<?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-34100257</id><updated>2012-01-28T14:01:18.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the inside out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6535386630795968755</id><published>2011-02-19T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:03:04.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>moving to bridggyshiu.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6535386630795968755?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6535386630795968755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6535386630795968755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6535386630795968755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6535386630795968755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2011/02/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-722029448657317439</id><published>2011-02-12T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:26:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith</title><content type='html'>I bought a free book. yeah bought. but got it for free...a lil hard to explain but yes. Have a little faith by Mitch Albom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far I have only read four pages. not bad. will continue soon! till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Albom’s first nonfiction book since &lt;a href="http://mitchalbom.com/books/node/3856" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, Have A Little Fait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;h&lt;/em&gt; begins with an unusual request: an 82-year-old rabbi from Albom’s old hometown asks him to deliver his eulogy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling unworthy, Albom insists on understanding the man better,  which throws him back into a world of faith he’d left years ago.  Meanwhile, closer to his current home, Albom becomes involved with a  Detroit pastor – a reformed drug dealer and convict – who preaches to  the poor and homeless in a decaying church with a hole in its roof.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving between their worlds, Christian and Jewish, African-American  and white, impoverished and well-to-do, Mitch observes how these very  different men employ faith similarly in fighting for survival: the  older, suburban rabbi, embracing it as death approaches; the younger,  inner-city pastor relying on it to keep himself and his church afloat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As America struggles with hard times and people turn more to their  beliefs, Mitch and the two men of God explore issues that perplex modern  man: how to endure when difficult things happen; what heaven is;  intermarriage; forgiveness; doubting God; and the importance of faith in  trying times. Although the texts, prayers and histories are different,  Albom begins to realize a striking unity between the two worlds - and  indeed, between beliefs everywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the end, as the rabbi nears death and a harsh winter threatens the  pastor’s wobbly church, Albom sadly fulfills the last request and  writes the eulogy. And he finally understands what both men had been  teaching all along: the profound comfort of believing in something  bigger than yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Have a Little Faith is a book about a life’s purpose; about losing  belief and finding it again; about the divine spark inside us all. It is  one man’s journey, but it is everyone’s story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&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/34100257-722029448657317439?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/722029448657317439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=722029448657317439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/722029448657317439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/722029448657317439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little faith'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6079030141108303733</id><published>2011-01-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:36:41.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pineapple tarts are simple awesome. especially when it melts in your mouth. yums! (: i had a serious case of phailed cookies. phailed max. i don't know who would eat them so i threw them away. ): booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that feeling. (the kind where you wanna tell someone something but somehow you just don't want to/can't and you end up keeping it all to yourself and get depressed.) yeah.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;some things to do in 2011.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more books. and actually finish them (:&lt;br /&gt;find piano exam pieces and practise ( hopefully the Board didn't change syllabus )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6079030141108303733?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6079030141108303733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6079030141108303733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6079030141108303733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6079030141108303733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2011/01/pineapple-tarts-are-simple-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1178031647858226420</id><published>2011-01-18T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:14:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited!</title><content type='html'>pineapple jam is in the making for....pineapple tarts! wheeeeeeeeeeee!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1178031647858226420?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1178031647858226420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1178031647858226420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1178031647858226420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1178031647858226420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2011/01/excited.html' title='excited!'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1417120998985499263</id><published>2011-01-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:00:04.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TTQ663ynJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-c/JqW0npUSv3Y/s1600/163776_10150089309507913_677057912_6177685_6015904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TTQ663ynJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-c/JqW0npUSv3Y/s320/163776_10150089309507913_677057912_6177685_6015904_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;makin these pretty things was the best thing ever last week (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1417120998985499263?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1417120998985499263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1417120998985499263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1417120998985499263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1417120998985499263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2011/01/makin-these-pretty-things-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TTQ663ynJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-c/JqW0npUSv3Y/s72-c/163776_10150089309507913_677057912_6177685_6015904_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4219492151078374312</id><published>2011-01-14T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:09:14.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glimmer of hope!</title><content type='html'>The closing of 2010 was a painful experience being which 2011 was very uncertain. Plans were just failing tremendously. Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to twenty eleven except the Wedding of the Year on new year's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow as days went by, I guess things got in place, somehow. Missing pieces started to fit. New plans came in place. New things to learn. New challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, as CNY is nearing, baking sessions starts real soon! been stocking up on all types of baking ingredients. Even baking shops are facing shortage on some stuffs. omg, all these 'siew lai lai' must have bought everything!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;some things to do in 2011.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more books. and actually finish them (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4219492151078374312?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4219492151078374312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4219492151078374312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4219492151078374312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4219492151078374312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2011/01/glimmer-of-hope.html' title='glimmer of hope!'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6273740504625590857</id><published>2011-01-04T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:21:41.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freeeeeeeeeeedom!!!</title><content type='html'>awesome time to start the year twenty eleven with a touching emotional wedding. Groom and Bride were in tears while vows were exchanged. Tissues weren't prepared cause no one expected any of them to tear. Many after that were in tears too cause Uncle Jack sang his treadmark song "Love's Grown Deep". Somehow after 6 years of him not singing this song and listening to him sing that song that day, it kinda brought it to another level. Maybe cause im older and understand the meaning of it. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was awesomeee. cracking jokes at every possible thing. Video of how John and ShanLyn met was just superb! This is a first of John singing on stage!!! and a first for both Ben and I to stay with both groom n bride till there were no one left at the restaurant! *dang, we should have went to McD's and see how's everyone's reaction seeing bride in wedding gown n groom in suit. * now i gotta find someone else to dare to do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more days till christmas is overrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6273740504625590857?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6273740504625590857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6273740504625590857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6273740504625590857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6273740504625590857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2011/01/freeeeeeeeeeedom.html' title='freeeeeeeeeeedom!!!'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6113453692307274343</id><published>2010-12-20T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:58:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooo fast</title><content type='html'>few more days till Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;few more days till newyears&lt;br /&gt;few more days to have butterflies in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;few more days to look for heels&lt;br /&gt;few more days to lose weight. *wait, ive been saying it for so long -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season to meet with friends as much as i can since there are back here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of busyness, its so hard to just stop and reflect on this year as the year closes. What scares me more is that plans made for 2011 are somehow not gonna happen or door just closes. *help*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well gonna attempt to roast a turkey. we shall see how it goes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6113453692307274343?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6113453692307274343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6113453692307274343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6113453692307274343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6113453692307274343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tooo-fast.html' title='tooo fast'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5640467004771964134</id><published>2010-11-30T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:37:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One month left till year ends.&lt;br /&gt;One month left till two thousand eleven starts.&lt;br /&gt;Too early, too soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-5640467004771964134?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5640467004771964134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=5640467004771964134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5640467004771964134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5640467004771964134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/one.html' title=''/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8819059454343177447</id><published>2010-11-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:23:55.