one assignment that needs to be submitted).I’m pretty confident that I can finish all 4 assignments this week, not tomention the carnival this coming Thursday and Friday (which explains why I’mmissing badminton tonight), but I hate the fact that there will be two tests,back to back, with Monday’s class may end at 4. When the hell can I freakingstudy? Monday night when I’m exhausted with classes and studying for Monday’stest? I’m not a freaking ROBOT! I pity those who have Ethics, PD and CIEpresentations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And that testwill make me miss my Boo’s convocation (don’t worry about that, he graduatesEVERY semester. YES I’m being sarcastic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Moral for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; If youmake life hard for other people just because you want to make your life easy,your life will be so ‘easy’ in the future. Just you wait for KARMA.&amp;nbsp;&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/1696375456213637431-6230932785567259130?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6230932785567259130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6230932785567259130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6230932785567259130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6230932785567259130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-freaking-robot.html' title='I’m not a freaking ROBOT!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1565767845740922048</id><published>2011-10-22T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:33:04.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatically Loyal, Outspokenly Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gFZBWUGlDo/TqIyRk3NT0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/EqmMWDt_7f4/s1600/kh.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gFZBWUGlDo/TqIyRk3NT0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/EqmMWDt_7f4/s320/kh.png" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got this from Khalid's blog. Wasn't my first time doing this, but I feel like posting this one on my blog (I think it's because of the smiley). So, the first four words I found:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dramatic&lt;/b&gt; - I am the most dramatic person I know. lol (I know a few, who are more dramatic. But I'll just say this for the sake of being dramatic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loyal&lt;/b&gt; - My Boo should tell you about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outspoken&lt;/b&gt; - I am. Sometimes I hurt peoples' feeling. Sometimes I annoy other people. But O well, that's my way of annoying people. Others have their own unique way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet&lt;/b&gt; - I can be. To some selected 'special and wonderful' people. Like my youngest brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You think these four words describe me? Try doing this yourself.&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/1696375456213637431-1565767845740922048?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1565767845740922048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1565767845740922048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1565767845740922048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1565767845740922048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/dramatically-loyal-outspokenly-sweet.html' title='Dramatically Loyal, Outspokenly Sweet'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gFZBWUGlDo/TqIyRk3NT0I/AAAAAAAAAi8/EqmMWDt_7f4/s72-c/kh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-2122480914369620952</id><published>2011-10-22T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:29:14.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1mUFbdW0XwY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j7mL__7awII" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I wish this song has an instrumental version. I want to do a cover of it for my Boo.&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/1696375456213637431-2122480914369620952?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2122480914369620952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=2122480914369620952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2122480914369620952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2122480914369620952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-all-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s All About You'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1mUFbdW0XwY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4719333740863455646</id><published>2011-10-21T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:52:52.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Proud Existentialist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Don’t underestimate me. I can let go ofthings, I never thought I can. I just need to be able to want to let go of it.I depend on myself. I hold on, because I want to hold on. Not because you wantme to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;P/s: Don’t bother thinking whether this hassomething to do with my Boo. It doesn’t. Being in a relationship doesn’t meanthat everything we do has something to do with our other half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-4719333740863455646?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4719333740863455646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4719333740863455646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4719333740863455646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4719333740863455646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-proud-existentialist.html' title='I&apos;m A Proud Existentialist.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1212591554130336704</id><published>2011-10-20T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:41:41.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Deserve My Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FHp2KgyQUFk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;What goes around comes back around (hey my baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"&gt;What goes around comes back around (hey my baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"&gt;What goes around comes back around (hey my baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"&gt;What goes around comes back around (hey my baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought, that you did everything right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No lies, no wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy I, must've been outta my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when I think of the time that I almost loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You showed your ass and I saw the real you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God you blew it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God I dodged the bullet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So baby good lookin' out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted you bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so through with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz honestly you turned out to be the best thing I never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You turned out to be the best thing I never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm gon' always be the best thing you never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet it sucks to be you right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sad, you're hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boo hoo, oh, did you expect me to care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't deserve my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess that's why they ain't there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I think that there was a time that I almost loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You showed your ass and I saw the real you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God you blew it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God I dodged the bullet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby good lookin' out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you want me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time to face the facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I'm the one that's got away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord knows that it would take another place, another time, another world, another life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God I found the good in goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus] 2X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goes around, comes back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goes around, comes back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bet it sucks to be you right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goes around, comes back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bet it sucks to be you right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goes around, comes back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bet it sucks to be you right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 27px;"&gt;This song represent what I feel at this exact moment and f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 27px;"&gt;or those who doesn't understand the phrase "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;you turned out to be the best thing I never had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333;"&gt;". The phrase does not mean that, the man is the best thing a girl can have and the girl&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;get him. It means, "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;out of all the things she didn't get, not getting the man is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333;"&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333;"&gt;And yes, out of all the things I didn't get, you're the best!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1212591554130336704?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1212591554130336704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1212591554130336704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1212591554130336704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1212591554130336704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-dont-deserve-my-tears.html' title='You Don&apos;t Deserve My Tears'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FHp2KgyQUFk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7498931681255295483</id><published>2011-10-16T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:22:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite DIY nail art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWc6bs3eN4Q/TpmyBW3smFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8c72qgvjEKs/s1600/SAM_0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWc6bs3eN4Q/TpmyBW3smFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8c72qgvjEKs/s320/SAM_0375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7498931681255295483?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7498931681255295483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7498931681255295483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7498931681255295483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7498931681255295483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/newspaper-nails.html' title='Newspaper nails'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWc6bs3eN4Q/TpmyBW3smFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8c72qgvjEKs/s72-c/SAM_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-2121321713531397042</id><published>2011-10-15T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:54:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The biggest challenge for me to face when Igo to the convenient store alone in the afternoon: It’s not the heat. It’s notthe distance. It’s not the flirty ‘perasan’ hot stuff men (NOT all) ‘lepaking’at the mamak stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It’s crossing the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-2121321713531397042?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2121321713531397042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=2121321713531397042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2121321713531397042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2121321713531397042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/biggest-challenge-for-me-to-face-when.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-676311543552791000</id><published>2011-10-12T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:43:00.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why So Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I had beentaking Green Tea twice a day, religiously for the past 4 months holiday. Becauseof that, my skin improves well! Not fully, recovered, but well. And when thesemester starts and I have to rush to class, rush to go to sleep and rush hereand there, I missed two or three days of Green Tea or most of the time, onlyget to drink once a day. I notice that some pimple starts to pop out again. SoI really need to drink it twice a day. WITHOUT FAIL!&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/1696375456213637431-676311543552791000?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/676311543552791000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=676311543552791000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/676311543552791000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/676311543552791000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-677224846071261894</id><published>2011-10-10T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:57:09.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Sassy and Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought this today at JJ Bukit Raja after watching the movie Three Musketeers. It was an awesome movie, simply because Milla Jovovich (I've always imagine myself to be like most of the characters she portrayed.&amp;nbsp;Elegant, beautiful but at the same time, extremely capable of taking care of herself. Have a lesbian crush on her after watching Resident Evil. I adore beautiful, sassy,&amp;nbsp;elegant&amp;nbsp;but capable women).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mr3qgEGzYS8/TpLIhzFfIQI/AAAAAAAAAio/UmWpHQ5GJPw/s1600/SAM_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mr3qgEGzYS8/TpLIhzFfIQI/AAAAAAAAAio/UmWpHQ5GJPw/s320/SAM_0371.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and this made my day! Given by one of my beautiful/sangat comel housemates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_J4dbus5Ps/TpLKa3-0hjI/AAAAAAAAAis/mMOKDLjL-w4/s1600/SAM_0372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_J4dbus5Ps/TpLKa3-0hjI/AAAAAAAAAis/mMOKDLjL-w4/s320/SAM_0372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-677224846071261894?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/677224846071261894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=677224846071261894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/677224846071261894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/677224846071261894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/coffee-sassy-and-sweet.html' title='Coffee, Sassy and Sweet!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mr3qgEGzYS8/TpLIhzFfIQI/AAAAAAAAAio/UmWpHQ5GJPw/s72-c/SAM_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5864385181569058073</id><published>2011-10-07T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:04:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polka Dot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New manicure! Messier than it looks, but I loveeee this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymOHGgoW5UU/To3QFYLP6UI/AAAAAAAAAik/sUAFloRBGyM/s1600/SAM_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymOHGgoW5UU/To3QFYLP6UI/AAAAAAAAAik/sUAFloRBGyM/s320/SAM_0351.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5864385181569058073?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5864385181569058073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5864385181569058073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5864385181569058073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5864385181569058073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/polka-dot.html' title='Polka Dot!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymOHGgoW5UU/To3QFYLP6UI/AAAAAAAAAik/sUAFloRBGyM/s72-c/SAM_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5392566451707036408</id><published>2011-10-06T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:33:50.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Ex-Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I sawsomething interesting at Fly Fm’s Facebook page just now. &lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt;Do you have a Psycho - Ex Girlfriend?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"&gt; Reflect myself for a while and thinkwhether I was ever a psycho ex-girlfriend. And the conclusion, NOPE. I wasnever a psycho ex-girlfriend. It took me quite a long time to recover from myfirst break up and hoped for him and I to get back together, but that endedwhen he got a new girlfriend (never did anything weird though. Although some ofmy friends did ask me whether it was true that I go mad at his new girlfriendat that time. Which is not true at all). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I do have a psycho ex-boyfriend. We’re together for about3 months and we broke up because he kept on dumping me and wanting to get backtogether and after 5 times, I just had enough and dumped him for real! On myfirst week at PLKN, he texted me and accused me of having a new boyfriend (whichwas not true and even if it was, what does that have to do with him?) and hekeep on calling telling me that he had changed, bragging about having a newgirlfriend (I was single at that time because of the shock of my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;break ups) and when he broke up, he keeps on telling me that he’s single andforce me to meet him and go out for a movie even when he knows I have aboyfriend (even after almost 4 years we broke up). And he used the ‘F’ wordwhen my Boo replied his chat on FB. One major reason why I changed my number. Iblocked him on FB, change my number and made sure none of our mutual friendsleaked my new number to him. So for now, he doesn’t have any means to bother meanymore (I hope it stays this way!) He’s the only ex that really isn’t myfriend anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1696375456213637431-5392566451707036408?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5392566451707036408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5392566451707036408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5392566451707036408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5392566451707036408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/psycho-ex-boyfriend.html' title='Psycho Ex-Boyfriend'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3003235236359840811</id><published>2011-10-05T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:35:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Johnny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m craving for Thai Chicken Rice and a cupof hot coffee from Johnny’s Restaurant. I really want to go there, but I don’thave a car or at least a bike. I miss the days where I can just tell my Boothat I’m craving for something and he’ll take me there in no time. BTW, I onlyeat Thai Chicken Rice and drink hot coffee whenever I go to Johnny’sRestaurant. Well, maybe sometimes I eat steamboat with my friends or my Boo. I’mnot the type to try a new dish, for that one of my housemate said I’m a ‘defaultsetting’ when it comes to ‘restaurant and their food’. Lol. URGH!!! I badlywant to go to Johnny’s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amZ6NKH847c/ToxAyDJPc-I/AAAAAAAAAig/bxa0GpVF6ek/s1600/johnny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amZ6NKH847c/ToxAyDJPc-I/AAAAAAAAAig/bxa0GpVF6ek/s1600/johnny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3003235236359840811?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3003235236359840811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3003235236359840811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3003235236359840811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3003235236359840811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-johnny.html' title='Dear Johnny!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amZ6NKH847c/ToxAyDJPc-I/AAAAAAAAAig/bxa0GpVF6ek/s72-c/johnny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-9195452038366942355</id><published>2011-10-03T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:22:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love it when you ride you bike for about2 second, stop, get down from your bike and come to me just to pinch my cheekand tell me how cute I am. When it happened, I think, “I’m blessed”.&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/1696375456213637431-9195452038366942355?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/9195452038366942355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=9195452038366942355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/9195452038366942355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/9195452038366942355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m Blessed!