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gembira mood</title><content type='html'>two years had gone by real quick. it seemed like it was just yesterday i was going thru something i never thought i would had survived but i did. and im glad i did. and im happy for him. it was a LONGGGGGGG celebration though but FUN. oh well he was having tons of fun while i was......superzzzz tiredsss. celebration doesn't ends till........wednesday! and he already had 3 birthday cakes. another one more on wednesday. his birthday is even more cool than mine!!! -_-'''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tomorrow cause there's band practise. and cause we're pro like that, we just go through like eight or close to ten songs in about one hour. for real! bearing in mind that in camp, we still have to sound check and practise.....during free time ): which we have two hours. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want wednesday to come quick cause we're having dinner at my favourite place in Bangsar. my mum's friend is the owner and i LOVE the Zap-Up Snowball (: is this drink ; yoghurt + passion fruit + ( i forgot what else)+ ice-cream and it is super naisssssssss and food is awesome there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cause i get to hangout/yumcha with someone awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cause i get to be FIFTEEN AGAIN ON THURSDAY! 15 is an awesome age..... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8819059454343177447?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8819059454343177447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8819059454343177447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8819059454343177447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8819059454343177447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/gembira-mood.html' title='gembira mood'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2678429056735827810</id><published>2010-10-29T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:15:36.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdowns.</title><content type='html'>with one project down, there are more follow ups. more work. zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;friends whom had returned....and more coming home equals to MORE MAKAN!!! :D more weight -.-&lt;br /&gt;more sound check and checking sound and programming sounds. awesome band mates, cause we pro :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more late nights yumcha, more early mornings, more eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its still alll gooooooood cause time is well spent with awesome people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big hugssss to whoever is reading..... *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-2678429056735827810?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2678429056735827810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=2678429056735827810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2678429056735827810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2678429056735827810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/10/countdowns.html' title='countdowns.'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1836402670477035688</id><published>2010-10-06T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:35:56.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i should start the 30 days letter writing for fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1836402670477035688?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1836402670477035688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1836402670477035688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1836402670477035688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1836402670477035688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5056297175291761431</id><published>2010-10-05T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:48:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait</title><content type='html'>for weekends.&lt;br /&gt;not that there's anything significant happening but i just love weekends more than weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda scary when people remember who you are but you don't remember a thing. i mean, seriously, you were at a conference with tons of people and......they remember your smile....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda freaked out cause i had been watching too much of criminal minds. starting from season one all over. oh well, some had some stalker killers so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not scare myself. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-5056297175291761431?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5056297175291761431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=5056297175291761431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5056297175291761431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5056297175291761431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4728753149129980433</id><published>2010-10-01T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:51:34.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello october</title><content type='html'>you came too soon!!!! december is coming too soon now and with a blink of an eye....its twenty eleven. say what? .....yeah time, passes too fast nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time had been well spent getting important things done, going around getting legal documents approved for a project, spending time with family, awesome friends, and......spending time alone reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all these reflecting, i guess things changed alot from what had happened more than two years back. to see where and how and who im becoming. it scares me somehow in the decisions i make. i know it may not be the right choice but perhaps it is the wise choice to make at the spur of that moment.&amp;nbsp; who knows man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still clinging that, life will one day turn out good. oh well, He knows the the bigger picture. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4728753149129980433?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4728753149129980433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4728753149129980433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4728753149129980433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4728753149129980433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-october.html' title='hello october'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4494815611757122974</id><published>2010-09-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:13:54.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overloaded...</title><content type='html'>just too many events going on.&lt;br /&gt;too many dramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but above all, i guess things happens for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like being approached for some reason, and i need to think carefully before giving an answer, which i know, not giving the answer that the other party wants looks forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;decisions. mehateyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4494815611757122974?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4494815611757122974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4494815611757122974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4494815611757122974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4494815611757122974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/09/overloaded.html' title='overloaded...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5245383791807274811</id><published>2010-09-09T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:20:53.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting down</title><content type='html'>till his birthday&lt;br /&gt;till YA camp, i think &lt;br /&gt;till christmas!&lt;br /&gt;till new years &lt;br /&gt;till that someone's big day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i should blog more often..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-5245383791807274811?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5245383791807274811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=5245383791807274811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5245383791807274811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5245383791807274811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/09/counting-down.html' title='counting down'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8777198709928860104</id><published>2010-08-30T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:29:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know...</title><content type='html'>its thirty first tomorrow. which means the day after tomorrow will be.....FIRST SEPTEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did August go?and the other months before august.year end is coming, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sound so depresing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHRISTMAS WILL BE NEARING!!!!!!!!!!!! :D &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/34100257-8777198709928860104?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8777198709928860104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8777198709928860104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8777198709928860104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8777198709928860104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-know.html' title='do you know...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2886932033359931123</id><published>2010-08-25T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:56:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR!!!</title><content type='html'>being called 2 lead in a piano workshop to play songs was okayy.then another request...to lead in jam sessions for different styles of the same songs!&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited yet nervous cause i hadn't really been jamming much..and I've no notes for them and I've to think and brain storm by myself till storm in my brains turned to dry weather.&lt;br /&gt;See, i'm getting lame for the 2days I've been experimenting and sourcing for resources and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;BUT at the same time i'm having fun n reminds me why i'm a musician&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-2886932033359931123?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2886932033359931123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=2886932033359931123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2886932033359931123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2886932033359931123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/roar.html' title='ROAR!!!'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3082711430451800506</id><published>2010-08-22T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:05:34.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the randoms</title><content type='html'>I WANNA GO GENTING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR FUN! AND DRINK ICE BLENDED DRINKS OUTSIDE WITH MIST EVERYWHERE! (: &lt;br /&gt;im random like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3082711430451800506?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3082711430451800506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3082711430451800506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3082711430451800506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3082711430451800506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/randoms.html' title='the randoms'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2893879329599179314</id><published>2010-08-18T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:45:21.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blur fuzzy</title><content type='html'>everything happening around me lately has been pretty blur and fuzzy. i have a tendency not to remember what ive done and what im supposed to do. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*a sign of old age?*&lt;/span&gt; I HOPE NOT! oh wells, i just hope is cause ive too many things going on in my head, which i can't remember why am i worrying or thinking of it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to sound like some kinda mad girl afterall. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*inserts super sad face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the jam and crazy whether isn't helping either which makes almost everyone everywhere to be PMS-ing at each other. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in other good news, i have my car back! since last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the brother has finished his studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'll be finally heading to my secret hideout BUT ive to do a piano workshop there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil boy finally speaking english and not in tongues. okayy most of the words he speaks now are more clearer. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7395494728561179533</id><published>2010-08-12T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:15:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>exactly two years ago, i found out something that changed my life 360 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;exactly two years ago, indirectly, i was planning my death.&lt;br /&gt;exactly two years ago, i found myself making the hardest decision in my life.&lt;br /&gt;exactly two years ago, i found i couldn't turn to anyone for advice.&lt;br /&gt;exactly two years ago, i didn't know how my future would be like.&lt;br /&gt;exactly two years ago, i had my worst nightmare in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i'm somewhat glad i chose the tougher road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TFtwzFQiQPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Q8A1juA9g3Y/s320/quote+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6874935286874480199?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6874935286874480199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6874935286874480199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6874935286874480199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6874935286874480199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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gave to try did come back with nais comments. thankyouuuu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, johnjohn loved it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate cheese brownie ( eh stole from shanlyn, minus the coffee ) - awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;erm erm, gonna give some away to try. so we shall see howw&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/34100257-3871789146468928093?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3871789146468928093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3871789146468928093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3871789146468928093'/><link rel='self' 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Adjuster, to look at my car soon. -.- how soon? ive no idea. hopefully, very soon. like now. ): after that, they'll start repairing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wheels got hit so the something something is blocking something which makes it hard to steer the wheels and brake. so yeah. n my bumper. booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful lessons, i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;police stations are........horrible. they try to be the bad cop, giving stern looks. shouting at you. then they go all nice with you. and bribe you. crappy wei. and no, i didn't bribe. but he was damn persistant. damn, my grandfather wasn't even close to that. yeah he was a cop. which is kinda cool i think. but i can't remember anything bout him cause he died when i was almost 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;hah. that just didn't had to do anything with the accident. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining now, ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8159577610222231397</id><published>2010-07-27T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:53:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Caitlin Ching</title><content type='html'>"Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example  in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered clearly going for a camp and the many of us there longed to  be that 'cili padi' around the older ones. It had never crossed my mind  that the ones wayyyy younger than me would set that kinda example too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never imagined myself working in a kindie for long. 6 months was  my initial plan to stay but i ended staying the whole year. I resigned  after that BUT was called back 7 months later to help and in the end  stayed on again. My time spent in kindie was awesome. trust me, no  matter how annoying or how they make you mad, they are still the ones  who puts a smile on your face at the end of the day. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who really made an impact in my life there was Caitlin. I first  met her when she was four. Cute, lil one with pigtails. For her age, she  sure had alot to say and talk about . She laughed at almost every  single thing and it sure did made everyone put a smile on their face. At  her age, she could comprehend in her ways what she was suffering from.  She knew she couldn't eat too much of certain food and that marvelled  me. Despite all these, she sure lived life to her fullest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i see her, i loved to call her cause she'd either respond by  calling me or.....run away but secretly laughing. She has the cutest  name of all. REALLY. I asked her many times till sometimes she gave up  on telling me till i started calling her ' Caitlin Ching what what' and  she'll just go on laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad i was called back after 7 months. I got to see her cute lil  face one again, tease and play with her. It was that time of the year  where we were preparing for Sports Day. Everyone was busy getting things  ready. After that, we were all exhausted. I woke up the next day by an  sms saying she was in the hospital and soon, passed away. Like everyone  else, I was in the state of shock. I was contemplating whether to go for  the wake cause i never liked these kinda stuffs but went anyway. And  I'm glad I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never cried whenever 'Jesus loves me this I know' is being played  but i did then. It somehow brought a whole new meaning at that time till  this day. Many shared about her life. Her class teachers, her  Children's Church pastor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps Jennifer shared how at only 2 years and 7 months, she could recite 5  memory verses and she had a medal for that. AMAZING i tell you. That  really put all of us older ones to shame. (I was never there but I'm  sure memories from that day still etched on those who were there.) She  went on saying that she was there to present the medal Caitlin won the  day before during Sports Day because she'd finished her game but God was  there now,  giving her, her medal as she finished her race on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned earlier, ive never like going for wakes, esp when they  allow you to see the person for the last time. Even at my kindie  teacher's wake, i avoided that part and went somewhere else. But at this  wake was different. something was just different. I saw her. She was  soooo peaceful. I knew, in heaven, she was all well and healthy. No more  sickness. Saw her mum and honestly, i didn't know what to say but i  gave a comforting hug. In return she said to me, '...no more saying  Caitlin Ching what what huh? ...' That brought more tears in my eyes.  Ive never cried so much in my life duing a wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. Time has different meaning to everyone. 5 years was what she had  on earth. 5 years was beautiful for her because she lived to her  fullest. Her 5 years made different impacts in lives around her. Her 5  years, reminded me that we, not only think of being different, being a  cili padi, and not letting anyone look down on us but in turn, not look  down on the ones younger than us. or wayyy younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been four years. I still smile whenever i see your photos. Miss  you so much cutie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TE5lkO-bHfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/E1IxIcH8eRg/s1600/DSCF0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TE5lkO-bHfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/E1IxIcH8eRg/s320/DSCF0152.JPG" /&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TE5lmawVKtI/AAAAAAAAA9s/i03hm25STo8/s1600/DSCF0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TE5lmawVKtI/AAAAAAAAA9s/i03hm25STo8/s320/DSCF0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;she was reluctant to take a photo with me but i took anywayy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TE5loUCaxPI/AAAAAAAAA90/Cylg8U8YbUA/s1600/DSCF0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TE5loUCaxPI/AAAAAAAAA90/Cylg8U8YbUA/s320/DSCF0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;23rd July was the 4th year since her passing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8159577610222231397?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8159577610222231397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8159577610222231397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8159577610222231397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8159577610222231397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-caitlin-ching.html' title='Little Caitlin Ching'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TE5lkO-bHfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/E1IxIcH8eRg/s72-c/DSCF0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6664463997901717376</id><published>2010-07-16T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:48:00.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy!</title><content type='html'>I had my share of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screaming in a car while my favourite person was driving. almost shorten the span of my life....and i hate to admit it but it was fun! :P&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; *i hope you're not reading this...heh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my share of laughing over stupidest, lamest, hillarious, non-making sense jokes, comments and statements with people who were sorta releasing stress. its really funny to see different people releasing stress differently. you'll be amazedd. hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long hiatus from the baking world. next on the list : Carrot cake with Cheese topping. and probably chocolate cheese brownie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6664463997901717376?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6664463997901717376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6664463997901717376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6664463997901717376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6664463997901717376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy.html' title='happy!'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3123685821066395582</id><published>2010-07-14T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:36:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when feeling down....</title><content type='html'>.........watch cartoons !! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TD0wc-9GFQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vT3jlgTdELo/s1600/35299_1422477494853_1620207690_1033911_4874283_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TD0wc-9GFQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vT3jlgTdELo/s320/35299_1422477494853_1620207690_1033911_4874283_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TD0wfRUOkUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/fNSwQcGl3aU/s1600/DSC06356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TD0wfRUOkUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/fNSwQcGl3aU/s320/DSC06356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same same but different.&lt;br /&gt;...and yes, i drew that. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3123685821066395582?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3123685821066395582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3123685821066395582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3123685821066395582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3123685821066395582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-feeling-down.html' title='when feeling down....'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TD0wc-9GFQI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vT3jlgTdELo/s72-c/35299_1422477494853_1620207690_1033911_4874283_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4921217615226669446</id><published>2010-07-07T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:04:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes.shoes.shoes.</title><content type='html'>in two weeks, ive bought 2 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;2 skirts&lt;br /&gt;4 tops&lt;br /&gt;necklace&lt;br /&gt;fooooooooodd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is time to starve and save more. -.-&lt;br /&gt;diet tmr! *winks at shanlyn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4921217615226669446?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4921217615226669446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4921217615226669446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4921217615226669446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4921217615226669446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/07/shoesshoesshoes.html' title='shoes.shoes.shoes.'