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-235469216447934928</id><published>2011-10-02T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:49:50.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Nudy Gray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got myself a circle lens today! Yeay! It’sfrom Dolly Eye, Princess Nudy Gray. I had been looking for a cosmetic lens fora while, just want to try something different. I thought Gray would look morenatural on me, but it turns out that it didn’t. Oo well, that doesn’t mean I don’tlike it. It does makes my iris look bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-no80FquyfW0/TodPNZU5NCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3_w01gTB8HM/s1600/SAM_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-no80FquyfW0/TodPNZU5NCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3_w01gTB8HM/s320/SAM_0270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how it looks like when I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAOLM3zyCfw/TodP7X6nWnI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Gtc-pHQOZ2g/s1600/SAM_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAOLM3zyCfw/TodP7X6nWnI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Gtc-pHQOZ2g/s320/SAM_0271.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's Gray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTsDCiMMMz8/TodRBbOsL3I/AAAAAAAAAic/4zDxutRwEP0/s1600/SAM_0279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTsDCiMMMz8/TodRBbOsL3I/AAAAAAAAAic/4zDxutRwEP0/s320/SAM_0279.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it look like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CFRohR-g6KI/TodOk7o6cgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/iA1_dLdrp-Q/s1600/before+after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CFRohR-g6KI/TodOk7o6cgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/iA1_dLdrp-Q/s320/before+after.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes, with and without the circle lens. Nice huh? I think so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-235469216447934928?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/235469216447934928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=235469216447934928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/235469216447934928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/235469216447934928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/10/princess-nudy-gray.html' title='Princess Nudy Gray!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-no80FquyfW0/TodPNZU5NCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3_w01gTB8HM/s72-c/SAM_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4491524111274295007</id><published>2011-09-29T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:06:51.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Way of Getting Even!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It has been awhile! Sorry people, busy these days. Will try to post update as much aspossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;FYI, if you don’tlike what I post in my blog, try to AT LEAST own a ‘personal’ blog instead of complainingabout what I write. You would ‘love’ it when people complain about simple,non-harmful things you post just because this one blog, that they have JUSTdiscovered stated that the things you posted are rubbish. Yes I’m beingsarcastic if you still haven’t noted my points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Amazing hownon-bloggers complain about what BLOGGERS write (it’s like a man talking abouthow does it feel to be a woman). Just because you CAN’T share the things Ishare, doesn’t make it a crime for me to share those things. I can really understandit if they complain about inappropriate pictures, private embarrassing information,confute bashing etc etc etc. But simple petty things? Come on! You’re not a six-year-old!You definitely need to revise your definition of your so called ‘inappropriateposts’. You do know what is a post right? (yes, I'm being sarcastic again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Feel free to come and complain about what I share when I talk about my non-existence clubbing life, drug addict life, killing people life, or if I ever post a naked picture of my self.&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/1696375456213637431-4491524111274295007?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4491524111274295007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4491524111274295007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4491524111274295007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4491524111274295007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-my-way-of-getting-even.html' title='This Is My Way of Getting Even!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1697866902283865565</id><published>2011-09-22T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:10:13.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-Sized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here’s the deal. My Boo asked me towear an oversized shirt a few times last year. But I refuse, I think&amp;nbsp;over-sized&amp;nbsp;shirt looks like one of my nightwear style (I have so many nightwear style).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9DPG3NFTvY/TnsZ4FZlopI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lWq6_0DyOH8/s1600/Boyfriend+Pyjamas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9DPG3NFTvY/TnsZ4FZlopI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lWq6_0DyOH8/s320/Boyfriend+Pyjamas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Buta few months ago, he watched this one korean drama, stars one of his favorite Koreanactress Yoon Eun Hye, entitled “Lie To Me”. He said Yoon Eun Hye looks sopretty in the drama and he once again asks me to wear an oversized shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is her in the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbF-6e5E4AA/TnsaJJ-hG_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/hgPjGqhqZCE/s1600/Yoon+Eun+Hye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbF-6e5E4AA/TnsaJJ-hG_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/hgPjGqhqZCE/s320/Yoon+Eun+Hye.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He had asked me so many times and I rejectedthat request so many times too, but this time I said yes. Because I think, to whom would I want to look pretty if not for him? And Yoon Eun Hye really does look pretty with an&amp;nbsp;over-sized&amp;nbsp;shirt. So we went out searching for an&amp;nbsp;over-sized&amp;nbsp;shirt a few timesthese past few weeks and today, I finally found one nice enough for me to reallysay “okay, I’ll wear this one”. He’s so excited and asked me to try on a fewbut I get to pick the one! Yeay! I wanted a red one, but they don’t have it inred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The picture is quite blurry and my facial expression is like, whatever. But I'm extremely lazy to snap another picture. So this will have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3SPh8xcpgE/TnsaukHGTGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z99q__6In2g/s1600/SAM_0162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3SPh8xcpgE/TnsaukHGTGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z99q__6In2g/s320/SAM_0162.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1697866902283865565?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1697866902283865565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1697866902283865565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1697866902283865565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1697866902283865565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/over-sized.html' title='Over-Sized'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9DPG3NFTvY/TnsZ4FZlopI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lWq6_0DyOH8/s72-c/Boyfriend+Pyjamas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4713784174861488929</id><published>2011-09-21T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:24:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Sing A Song BesideYou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NnqH0QnBe4/Tnnw3DsJIII/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ut7xwDEX23E/s1600/SAM_0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NnqH0QnBe4/Tnnw3DsJIII/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ut7xwDEX23E/s320/SAM_0142.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Remember my &lt;a href="http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-got-my-eyes-on-you.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;about how a simple lash curler and mascara can do wonders to the eyes? Here’sone clearer picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love makeup.But I think the best makeup techniques are the one that can enhance yournatural beauty and not the one that completely change how you naturally look.One of the reasons why I avoid wearing heavy eye makeup and bright non-naturalcolored lipstick daily. But everybody have their own preference.&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/1696375456213637431-4713784174861488929?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4713784174861488929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4713784174861488929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4713784174861488929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4713784174861488929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/ill-sing-song-besideyou.html' title='I&apos;ll Sing A Song BesideYou'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NnqH0QnBe4/Tnnw3DsJIII/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ut7xwDEX23E/s72-c/SAM_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-2902842722785375656</id><published>2011-09-21T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:32:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count On You Like 1 2 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I cooked dinner for my Boo yesterday andwhen he came to pick me up to the park at section 2, he keep on asking me tograb things one by one and made me come back into the house a few times. I wasa bit pissed and made my usual ‘I’m annoyed’ sound and said “awak ni! Minta bendasatu satu.” Because of that, a neighbor’s kid that came to him to say hello,said to me “Kak Vel ni. Muka je nampak baik, tapi garang gila nak mati.” He andI laugh and he tease me even more by supporting what the kid said. I told thatkid “Kak Vel garang dengan dia je. Dengan Yam, kak Vel baik.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oo well, I am well aware that I’m ‘garang’, but my first impression doesn’t say so.&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/1696375456213637431-2902842722785375656?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2902842722785375656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=2902842722785375656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2902842722785375656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2902842722785375656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/count-on-you-like-1-2-3.html' title='Count On You Like 1 2 3.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5828994686778933211</id><published>2011-09-20T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:18:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I’m not in a good mood. But I can’t explainthis bad mood I’m having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5828994686778933211?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5828994686778933211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5828994686778933211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5828994686778933211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5828994686778933211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-in-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5760229456439753206</id><published>2011-09-19T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:28:31.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I don’t get somepeople. Competing on some of the ridiculous things ever. For example new gossips, newmovies, new gadgets bla bla bla bla and bla bla bla. Being competitive is not a bad thing, but please competeon things that make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My example, I bought skincare product and new makeup stuff because I want to take care of my skin, notcompete on who spend the most on stuff like that. I bought a new phonebecause I need a new phone and I fall in love with it after I saw it in onedrama, not because I want the latest gadget in my hand (my phones are justsimple ones. Ones that makes me happy and I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;see how it can impress others). I downloadnew movies or series because I want to watch it, not to be the one with themost movies or the first one to have the movie. What can I gain if I spend the most on skin care product or make up? Or the best phone? Or the most movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;p/s: these are just examples. And FYI, I'm only responsible for what I write, not how you interpret this piece of writing. I don't want to go another round of bla blas about what this post actually means.&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/1696375456213637431-5760229456439753206?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5760229456439753206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5760229456439753206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5760229456439753206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5760229456439753206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-get-somepeople.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3064033034190293220</id><published>2011-09-19T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:26:43.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy Is Simply A Funny Way Of Being Serious. - Peter Ustinov</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Last year, some of my classmates andhousemates told me that I’m sarcastic. This year, my students and my cousinsaid I’m sarcastic. I only notice that I’m sarcastic when I intend to besarcastic where by most of the time, sarcasm just come to me naturally. Butmind you, I’m not all the time sarcastic. Some said I use sarcasm at the rightmoment and time. Maybe that’s why some people said I’m mean and yes, I admitthat sarcasm is mean. Though I must say, I think being called sarcastic is acompliment. Sarcasm is witty and beautiful. And I kinda respect sarcasticpeople just because I think they really know how to manipulate words (it’swonderful when I see it in writing). Here are some sarcastic phrases I reallywant to say to some people at this exact moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You dislike me just because I disagreewith what you said and I have different ways of looking at certain things? Ok.I get it. You don’t want to grow up.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Oo, I didn’t realize that spending moneyis supposed to be a competition. Sorry”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’m not a good friend? I thought youwanted me to treat you the way you treat me?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean? I think so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3064033034190293220?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3064033034190293220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3064033034190293220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3064033034190293220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3064033034190293220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/comedy-is-simply-funny-way-of-being.html' title='Comedy Is Simply A Funny Way Of Being Serious. - Peter Ustinov'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6374973690713461428</id><published>2011-09-19T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:21:45.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to a Raya open house at one of my classmates' house today. It was awesome! The food was amazing and we got to tour the house. Here are some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6qZB6OOOag/TnYT1TdEV7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/vLhppuJq2Y0/s1600/SAM_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6qZB6OOOag/TnYT1TdEV7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/vLhppuJq2Y0/s320/SAM_0097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTb4Dh5DKoU/TnYUhZpwmdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/99QtJGZZ858/s1600/SAM_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTb4Dh5DKoU/TnYUhZpwmdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/99QtJGZZ858/s320/SAM_0099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIuNMNXHuCg/TnYVDhlEymI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qPeM3ja5CvU/s1600/SAM_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIuNMNXHuCg/TnYVDhlEymI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qPeM3ja5CvU/s320/SAM_0100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIlpmKa3eDs/TnYVgfyXo6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/aHa6gNNY4C0/s1600/SAM_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIlpmKa3eDs/TnYVgfyXo6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/aHa6gNNY4C0/s320/SAM_0123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look so fair in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6374973690713461428?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6374973690713461428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6374973690713461428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6374973690713461428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6374973690713461428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/went-to-raya-open-house-at-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6qZB6OOOag/TnYT1TdEV7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/vLhppuJq2Y0/s72-c/SAM_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5795375378171562192</id><published>2011-09-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:57:03.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Beautiful Thought's Been Already Sung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Went out on a date with my Boo today atSunway. Almost went to Sunway Lagoon but we decided to go there some other timesince we didn’t bring extra clothes for the Water Park. So we spend time walkingand had lunch at Gasoline. Took that chance to go to Etude House and I bought afew skincare product and makeup stuff (Etude House, just because I only buyAsian made skin product).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Eat395Q28/TnR_lzEi0II/AAAAAAAAAhk/w4kYodHczHI/s1600/SAM_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Eat395Q28/TnR_lzEi0II/AAAAAAAAAhk/w4kYodHczHI/s320/SAM_0090.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me for uploading a lot of my pictures lately. My Boo likes taking my picture whenever we're sitting down or eating anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OktMsTVGekU/TnSAZTf2cfI/AAAAAAAAAho/izkqQOB4b7E/s1600/SAM_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OktMsTVGekU/TnSAZTf2cfI/AAAAAAAAAho/izkqQOB4b7E/s320/SAM_0092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the stuff that I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got myself a Precious Mineral BB cream, aCollagen Moistfull Essence-In Pact and an AC Clinic Red Spot Balm. I got a MiniSize U and a Dry Sauna Special Kit for free. Yeay!!! I hope the spot cream Ibought will help my skin healing process since it is said to be very good totreat redness from acne. I’m trying to cut down expenses for food (that means,less eating out), clothes, shoes and bag just to support me buying facialproduct. I need every help I can get to aid my skin healing process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-5795375378171562192?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5795375378171562192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5795375378171562192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5795375378171562192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5795375378171562192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-beautiful-thoughts-been-already.html' title='Every Beautiful Thought&apos;s Been Already Sung'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Eat395Q28/TnR_lzEi0II/AAAAAAAAAhk/w4kYodHczHI/s72-c/SAM_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-120240128971353919</id><published>2011-09-16T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:51:45.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Do You Think You Are? Running Round Leaving Scar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things change every once in a while. Somechanges are good and some are not. There are situations where a change from oneperson affects you. In a positive or negative way? You’re the one to decide. Wheneverthings like this happen, and it affect you negatively. Remember, don’t get mad.You can’t change what others want to do. But you can always change the way youreact to their changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As for me, I’m just going to let it be. Even,stop doing anything, anymore.&lt;/span&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/1696375456213637431-120240128971353919?