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4542598058466142340</id><published>2010-07-02T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:27:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iheart</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;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;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;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;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;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;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;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;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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;i heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;waking up to beautiful skies like...this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TC1lLOv30QI/AAAAAAAAA88/0xH0oJpqC3E/s1600/DSC05964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TC1lLOv30QI/AAAAAAAAA88/0xH0oJpqC3E/s320/DSC05964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;is the one thing i love about my house, my room. i get to see beautiful skies, sunrise, awesome wind and super wet raindrops. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i heart...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;clean bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;clean bedsheets equals to happy stuffed toys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TC1lOkj1nWI/AAAAAAAAA9E/yTXmSp2RUNU/s1600/DSC06022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TC1lOkj1nWI/AAAAAAAAA9E/yTXmSp2RUNU/s320/DSC06022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the smell of clean bedsheets. like for real. (: and yes they are always on my bed cause there's no where else to put them.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;i heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TC1mfSIVEKI/AAAAAAAAA9M/_S-uDMNItTA/s1600/DSC06236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TC1mfSIVEKI/AAAAAAAAA9M/_S-uDMNItTA/s320/DSC06236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;french toast with blueberries and ice-cream. this is just superbly delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i heart...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*this will be updated from time to time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4542598058466142340?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4542598058466142340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4542598058466142340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4542598058466142340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4542598058466142340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/07/iheart.html' title='iheart'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TC1lLOv30QI/AAAAAAAAA88/0xH0oJpqC3E/s72-c/DSC05964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3039520060744795593</id><published>2010-07-01T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:48:07.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of lil ones and random things</title><content type='html'>dont you think me townvillas car sticker looks like....TAKNAK punya advert??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJbb9W4hI/AAAAAAAAA68/SZeJd_9zB1M/s1600/DSC05969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJbb9W4hI/AAAAAAAAA68/SZeJd_9zB1M/s320/DSC05969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SKTV makes it sounds like Sekolah Kebangsaan Town Villas -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever came out with that.....sangat phail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJd7PFIrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hb_A-zJ57wU/s1600/DSC05961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJd7PFIrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hb_A-zJ57wU/s320/DSC05961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah. face palm in your face!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJggEoZGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/CPzHf5Ec-SM/s1600/DSC05995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJggEoZGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/CPzHf5Ec-SM/s320/DSC05995.JPG" /&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJjJHQjUI/AAAAAAAAA7U/aBt-SeTSxuM/s1600/DSC05996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJjJHQjUI/AAAAAAAAA7U/aBt-SeTSxuM/s320/DSC05996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my neighbour had a birthday for her son last month.......and these were awesome (: theme of the bday party was Spiderman.which is obvious kan? hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJpo6G3QI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wHne5ETA1uE/s1600/DSC06242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJpo6G3QI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wHne5ETA1uE/s320/DSC06242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;apparently babies can just kick the keyboard/pad/piano and play.so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right, lil girls stuufs are so much cooler, nicer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJreIM8kI/AAAAAAAAA70/PTOaWGS13Mg/s1600/DSC06244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJreIM8kI/AAAAAAAAA70/PTOaWGS13Mg/s320/DSC06244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so pweeetyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJttX6i3I/AAAAAAAAA78/2yRyPjmo93U/s1600/DSC06245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJttX6i3I/AAAAAAAAA78/2yRyPjmo93U/s320/DSC06245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJvm7vRSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/D8QfsUzB1nk/s1600/DSC06246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJvm7vRSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/D8QfsUzB1nk/s320/DSC06246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;compared to this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so normal.... ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJ14Hl8mI/AAAAAAAAA8c/J2L74ycEkns/s1600/DSC06278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJ14Hl8mI/AAAAAAAAA8c/J2L74ycEkns/s320/DSC06278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JWMarriot's toilet has like an urn.. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJoJKAkjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/uIdXec8155w/s1600/DSC06235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJoJKAkjI/AAAAAAAAA7k/uIdXec8155w/s320/DSC06235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WC fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's nothing much to do, there's always time to find your hidden talents and....doodle around.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJlxWFUbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/q8KD8zG4aIQ/s1600/DSC06234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJlxWFUbI/AAAAAAAAA7c/q8KD8zG4aIQ/s320/DSC06234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lil things you do, makes me happy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3039520060744795593?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3039520060744795593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3039520060744795593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3039520060744795593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3039520060744795593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-lil-ones-and-random-things.html' title='of lil ones and random things'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TCwJbb9W4hI/AAAAAAAAA68/SZeJd_9zB1M/s72-c/DSC05969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2303150717307151690</id><published>2010-06-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:17:41.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, right.</title><content type='html'>now that some people are pissing me off, my card reader is too! why you, card reader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't like it when ive to come to a compromise and give in for the benifit of all. WHY LA WHY? i think im too soft hearted so everyone on this planet called earth can bully me. T___T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its wednesday! and its Baskin Robbins PINK day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-2303150717307151690?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2303150717307151690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=2303150717307151690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2303150717307151690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2303150717307151690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-right.html' title='oh, right.'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7383232222318659233</id><published>2010-06-29T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:46:06.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the list</title><content type='html'>there are just too many things that i &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; need right now. oh, there are things that i need to settle as well. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to return RM XXXX to two different people whom had helped me with.....some stuffs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;camera. since i can't afford a DSLR due to tooo many commitments, i guess ive to settle for a compact digi cam. -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lappy. since its dying all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KORG synthesizer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;acoustic guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ziljian drum set&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuner. cause im too lazy to use my ears to tune violin at times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good sound systems with huge slim speakers. so i can blast music and annoy my neighbours.hah. but listen to good music with good acoustics and all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;once i get all those, im gonna retire, like for real. no kidds. oh well, that's what im hoping for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-7383232222318659233?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7383232222318659233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7383232222318659233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7383232222318659233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7383232222318659233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/list.html' title='the list'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8622938113682558490</id><published>2010-06-24T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:35:04.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rollercoster</title><content type='html'>don't you agree life is just like a rollercoster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by having a short chat with jameskor made me realised again how much he worked hard to be where he is today. and the many things he has achieved; it may not be headline big but the many things he aimed, did come to pass. then i look at my life and.........................*paiseh. lets not go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesh, i was gonna do something with something and....*boomz* ive got tons of nuclear bombs around me. feels like i kena bombed like a billion times and drowning in the water and never coming back alive. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;where's my silver lining?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my school friend is getting married next weekend.its probably the start in life where everyone starts asking that question. when ar? well, not anytime soon.or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i need. a screaming and crying therapy. and after that, some laughing therapy.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8622938113682558490?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8622938113682558490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8622938113682558490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8622938113682558490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8622938113682558490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/rollercoster.html' title='rollercoster'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7401503617371322409</id><published>2010-06-21T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:18:39.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms</title><content type='html'>an aunty called me fat. -.- so are you, aunty :P&lt;br /&gt;james kor is back after a whole month in Indonesia. His hair looks like Moses parted the red sea in the middle of his head. i think he didn't cut his hair the whole month he was there. he really looks sooooo....like what other guys used to think that haircut was cool many years back.&lt;br /&gt;my neighbour who is.. um..slightly horizontal challenged has 1, 2, 3, 4, locks and alarms at his front gate. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i has not enoughs sleepppsss.&lt;br /&gt;i is still very upset bout the whole business thing which ive put my heart and soul and everything ounce of energy i still have left in setting the whole thing up.i think im devastated o.O&lt;br /&gt;why do some ppl have to ruin your life?