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/120240128971353919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=120240128971353919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/120240128971353919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/120240128971353919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-do-you-think-you-are-running-round.html' title='Who Do You Think You Are? Running Round Leaving Scar?'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-393301715150610950</id><published>2011-09-16T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:58:09.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Like A Love Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a manicurejust now. Simple manicure. French tip and nail sticker to make it look lessdull. I choose bee nail sticker just because bee reminds me of my Boo. Here aresome pictures from the beginning to the end of my manicure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gczbXN2H8yw/TnM3pRHLsoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Ie_K3T2NHFY/s1600/SAM_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gczbXN2H8yw/TnM3pRHLsoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Ie_K3T2NHFY/s320/SAM_0055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my plain nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71DBwlwqzJA/TnM38nSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4p_kE-C4WOA/s1600/SAM_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71DBwlwqzJA/TnM38nSUYHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4p_kE-C4WOA/s320/SAM_0056.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After French tip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfc2fwj8D74/TnM4RRJioOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_5AXheupzMc/s1600/SAM_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfc2fwj8D74/TnM4RRJioOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_5AXheupzMc/s320/SAM_0059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After nail sticker and glossy top coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZC3l9ismzQ/TnM4k4Z1ZGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/efZAPFsSicM/s1600/SAM_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZC3l9ismzQ/TnM4k4Z1ZGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/efZAPFsSicM/s320/SAM_0061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The bee is cute isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-393301715150610950?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/393301715150610950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=393301715150610950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/393301715150610950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/393301715150610950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-you-like-love-song.html' title='I Love You Like A Love Song.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gczbXN2H8yw/TnM3pRHLsoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Ie_K3T2NHFY/s72-c/SAM_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-5837278727948222050</id><published>2011-09-16T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:13:34.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Hoo Haa</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I had stated inone of my previous post that I need to go on a jeans hunting. And during thejeans hunting with my Boo a few days ago, I found out that I can perfectly fitin size 25 jeans for Bum (size S 25/26), Voir and another jeans (I forgot thelabel). Yeay?!!! I used to wear a size 28. I know I’m slightly slimmer, but Ican’t believe I went down 3 sizes smaller. But then again, jeans are differentfrom one label to another. For example, a size 28 Giordano is bigger than asize 28 Uson. So I might didn’t really slim down that much (why do I have tothink about the reason behind everything and just be happy that I go down 3sizes!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And my bra sizewent down one size as well. 34 now is not tight enough for me. I have to wear asize 32 (thank God my cup size didn’t go down as well. lol). Judging from theway I eat now and how I forget to drink green tea at night, I’ll gain back allthe weight and fat I lost during the holiday. *sigh*&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/1696375456213637431-5837278727948222050?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5837278727948222050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=5837278727948222050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5837278727948222050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/5837278727948222050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/massive-hoo-haa.html' title='Massive Hoo Haa'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7998066947058513950</id><published>2011-09-14T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:31:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;This marks my 200th post this year and this picture tells how my day is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyG7ZqqnwIE/TnCeBBN8i2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4n9bVakXFtk/s1600/SAM_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyG7ZqqnwIE/TnCeBBN8i2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4n9bVakXFtk/s320/SAM_0038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7998066947058513950?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7998066947058513950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7998066947058513950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7998066947058513950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7998066947058513950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyG7ZqqnwIE/TnCeBBN8i2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4n9bVakXFtk/s72-c/SAM_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-703572502177044228</id><published>2011-09-13T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:26:39.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Past Few Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went and meet with my ex-classmates lastSunday with my Boo. We went out to Green Box and spend the remaining dayplaying monopoly at Low Yatt. And I used the opportunity to buy a digitalcamera I had been wanting since forever! But I didn’t get the one I &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.my/product/dsc-w570/sku/dsc-w570_pc+e32"&gt;planned to buy&lt;/a&gt;, the one I stated in &lt;a href="http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/05/saving-all-my-love-for-you.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. I got another one from Samsung. &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/us/photography/digital-cameras/EC-PL120ZBPBUS"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in pink. Iwas waiting for the camera when the saleswoman recommended the camera to me. Ifall in love with it the moment I saw it. Besides, the specs are not that bad,considering the only thing that made me want to buy the Sony camera is the lens(Carl Zeiss lense). I like the camera because it has a beauty shot function andLCD on the front for better self shot. I pick the pink one because I thinkblack and silver is too common. Here are some pictures I took with my newcamera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEPJQKz0GTg/Tm9cksbdcJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/39EtA-YXm8s/s1600/SAM_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEPJQKz0GTg/Tm9cksbdcJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/39EtA-YXm8s/s320/SAM_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5cTFLOkeF0/Tm9eL-CvZaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Jy8TnYx5_GE/s1600/SAM_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5cTFLOkeF0/Tm9eL-CvZaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Jy8TnYx5_GE/s320/SAM_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FqjiRfB9tls/Tm9iwEOrTWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9bzjQuiPilA/s1600/SAM_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FqjiRfB9tls/Tm9iwEOrTWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9bzjQuiPilA/s320/SAM_0014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQIYPJ_uKrc/Tm9jiB33gjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Urtegj-lyI4/s1600/SAM_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQIYPJ_uKrc/Tm9jiB33gjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Urtegj-lyI4/s320/SAM_0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oo, and I got these 'duit raya' from my housemates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUaRP6FYgNw/Tm9qrT9JsEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fjldcXbeq5A/s1600/SAM_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUaRP6FYgNw/Tm9qrT9JsEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fjldcXbeq5A/s320/SAM_0021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I bought a book! Hope it'll be a good read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDOHB-mbjlk/Tm9r3VX8HlI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ltYMxe8LjGM/s1600/SAM_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDOHB-mbjlk/Tm9r3VX8HlI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ltYMxe8LjGM/s320/SAM_0022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-703572502177044228?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/703572502177044228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=703572502177044228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/703572502177044228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/703572502177044228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/these-past-few-days.html' title='These Past Few Days.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEPJQKz0GTg/Tm9cksbdcJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/39EtA-YXm8s/s72-c/SAM_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7859279002240456918</id><published>2011-09-12T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:35:36.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Igot to Shah Alam last Saturday but the journey didn’t take so long this timesince I got a taxi to get me to Shah Alam from the airport. My Boo was alreadywaiting outside my rent-house for me when I was still on my way. He accompaniedme to get my hair done that day! I didn’t get to take before after pictures (over-excited.That’s why). I got to spend the rest of the day with my Boo but we got backquite early since we have to go to Sungei Wang to meet my ex-classmates there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: will post a picture or two of me at the saloon later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7859279002240456918?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7859279002240456918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7859279002240456918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7859279002240456918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7859279002240456918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-990936646994109626</id><published>2011-09-12T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:46:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This two day had been quite tiring andhectic but fun. Had my hair retouched, went to Sungei Wang to meet myex-classmates and finally got myself a camera. Will tell more in my next post.I’m too tired to think of the details now.&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/1696375456213637431-990936646994109626?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/990936646994109626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=990936646994109626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/990936646994109626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/990936646994109626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-two-day-had-been-quite-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4639632875446282455</id><published>2011-09-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:17:50.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>I Don't Need To Try To Own You</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Those who know me personally would knowthat I’m not single. I’m very happy with my current relationship. Even thoughit’s not a sunny sail along the way. One fact I like about this relationshipis, even after more than 3 years, we still talk on the phone every day. Nomatter where we are, when we’re both at Shah Alam or our hometown. We talk eventhough there’s nothing new to talk about and it’s a pain whenever I get sick orlost my voice, because I have to talk to him every day. I think that’s onestrong element of our relationship. We communicate. Sorry for this pointlessrambling (it’s not, for me). To be honest, I’m just uberexcited &amp;nbsp;(is that even a word?) to see him tomorrow.Blame me not, for we have not set eyes on one another for 4 months. I’m goingbananas. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-4639632875446282455?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4639632875446282455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4639632875446282455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4639632875446282455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4639632875446282455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-need-to-try-to-own-you.html' title='I Don&apos;t Need To Try To Own You'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1919876918566709466</id><published>2011-09-09T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:12:25.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Those Little Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At this exact moment, my Boo is on his wayto Shah Alam from Kedah. That’s like 300 km plus ride with his bike. When I askhim, ‘Won’t that be burdensome for you?’ and he answered ‘It’s not when I getto see you when you get back on Saturday’, I firmly believe that I’m blessedwith a wonderful man that love me so damn much (even though I’ve alwaysbelieved that. lol). I guess 4 is my lucky number. Ok. I’m off to startpacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1919876918566709466?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1919876918566709466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1919876918566709466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1919876918566709466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1919876918566709466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/those-little-things.html' title='Those Little Things.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8115282498765478422</id><published>2011-09-08T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:12:25.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I will have to spend the whole day packingtomorrow and make sure I go to bed by 9 p.m and wake up at 3 a.m and make sureeverybody is ready by 4 a.m. morning flight is a fuss but morning drive won’tbe hot, the traffic will be smooth and getting to the air port won’t be tootiring. I’m excited to go back to Shah Alam, just because I get to meet my Boothe moment I reach Shah Alam. Yeayyyy!!! Missing him so much! Haven’t seen him,talk to him face to face, pinch his cheek and eat with him for more than 4months! I’m super duper excited! And I’ll be meeting my high school friends onsunday! And there will only be three days of classes next week! God, you’re tookind to me! nonetheless, thank you God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh, someone told me something about someone and this someone is trying to blame me for something that is happening in her life. hmmm.... we'll see how it goes.&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/1696375456213637431-8115282498765478422?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8115282498765478422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8115282498765478422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8115282498765478422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8115282498765478422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/chocolate-love.html' title='Chocolate Love'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-551653191201757711</id><published>2011-09-08T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:42:16.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKd4qZVf1bk/TmhjKn5TCdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IB8VzFmB2uc/s1600/Karma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKd4qZVf1bk/TmhjKn5TCdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IB8VzFmB2uc/s320/Karma.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saw this on FB. One of my friend make this as her profile picture. I strongly agree of the message it carries! And it goes to all the women out there too. "The Karma Of F**king Over A Good Man, Is The B*$tard You End Up With"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-551653191201757711?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/551653191201757711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=551653191201757711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/551653191201757711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/551653191201757711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKd4qZVf1bk/TmhjKn5TCdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IB8VzFmB2uc/s72-c/Karma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6378818524274963222</id><published>2011-09-08T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:03:26.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Went to BTM withmy mom yesterday and on our way back, we say this one girl wearing a very shortpants. My mum starts to nag and things like “kalau kaki cantik xpa juga”, “entah apa juga mokasi tayang dengan mo pakai seluar pendek2 mcm tu”, “mo kasi tayang tu ******dia mungkin”, “kalau di rumah ja xpa juga” came out. That explain why I don’t wearreally short pants or skirt going anywhere. And like what my mummy said, I only wear it at home.&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/1696375456213637431-6378818524274963222?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6378818524274963222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6378818524274963222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6378818524274963222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6378818524274963222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/went-to-btm-withmy-mom-yesterday-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6536766993477885769</id><published>2011-09-07T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:34:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Starting Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BuLWbhNgCo/TmdWCi6CGUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uluAflUlRYA/s1600/schedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BuLWbhNgCo/TmdWCi6CGUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uluAflUlRYA/s320/schedule.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is my schedule for next semester. Thelast semester of a degree student (I think and I hope. We don’t know what mighthappen). 8A class is free on Thursday and thank God they change the 6 – 8 p.mclass. Looking at this screenshot, it actually tells a lot about things I oftendo when I’m surfing the net. Facebook, Blogger, Twitter, Tumblr and sometimesManga reading (Youtube is somehow missing from the list). But yes, these pagesare the pages I visit daily (except Manga online). And I don’t close the Googlepage just in case I need to google something (which happens almost all the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;p/s: gazillion thanks to Hafiz for updating our schedule! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6536766993477885769?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6536766993477885769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6536766993477885769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6536766993477885769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6536766993477885769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/starting-point.html' title='A Starting Point'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0BuLWbhNgCo/TmdWCi6CGUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uluAflUlRYA/s72-c/schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7413757150701965323</id><published>2011-09-06T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:56:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date a Girl Who Reads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They say, you can tell if a person readsfrom the way she/he writes not speak. I read, but not much. I hope my writingis not so bad for a 'making way to be a better reader' writer like me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7413757150701965323?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7413757150701965323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7413757150701965323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7413757150701965323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7413757150701965323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/date-girl-who-reads.html' title='Date a Girl Who Reads.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4503990755734657652</id><published>2011-09-06T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:04:32.