&lt;br /&gt;i just paid another month of car installment. 8yrs and 10 months to go ):&lt;br /&gt;my money has been flying away&lt;br /&gt;i just hope everything will turn out well despite people trying to ruin what ive set up. RAWR at u people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a sundae now! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-7401503617371322409?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7401503617371322409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7401503617371322409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7401503617371322409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7401503617371322409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/randoms.html' title='randoms'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5361296204679993221</id><published>2010-06-19T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:44:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally..but it isn't over....</title><content type='html'>finally get to blog properly....sitting in front a pc instead blogging thru a mobile&lt;br /&gt;finally....getting a lil more sleep&lt;br /&gt;finally learning the skills to do a proper facial&lt;br /&gt;finally....well, still not finally, eating properly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBW9opbeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NB3_DtDYFJY/s1600/DSC06222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBW9opbeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NB3_DtDYFJY/s320/DSC06222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBZm_j03I/AAAAAAAAA50/xBdLK6Ohv3k/s1600/DSC06221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBZm_j03I/AAAAAAAAA50/xBdLK6Ohv3k/s320/DSC06221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two shots yang agak phail&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBbAmNLUI/AAAAAAAAA58/oX0nehOUnkM/s1600/DSC06220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBbAmNLUI/AAAAAAAAA58/oX0nehOUnkM/s320/DSC06220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kawanbaikku (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;peks came for the launch of Desire Skin, a skin care product my company launched last satuday. the main reason why i got so involved in planning and getting room for facial was because i am gonna be the one doing facial for peeps. so yeap, thats why i had the endless trainings from experts from Hong Kong, busy getting materials to set the room up for facial, etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;(the reason why &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;etc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is commonly is because the person ran outta words. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the room is....&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PINK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. don't ask me whyyy. but the theme colour for our product is &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;purple&lt;/b&gt;. lol. anyway, we couldn't find a purple flower for a decorated sticker on a certain part of a wall, so we got a pink one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzEYODshHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6f87VW2hOlQ/s1600/DSC06223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzEYODshHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6f87VW2hOlQ/s320/DSC06223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tada. pink sticker.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;somehow, this guy named Hiro, who is a hairdresser at the Saloon where we had the launch, decided to use the sticker as a template, stick on a cardboard, cut the shape and....spray on different spots of the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBcb7lnGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yUfAOpCzS04/s1600/DSC06231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBcb7lnGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yUfAOpCzS04/s320/DSC06231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like this&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBdfDwruI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Vnr0o6NfuHk/s1600/DSC06230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBdfDwruI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Vnr0o6NfuHk/s320/DSC06230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and like this&lt;/div&gt;and many more. hahaha. okay, i admit, i kinda, oh well, i did camwhore in the room with most parts of the wall :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the facial bed cover is pink too. um pics later. didn't get to take that. and oh, the guy who did my hair that day, looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzF8BYDGwI/AAAAAAAAA60/HkQEHLjcfIs/s1600/alice_jasper1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzF8BYDGwI/AAAAAAAAA60/HkQEHLjcfIs/s320/alice_jasper1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;jasper cullen. the cina version of jasper cullen. minus the curly hair. his hair kinda straight....cause he always blows his hair. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBeZyVoUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/npqWxDF6gAw/s1600/DSC06229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBeZyVoUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/npqWxDF6gAw/s320/DSC06229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my car serial number sticker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally tore it off after 2 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally in love with Tappers. they served the best food in town. i mean JayaOne. or better yet, the most affordable yet satisfying. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBgDTFQSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_14GN8ixUXw/s1600/DSC06214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBgDTFQSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_14GN8ixUXw/s320/DSC06214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English Breakfast which i ate at ONE PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they serve it till 2pm on sat&amp;amp;sun&amp;nbsp; &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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBkXBR9kI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9avX5b9XzVg/s1600/DSC06215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBkXBR9kI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9avX5b9XzVg/s320/DSC06215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can u not likeeeee this pancakeeeee???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-5361296204679993221?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5361296204679993221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=5361296204679993221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5361296204679993221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5361296204679993221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/finallybut-it-isnt-over.html' title='finally..but it isn&apos;t over....'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TBzBW9opbeI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NB3_DtDYFJY/s72-c/DSC06222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5027319657765529975</id><published>2010-06-14T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:26:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its overrrr...for now</title><content type='html'>i kinda miss going to sg wang and leaving at peak hours, eating at ikea and picking on ppl and bump into my kaikor whom i thought is still in germany, driving endlessly finding for materials, speaking in HK accent with ppl frm HK, camwhore in a room filled wit flowers -.- but real work starts...when i want too :P tons of pics to be up when connection at home is better...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to..do facial for more ppl.Hehe so far i've done 5 faces (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-5027319657765529975?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5027319657765529975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=5027319657765529975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5027319657765529975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5027319657765529975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-overrrrfor-now.html' title='its overrrr...for now'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3978794626110336750</id><published>2010-06-09T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:06:46.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buzzing bee</title><content type='html'>gone r the days i used to surf, blog, search anything using a pc endlessly.so busy till not enough of sleep ): seems like every weekend or even weekdays r packed with endless events.top it off with meetings,sourcing for materials,endless drivings,hunger pangs,loadsa tolls,lack of sleep,again.love it in a way coz its better than being so bored n not knowing what to look forward to :P&lt;br /&gt;in all those runnin around, somehow songs related to u r played.yeah you.&lt;br /&gt;Meetin up wit Peks was fun!must meet more b4u leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3978794626110336750?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3978794626110336750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3978794626110336750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3978794626110336750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3978794626110336750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/buzzing-bee.html' title='buzzing bee'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-717167135898975758</id><published>2010-06-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:22:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmaigawd</title><content type='html'>i literally hate this song right now la cause its overplayed. but i can't seem to get enough of bieber. hah. joke much. LOL it seems to be fated that EVERYTIME im in the car with ben, a bieber song MUST be played on radio. how nais. and the way ben and bieber sing together is...nais-er :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of bieber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you realised recently that it is even more stressful to drive these days during horrible rains where you can't freaking see the roads except the lights from the cars in front?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just me driving at the wrong time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TAiNEDoIo0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/8RNPuo2CPEc/s1600/DSC06111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TAiNEDoIo0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/8RNPuo2CPEc/s320/DSC06111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;officially missing you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-717167135898975758?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/717167135898975758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=717167135898975758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/717167135898975758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/717167135898975758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohmaigawd.html' title='ohmaigawd'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TAiNEDoIo0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/8RNPuo2CPEc/s72-c/DSC06111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1147389216316019503</id><published>2010-06-03T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:28:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and He'll direct your path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senang to read. susah to live to the verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple days ago, ben and i were at our usual hot spot mamak in DJ which we call Jelutong, although they changed the name like million years ago. we were just talking bout how our sunday went by in church and shanlyn's cousin came in the topic o.O and the part where shanlyn just pat on ben's shoulder and said, &lt;i&gt;" she's just not your type!"&lt;/i&gt; or she's too old for you. from there i realised that i was still having shanlyn's cousin's photocopy IC which i didn't return since she gave me to redeem tickets for &lt;i&gt;When in Rome&lt;/i&gt;. we were fooling around saying that since her cousin's IC is with us, we can actually change the numbers so that she can be younger and well, can be ben's type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget : yeah rite, somehow the numbers can change right?&lt;br /&gt;ben : oh yeah can! i can show you okay!&lt;br /&gt;bridget : its just bull only la&lt;br /&gt;ben : with God all things are possible!!! i learnt that in church during sermon today!&lt;br /&gt;bridget : ah bluff la you. just because we are on this kinda topic.&lt;br /&gt;ben : im not! see, i typed the sermon in my phone as text&lt;br /&gt;bridget : -.-&lt;br /&gt;ben : you must have FAITH to know that the numbers in the IC can just change&lt;br /&gt;bridget : that's just crap&lt;br /&gt;ben : NO NO!!! its like if u have pain in your knee, you just say, be gone in Jesus' name and it shall be! just like the woman who just touched His clothes and immediately she was healed.&lt;br /&gt;bridget : okay fine fine, then what bout that aunty who passed away cause of cancer. everyone prayed she will be well and she did too believe that she will be well.&lt;br /&gt;ben&amp;nbsp; : oh well, in the end she just wanted to go. nothing left on earth to do.&lt;br /&gt;bridget : swt la you. like that no need doctors already la&lt;br /&gt;ben : yeah of course. but actually, im just repeating whatever i heard this morning....&lt;br /&gt;bridget : -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things he does to make me crack and forget shits that are happening around me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1147389216316019503?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1147389216316019503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1147389216316019503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1147389216316019503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1147389216316019503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonders.html' title='the wonders'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3618232567806599611</id><published>2010-05-31T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:17:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo nemo elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;its hard to wait around for something &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you know might never happen;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but its even harder to give up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;when you know its everything you want.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TANDXklAEjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/3WeIAxO5HXI/s1600/5265441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TANDXklAEjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/3WeIAxO5HXI/s320/5265441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha after posting this picture, the context earlier doesn't seem so emo afterall. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but, i really mean what i wrote earlier. &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/34100257-3618232567806599611?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3618232567806599611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3618232567806599611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3618232567806599611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3618232567806599611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/emo-nemo-elmo.html' title='emo nemo elmo'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/TANDXklAEjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/3WeIAxO5HXI/s72-c/5265441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7759311728692225825</id><published>2010-05-25T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:38:25.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>things are getting crazier and busier by the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually managed to finish 5km run on sat. woohooo! and then i started eating and drinking like tons. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so much for losing the stuffs i do not need... -.-&lt;br /&gt;children's charity concert was good. small boy can play drums like pro! i loved his performance the besttt!! (:&lt;br /&gt;just too many things right now. too many pics but lazy to upload. i haven't even finish looking at my own bday pics even though shanlyn gave me dee ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitty stuffs are still shitty. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually need all the sleep i neeeddddddddddd. haven't been sleeping well since the run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-7759311728692225825?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7759311728692225825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7759311728692225825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7759311728692225825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7759311728692225825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1198407338236429161</id><published>2010-05-14T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:01:10.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just as i thought</title><content type='html'>just as i thought things were already in control, it just crashes once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it. i guess holding in too long doesn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;truth out : i had been keeping everything, anything and not releasing to the extend im still sick. wth. as time goes by, the questions people ask seems numb to me. but all of the sudden, that very one person who asked, it hit me right again. &lt;strike&gt;adfa;kja;dsfjkaljdfla;ktthw&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what excuse i give,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what reasons i have,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i explain it,&lt;br /&gt;it still hits back at me&lt;br /&gt;why do you make it seems like ive done it all wrong?ive given enough, ive sacrificed everything, ive lost everything. i think i had been numb all these months, like a dentist numbs your gums before extracting, like a doctor giving you anesthetic during surgery. but after all those procedures had been done, the pain comes back. just like now. once again, the stupidfreakingwhyintheworlddoesitexsits tear duct gushes out with....water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me that im cruel. don't tell me that ive not given chances. truth is, ive given time and ive given up. as ive moved on with my life, please stop thinking and analyzing my life and move on too. and get a new hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i need a long rest and loadsa tissues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1198407338236429161?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1198407338236429161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1198407338236429161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1198407338236429161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1198407338236429161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-as-i-thought.html' title='just as i thought'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7418600412228731961</id><published>2010-05-13T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:31:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run running ran</title><content type='html'>running five km is no joke for someone who hasn't been doing much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i feel better after ummm..some running (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*pats self*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at least ive done something. nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent the car earlier for first service and...i had to pay all those nonsense oil, filter, cleaning. bleh. and had no cash so....had to walk from Kayu Ara to DJ to the bank. kepanasan, freaking hot sun. haven't started paying my first installment and, i had to pay for service. &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the heart aches and burnt holes in pockets!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-7418600412228731961?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7418600412228731961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7418600412228731961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7418600412228731961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7418600412228731961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/run-running-ran.html' title='run running ran'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3433175722734808568</id><published>2010-05-11T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:12:37.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be...</title><content type='html'>dead tired after those 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;still sick&lt;br /&gt;still trying to breathe the normal way...&lt;br /&gt;trying to wake up not having headache..&lt;br /&gt;trying to fall asleep or sleep longer&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;but nothing seems to get better.&lt;br /&gt;oh great. ):&lt;br /&gt;i feel like chopping the aches away from me but if i do so....there'll be nothing of me left.wth... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;student : what's your friend's name?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me : oh he's name is monkey..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;student : whattt? you mean monkeyyy, monkeyy?? why your friend has a funny namee....?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah he's reaction was &lt;b&gt;priceless&lt;/b&gt; and mind you, he's only fiveee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tell me, that we belong together..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3433175722734808568?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3433175722734808568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3433175722734808568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3433175722734808568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3433175722734808568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-be.html' title='i&apos;ll be...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8388209893060349942</id><published>2010-05-09T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:56:21.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum's day</title><content type='html'>when the whole world celebrates mum's day with big bang and all those stuffs......i'm in the comfort of my own bed with lazy weather. Feels relaxing and loving every min of it before...i start work again in the evening. Last day of event! My body's just crying out to rest, killing me with aches in my bones, joints, muscles and headaches and sniffings and sore throat and swollen eyes and...i shall stop here....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, happy mothers' day to all u awesome mums around the world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8388209893060349942?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8388209893060349942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8388209893060349942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8388209893060349942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8388209893060349942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/mums-day.html' title='mum&apos;s day'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4276663982024639312</id><published>2010-05-05T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:09:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmaigawdla</title><content type='html'>May is just crazy. crazy i tell you. and busy. busy till can die wan.&lt;br /&gt;May also ends the time when we end having birthday cakes since feb. 5 cakes in 4 months is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;STOMPS this weekend. Catering 2 events this weekend. next weekend's the youngest brother's partay. following weekend is RunNat. that weekend too setting up a booth at a Music Charity Concert and...end may.erm...not sure. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not prepared for RunNat at all! and there's just so much things to prepare i don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna curl up in my bed like....forever la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4276663982024639312?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4276663982024639312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4276663982024639312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4276663982024639312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4276663982024639312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohmaigawdla.html' title='ohmaigawdla'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2475722802889909404</id><published>2010-05-01T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:52:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wishing every moment froze &lt;br /&gt;Now I just wanna let you know &lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes  can't shake us &lt;br /&gt;Cyclones can't break us &lt;br /&gt;Hurricanes can't take  away our love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid, we built this on a solid rock &lt;br /&gt;It  feels just like it's heaven's touch &lt;br /&gt;Together at the top (at the top  baby), like a pyramid &lt;br /&gt;And even when the wind is blowing &lt;br /&gt;We'll  never fall just keep on going &lt;br /&gt;Forever we will stay, like a pyramid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-2475722802889909404?