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being such cry babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Due to the fact that I have some highschool students listed in my FB friend list, I couldn’t help but notice thatthey complain about school, about being a high school student a lot.Puhleazzeeee!! They only have 2 major exams in their 5 years being a highschool students, we have major exam twice a year and they have to learneverything in their text book for about 10 month, we have thicker textbooks andhave to master it for only about 3 ½ months! What do you have to complain? Andif they say they know better, I’ll say “FYI I’ve survived high school! I thinkI can tell whose life is harder! And we don’t go around and complain about howlife’s hard because we know that those who are already working have a harderlife.” Stop being such cry babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And if any of you read this, if you didn't do it, than I wasn't talking about you.&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/1696375456213637431-4503990755734657652?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4503990755734657652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4503990755734657652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4503990755734657652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4503990755734657652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/stop-being-such-cry-babies_06.html' title='Stop being such cry babies!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8631449261977406190</id><published>2011-09-04T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:49:13.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t do something permanently stupid just because you’re temporarily upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I sometimes do things without thinking!Just because it gives me this one satisfying feeling. They said, “Don’t dosomething permanently stupid just because you’re temporarily upset”, what ifyou’ve been upset because of something for ages? Not an excuse to do something ‘permanentlystupid’, I know. Sometimes, after things had been done, I console myself bytelling myself “it’s okay. What goes around comes around and you’ve beendestined to deliver that KARMA to that person (and so it’ll come back to menext!)”. So in denial, I know. But some of the ‘permanently stupid’ things Idid, I’m not sorry for them. For instance, because I’m pissed at you, I tellthat straight to your face or I use sarcasm or I yelled at you. I’m not sorry,because I rather have you know that I’m pissed at you rather than just bitchbehind your back. That’s just one example. Some bad choices help us to grow tobe more mature and in a way, help others to grow more mature as well. So doestheir bad choices, teaches us something whether we like it or not. It’s asymbiosis process and things are not too bad if we start to see them in a goodway instead of the usual bad. So, from now on, if I ever got caught in a messor meet a ‘bump on the road’ I’ll just think of it as a helping hand to make memore mature and become a better person that I know everyone can be (yes, it’sthat one rare –not that rare actually- moment where I’m being optimistic atsomething).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What’s the point of this post again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-8631449261977406190?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8631449261977406190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8631449261977406190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8631449261977406190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8631449261977406190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-do-something-permanently-stupid.html' title='Don’t do something permanently stupid just because you’re temporarily upset'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6223584299605162170</id><published>2011-09-04T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:37:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense Of Direction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tiring day! Went to KK today, sent mybrother to his school. Consume too much sugar from various type of food (althoughthe food is not all sweet. They still have sugar in them). Took over thedriving task from my Dad since he’s sleepy and there were too many cars headingto KK! I can’t even see the head of the line of cars. But Daddy took over afterwe reach Telipok (which was a relief!). He asked me to drive all the way to thecity but I refuse. I have a very bad sense of direction, I forgot whichjunction he usually take to go to Inanam (although I’ve went there with him athousand times) not to mention the junction to SMT Likas. I seriously hope I’mnot hopeless when it comes to memorizing route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But it takes me one whole semester tomemorize the route from section 18 to the Faculty in section 17 and I still can’tmemorize the route to the KTM station from section 17. I guess I rely too muchon other people to memorize the route. Though, I don’t think I should be blamed100%ly for my bad sense of direction since I’m never allowed to travel alone bymy parents at Sabah and by my Boo at Shah Alam. There was this one time, whereI told my Boo I can’t go to town to buy…. Something I can’t remember…. Because myMum won’t allow me and he said “Oh! I really like your Mom!!” and I said, “why?Because she won’t let me out alone?” and he said “YES!!!!”. That explains mybad sense of direction right? Am I right or am I right? No? Well I think it’s ayes (in denial)! Oo well, I can improve from time to time. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6223584299605162170?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6223584299605162170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6223584299605162170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6223584299605162170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6223584299605162170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/sense-of-direction.html' title='Sense Of Direction!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3164019084476193120</id><published>2011-09-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:30:27.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mani-Pedi is some kind of Latin greeting - Wild Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just had amanicure! Nothing fancy, since I left all of my nail polish at Shah Alam. Ionly remembered to bring home a nail coat, so no fancy French tip, glitterypolish or anything like that. Just bought a pink transparent polish and luckyme, it’s enough to make my nails look healthy and lively. Will definitely do Frenchtip once I’m with my nail polish collection (talking as if I have so many.lol).For now, this’ll do. Will try panda, penguin and hello kitty nails also nexttime, and if by that time I already have a camera, I’ll snap some pictures andprobably do a picture tutorial on how to do them. But, no promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I want to compose more post, but I can onlythink of something lovey-dovey to write. Well, knowing that I’ll be seeing myBoo in a week makes me miss him even more than I already do. If you’re in love and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;seeneach other for months, you’ll understand how I feel. No worries, I won't be writing too much of a lovey-dovey post. You readers might not like it. I know this is my blog, and I can write whatever it is that I want, but I do believe that something lovey-dovey is not appropriate to be shared ALL the time. Nobody want to read about other people's love life everyday (unless that person is one hell of a famous artist. Which is obvious that I'm not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3164019084476193120?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3164019084476193120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3164019084476193120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3164019084476193120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3164019084476193120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/mani-pedi-is-some-kind-of-latin.html' title='Mani-Pedi is some kind of Latin greeting - Wild Child'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3479536736306956614</id><published>2011-09-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:05:16.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Line Can Make You Laugh Or Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I love the moment when we’re going out on adate, and when I step out of the house, the moment he sees me, he'll smiles. And whenI got near him, he said “cantiknya awak”. A good start to a lovely date, I mustsay. He knows how to make my day and that'll make me blush all day (or maybe that's because of the heat. lol).&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/1696375456213637431-3479536736306956614?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3479536736306956614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3479536736306956614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3479536736306956614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3479536736306956614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/simple-line-can-make-you-laugh-or-smile.html' title='Simple Line Can Make You Laugh Or Smile'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-2590098048701255388</id><published>2011-09-02T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:34:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*slap my forehead* moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are moments when I’m on the phonewith my Boo (latest moment would be, just now) and out of a sudden, my Mum come barging in my room and talk to me,ignoring the fact that I’m on the phone with someone else (I usually ignore theperson on the phone instead of my mom). We talked for a while and when we’redone, my Boo most of the time will say. “Apasal gaduh tu?”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;*slapmy forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oo man! Misunderstood again! Sabahan dialect sounds harsh most of the time, butthat doesn’t mean I’m arguing with my Mum. lol. Then he’ll tell me, I soundlike a completely different person speaking in Sabahan dialect. Oo B, don’t youworry. I might sound like a different person, but I’m all me on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-2590098048701255388?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2590098048701255388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=2590098048701255388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2590098048701255388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/2590098048701255388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/slap-my-forehead-moment.html' title='*slap my forehead* moment'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-6657579903409024371</id><published>2011-09-02T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T14:53:18.