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2475722802889909404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=2475722802889909404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2475722802889909404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2475722802889909404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/pyramid.html' title='pyramid'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1675427130554398258</id><published>2010-05-01T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:53:15.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;finally.watched.the.movie!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D i should read the book now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a must to watch cause&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; wrote the book. His stuffs are GOOOOOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and becauseeee....Channing Tatum is love. tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9AFU_6mI/AAAAAAAAA5E/pM5uiTDtDq8/s1600/channing-tatum-dear-john-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9AFU_6mI/AAAAAAAAA5E/pM5uiTDtDq8/s1600/channing-tatum-dear-john-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9AFU_6mI/AAAAAAAAA5E/pM5uiTDtDq8/s320/channing-tatum-dear-john-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i told ya? how can u not resit this hot guyy? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of those movies that will make u cry &lt;strike&gt;your eye balls out&lt;/strike&gt;. serious. i bet if one reads the book, it'll be even worst! if u don't shed a tear during the movie, there's something wrong with you. serious emotional problem. yes. i did cry okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something similar between Dear John and A Walk to Remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9A0-jZlI/AAAAAAAAA5M/f2urs-fBx1c/s1600/dear_john.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9A0-jZlI/AAAAAAAAA5M/f2urs-fBx1c/s320/dear_john.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9ETxxhSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JnAcq6oZbnc/s1600/A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615197_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9ETxxhSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JnAcq6oZbnc/s320/A-WALK-TO-REMEMBER-a-walk-to-remember-615197_1024_768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow they HAVE to have these kinda scenes. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll see you soon,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll see you sooner..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1675427130554398258?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1675427130554398258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1675427130554398258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1675427130554398258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1675427130554398258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S9u9AFU_6mI/AAAAAAAAA5E/pM5uiTDtDq8/s72-c/channing-tatum-dear-john-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-132836355542983718</id><published>2010-04-29T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:46:40.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for real?</title><content type='html'>while playing the theme song of Secret, Ben came over and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go on playing. You'll find yourself in another time space..&lt;/i&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/34100257-132836355542983718?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/132836355542983718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=132836355542983718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/132836355542983718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/132836355542983718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-real.html' title='for real?'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8206892778577210441</id><published>2010-04-28T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:29:11.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bu neng shuo de mi mi</title><content type='html'>if one could time travel, obviously, one would keep it as a &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Secret&lt;/b&gt;. can't blame her though. seriously, why are there so many time travelling movies around? can one actually, like serious, like really time travel?? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay, confession time. &lt;/b&gt;narh, ive not done anything stupid, or something im regretting. &lt;br /&gt;i've been watching Secret, again, to get some inspiration. -.- &lt;strike&gt;stupidmonkeychickenbackside&lt;/strike&gt; Jay Chou can play Chopin's pieces with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE HAND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. boo him. envy him having so much time practising and being so pro. i still love lee hom nonetheless cause he's talented too. but jay chou, gosh. and his expression while playing is, i feel like slapping him... no offense, cause he makes one difficult piece sounds like he's playing &lt;b&gt;twinkle, twinkle, little star&lt;/b&gt;. wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one reason im watching this is to really push myself to play piano. classical to be exact.&lt;strike&gt; ihateclassical&lt;/strike&gt; classical music is nice in some ways. Romantic period pieces are just the bomb la. compared to Baroque, which i've been playing alot cause my teacher says im better off banging the piano. -.- oh not forgetting the nonsense 21st century pieces which has, hardly any nice molodies but weird sounds. and my teacher says that suits me alot. -.- crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i got a call. to play at a piano exhibition. overwhelmed, i am. being paid and getting dress and food and stuffs sounds awesome. the not so awesome part is, ive to &lt;i&gt;play classical &lt;/i&gt;as well. ): im better off by playing contempary music right now. reasons being, i can improvise &lt;b&gt;whenever, however i want.&lt;/b&gt; and no one,&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will ever find any mistakes.&lt;b&gt; tee heeee&lt;/b&gt;. some secrets musician has. :P classical on the other hand, is straight forward. one slip and the&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt; WHOE ENTIRE WORLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would have known where you've played wrongly. sheeeeeesssshhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, bring on the classical music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8206892778577210441?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8206892778577210441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8206892778577210441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8206892778577210441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8206892778577210441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/bu-neng-shuo-de-mi-mi.html' title='bu neng shuo de mi mi'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8555150590392407163</id><published>2010-04-27T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:35:43.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all smiles :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;one week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly one week since i have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so had to buy &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Yiruma's&lt;/i&gt; album BUT they ran out and they're shipping it in two weeks from now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wannna read Dear John. and watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8555150590392407163?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8555150590392407163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8555150590392407163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8555150590392407163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8555150590392407163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-smiles-d.html' title='all smiles :D'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8728509627573604080</id><published>2010-04-26T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:32:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend work</title><content type='html'>weekend was kinda interesting and amusing at the same time -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's friend who is the editor of the first local magazine for the disable, was having a booth exhibition in mid v. in conjunction with the Malay and Indian wedding expo. 20 different NGO's for the disable were there, exhibiting thier stuffs and showing the public their stuffs to raise funds. it was also the 1st exhibition for something for the disable. (i sudah forgot) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap i was there to help since mum's friend had some other matter to attend to plus even if she was there, many people wanted to meet her and so, we agreed to help. plus she did give us an opportunity to exhibit our stuffs which we are raising funds for her mag as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the &lt;b&gt;WHOLE of sat &lt;/b&gt;i had Ben to accompany me and, we found loasdsa stuffs to amuse ourselves. -.- like.....how&lt;b&gt; AWESOME&lt;/b&gt; are the handicap with auto wheelchairs. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;they can like ZOOOOOm around Mid Valley. so fun! ben wanted to borrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -.- and how we thought the professional pianist is blind but in actual fact he isn't. and some blind ppl ain't completely blind but they still can &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;see shadows!&lt;/i&gt; and they are super friendly! and we found other types of handicaps as well. this is what we call the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girlfriend disability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or better yet, the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend downsyndrom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. whereby they can't carry their own handbags but they boyfriends HAVE To do it for them -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;okayyyyy u shall not see my bf carrying my bag in the new future! :P oh wait, if i can find one in the 1st place. -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my time yesterday playing the piano there. to raise fund for the NGO which the piano company supports. feeling of playing on the Grand Piano.....I MISS IT SOO MUCH! cause i used to play it every week during my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start digging out all my pieces now and start playing them again. and oh, the violin. &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes shanlyn, ive been practising!! (:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8728509627573604080?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8728509627573604080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8728509627573604080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8728509627573604080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8728509627573604080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-work.html' title='weekend work'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6052363880922822975</id><published>2010-04-19T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:35:31.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i turned a year younger...</title><content type='html'>Literally coz the cake shop gave me one candle less&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;br /&gt;The day started with sleepless night before.then with work on a saturday.then it was rushing for food.braving the heavy rain.getting stuffs set up.seeing ppl and ppl who put a smile on my face and seeing ppl i haven't seen in ages!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the whole party was over,after finishing the wash ups,i managed to sleep at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad stuffs went well that day.still deprived of sleep but i thank God for these wonderful twenteen three years! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6052363880922822975?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6052363880922822975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6052363880922822975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6052363880922822975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6052363880922822975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-i-turned-year-younger.html' title='the day i turned a year younger...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-886638671539532892</id><published>2010-04-13T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:46:54.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of early mornings and sleepy heads</title><content type='html'>to save money : ask your daugther to send you out instead of paying the cab driver early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;so save more money : ask your daugther if its okayy for her to pick you up after midnight. cab charges are double rate after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i still love my dad. cause he's so funny and lame. like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;ben : my student's raquet like so hebat like dat wan la. he got Chong Wei's raquet. the one he used to play vs...