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Ice Lemon Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went toKundasang with my Mum just now and stopped by at Bayu Restaurant for lunch. Whenwe were having our lunch, there was this one family sitting at the table nextto us (a mother, a father and 4 children). Nothing special with the family, it’sjust that, I seriously not in favor for the mother. The father was standing up holdingtheir baby toddler because the baby cried and was struggling a lot when the fatherholds her while sitting. He was moving around so the baby won’t be bored andcry and at the same time, he was keeping an eye for his other 3 children. Guesswhat did the mother do? She was playing with her Ipad, ignoring her other 3children. The baby toddler started to cry again, so the father took her outsideand without supervision from the father, the 3 other children ran their fingersthrough the fire from a candle competing on who can move their finger theslowest through the fire. And guess what did their mother (who was sitting justin front of them) do? Nothing! That’s right, nothing! Need I say? Woman! Whereis your sense of responsibility?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was so pissed that I wrote this right away after I got home. I know, I'm not yet a parent, I might not know how is it like to parent. But what she did, is..... Well, I don't know how to describe my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: the ice lemon tea I ordered, was SOOO sour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-6657579903409024371?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6657579903409024371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=6657579903409024371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6657579903409024371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/6657579903409024371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/sour-ice-lemon-tea.html' title='Sour Ice Lemon Tea'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1615245833820083447</id><published>2011-09-02T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:50:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;People had been telling me that I have slanted eyes since I can remember. Growing up, reading a lot of Malay novels, I believe that pretty and beautiful women have big round eyes and because of my eyes, I’m not anywhere near pretty. But when reaching my teenage years, I just couldn’t care less. When you reach the stage of life where you can accept who you are, you’ll just love everything about you, you can’t change. Many people remember me because of my eyes. Or at least, that’s what they’ve told me and because of this ONE picture I posted in Facebook (the one I edited to make my eyes look like Lady Gaga in her Bad Romance Music Video and influenced by one of Michelle Phan’s makeup tutorial), some people keep on saying that I try too much to make my eyes look big. For your information, I love my eyes. I love the fact that when I smile or laugh, my eyes will be so small and people can barely see my iris. If you know me personally, you'll know that there’s never a moment where I said I hate my eyes (or even any part of my face. except maybe the acne). And if you think my eyes look big in any of my picture, that doesn’t mean I hate my eyes and want then big, it just simply means that you THINK that I hate my eyes. Why do you think I love natural makeup if I, as you say, want to make my eyes look big? Duh~~&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/1696375456213637431-1615245833820083447?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1615245833820083447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1615245833820083447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1615245833820083447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1615245833820083447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance.'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-3247939612081127808</id><published>2011-09-02T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:40:13.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaIGKufwk0o/TmBBRxo42XI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2r3mGuYIRkE/s1600/myquotebook.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 62px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaIGKufwk0o/TmBBRxo42XI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2r3mGuYIRkE/s320/myquotebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647585706361018738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saw this when I was browsing through Twitter. Couldn't agree more. We have to work hard to get something great in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-3247939612081127808?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3247939612081127808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=3247939612081127808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3247939612081127808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/3247939612081127808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/saw-this-when-i-was-browsing-through.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaIGKufwk0o/TmBBRxo42XI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2r3mGuYIRkE/s72-c/myquotebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-1304530753806856127</id><published>2011-09-01T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:27:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I actually call my Boo, ‘b’ short for hubby(even though he’s not my hubby yet) and he calls me ‘honey’. Funny thing aboutthese nicknames is, before we even started dating, he had discussed with me the‘name’ he’ll call me once I say yes. I remember that time and I said to him “we’renot even a couple yet” and he said, “Oo yes. Right”. I think he was so sweet atthat exact moment! He wanted it to be ‘honey and ‘b’ so it’ll sound like honeybee. Get it? And he’ll often tell me, I’m a bee and I like you and I’ll diewithout you because you’re honey. And that explains one of my old blog headers,a picture of a bee. We do call each other ‘honey’, ‘b’ or sometimes ‘sayang’ infront of his mom and his family. But I don’t know if I have the courage to use thosenames in front of my family (probably not). lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;This post actually has no point. I made thisjust because I miss him so much. It has been nearly four months since the lasttime I saw him. One day I’ll write about how he tricked me to meet his family. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;even dressed nice enough and I didn’t imagine my first time meeting hisfamily was going to be like that. I'll keep that for later. For now, toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-1304530753806856127?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1304530753806856127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=1304530753806856127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1304530753806856127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/1304530753806856127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-7429091805938046869</id><published>2011-09-01T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:36:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodbye August, hello September! 10 days left for me to leisurearound enjoying my ‘do nothing’ holiday. Will be heading back to Shah Alam on Sept10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. As usual, I’ll be heading back two days early so that I canfind time to run down to Giant, Tesco or Mydin to buy my toiletries, fullscape, stationery and etc etc etc. Can’t bring them all the way from Sabah.Lets worry about that when it’s time. For now, let’s just enjoy the remainingdays, shall we? Let’s go, movie marathon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: denying the nervous feeling from the fact that I still don't know who is my SV for AE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1696375456213637431-7429091805938046869?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7429091805938046869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=7429091805938046869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7429091805938046869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/7429091805938046869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/09/faux.html' title='Faux!'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-4105020731901410042</id><published>2011-08-31T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:29:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#20peopleidmarry no 1-Lee Hong Ki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Found this while I was browsing through tumblr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I love it when people are affectionate with me. I like when they always invite me places, or text me, or call me, I wouldn’t even mind if they blew up my fb wall with hearts and what not. I would rather have that person than someone who makes me text them first all the time and replies back like 10 hours later."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I kinda, can relate. Unfortunately for me, I'm not special enough to have people feel like this to me. Except to my Darling Boo.&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/1696375456213637431-4105020731901410042?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4105020731901410042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=4105020731901410042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4105020731901410042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/4105020731901410042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/08/20peopleidmarry-no-1-lee-hong-ki.html' title='#20peopleidmarry no 1-Lee Hong Ki'/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696375456213637431.post-8080438779309470867</id><published>2011-08-31T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:14:02.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I break the record! 30 post in a month! I know, still so little. But it’ll do right? That's like, one post per day. Even though I didn't write everyday.&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/1696375456213637431-8080438779309470867?l=missvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8080438779309470867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1696375456213637431&amp;postID=8080438779309470867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8080438779309470867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1696375456213637431/posts/default/8080438779309470867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missvel.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-break-record-30-post-in-month-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>keainuren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12589330754044465552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEA6ob07qgg/Tf8mBc4NijI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WZ0s2_Yni8o/s220/IMG_6136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