(some dude's name i forgot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;dad : ala, that one not so great wan la. i have Lin Dan's underwear. the one he wore when he beat Chong Wei. NO SWEAT SOMEMORE OKAYYY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to with &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Somebody to love"&lt;/span&gt; stuck in my head. sang like nobody's business. and ben blasted Keep Holding On and, we saw shanlyn's uncle. and, he reminded us of Single Ladies. hahaha :P sorry private joke. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I WANNA WATCH DEAR JOHN!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; but it aint coming out here.....? boo malaysia. gonna watch When In Rome laters. (: thanks shanlyn jie jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;can anybody find me - somebody to love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-886638671539532892?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/886638671539532892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=886638671539532892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/886638671539532892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/886638671539532892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-early-mornings-and-sleepy-heads.html' title='of early mornings and sleepy heads'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7405903825418074237</id><published>2010-04-07T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:38:55.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of what nots</title><content type='html'>these two to three weeks had been the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;wayyyy ups and wayyyyyyy downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car had died........four times. once in DJ outside atria. both times in &lt;em&gt;STATEGIC&lt;/em&gt; places. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;different strategic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; parts of SS2. and it had to die both times near the traffic light and people &lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt; horn. not like i purposely made the car die right. cisbedebah. another time, just&lt;strong&gt; ONE&lt;/strong&gt; road away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two houses from my town villas got broken into. twice, had&amp;nbsp;power failure in two days. fired security guards twice. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;all the two's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought my whole world was crumbling down, someone came up with an agreement, and now it is in the hands of some authorities so, when those stuffs are done and all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;i'll be all smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pimples twice on my nose -.- now that, that's cleared, ive another one...on my forehead.like an indian -.- so, they say if u have pimples on ur forehead its cause, you've active night life, think too much, sleep late. im positively sure that&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;i think too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; hah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed my dad the youtube link shanlyn sent to me and....&lt;br /&gt;dad : u gonna play that ar?&lt;br /&gt;me : ya. nice right.??&lt;br /&gt;dad : u'll need more than a year to practise!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;me :&amp;nbsp; .................................... ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-7405903825418074237?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7405903825418074237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7405903825418074237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7405903825418074237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7405903825418074237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-what-nots.html' title='of what nots'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1558882860946317800</id><published>2010-04-06T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:47:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anything for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For you, I'd climb the highest height&lt;br /&gt;I'd dive the deepest sea&lt;br /&gt;Search for more of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I'd fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Cry out night and day&lt;br /&gt;Search for more of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would give my riches away&lt;br /&gt;They're nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to live for&lt;br /&gt;Something worth dying for&lt;br /&gt;Has taken my heart&lt;br /&gt;Someone to follow&lt;br /&gt;In good or in troubled times&lt;br /&gt;I'd give all I have     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this song has been....playing in my head like few weeks dee. i miss jamming. i miss jamming this song. i miss....just jamming new songs.and old ones. learning and re-learn songs. those kinda process are just so fun. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;this blog is like dead. bah. been finding alotta things which...i hate finding. its like you really don't wanna know but it like slap u hard in the face and u hate it after finding it/out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; bleh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;sometimes right, i know im really complacent with where i am.and... i just committed myself to.....do more work. -.- maybe i just don't wanna miss out on his life growing up. with the amount of stuffs given, hopefully i don't miss out much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1558882860946317800?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1558882860946317800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1558882860946317800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1558882860946317800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1558882860946317800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/anything-for-you.html' title='anything for you'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-970887102708287193</id><published>2010-03-26T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:15:48.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dotdotdot</title><content type='html'>this has been the most unproductive week ever in 2010! &lt;br /&gt;Felt i hadn't done enough.&lt;br /&gt;Felt i haven't seen the world&lt;br /&gt;Felt i'm slipping away from...&lt;br /&gt;Felt things are changing in different directions&lt;br /&gt;Felt things isn't going the way i thought it was going&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really drained from everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i would want to know what the future holds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-970887102708287193?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/970887102708287193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=970887102708287193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/970887102708287193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/970887102708287193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/dotdotdot.html' title='dotdotdot'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6179479754684166103</id><published>2010-03-24T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:38:57.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah humbug</title><content type='html'>when we moved to kayu ara, they said this place is accessible to the many highways but didn't mention that u'll need a car to be able to connect to those places. Bleh! I wanted to call mcd but...i'm outta cash. I could walk out to mcd but...i'm scared of the stray dogs. Wth!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1W1MAX is givin me a headache! Can't freaking browse internet. Seriously, nobody love kayu ara ): why la? This place has awesome seafood! Streamyx, celcom, maxis, izzi has crappy connections here. Argh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6179479754684166103?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6179479754684166103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6179479754684166103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6179479754684166103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6179479754684166103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah humbug'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-884177189389918907</id><published>2010-03-22T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:35:52.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need not a want</title><content type='html'>Serious in need of a car...yes, NEED! Because a) i don't wanna be home bound. b) hardly or rather NO cab wanna come in my area. Its like its jinx or something. o.O c) its not safe to walk cause there r alotta stray dogs. d) no i'm making excuses not to walk in other words to exercise. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If money grew on money plant, i'll faithfully water it everyday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-884177189389918907?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/884177189389918907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=884177189389918907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/884177189389918907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/884177189389918907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/need-not-want.html' title='need not a want'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3130853555907088127</id><published>2010-03-18T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:47:49.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Gerald butler is the phantom in phantom of the opera.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believing is one of the sound tracks in Bedtime Stories.&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Always Get What U Want is one of the soundtracks in 21 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"In all things, give thanks" is very hard to live by especially when things start dying on u like, the laptop, the phone,n then......the car.Its frustrating to think of the repairs of all those. Argh... But yes, at least we got home safely although we walked half way home (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3130853555907088127?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3130853555907088127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3130853555907088127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3130853555907088127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3130853555907088127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-723633625439664271</id><published>2010-03-14T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:22:23.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>someone please slap me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking in the rain again this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't fully recover yet :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5477152033900675191</id><published>2010-03-10T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:34:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>animals</title><content type='html'>as my student begged me to read him his story books today, i realised all the contents of those EIGHT story books were all animals. and...most of them had monkey. and....its been a while since ive seen that word. haha :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-5477152033900675191?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5477152033900675191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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not..</title><content type='html'>since i started driving, there's hardly a time where i had to take public transport and walk as often as i used to resulting me......not so fit..? not that i was ever fit anywaysss D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT yesterday was, okay la it was okayy. i was supposed to start ummmm jogging. (haha) last week BUT my ankle wasn't in good shape and in bandage and all. THEN i was supposed to start this week BUT i fell sick. and is still sick. BUT ben and i was dropped at some underpass and obviously we had to walk. wanted to walk home cause, its okay distance BUT i was scared of the STRAY DOGS on my way home! swt swt. anyway, we walked to um mamak. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i need a jogging partner. or maybe i shall just go alone..? hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1822102863783212053?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1822102863783212053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1822102863783212053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1822102863783212053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1822102863783212053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/fit-not.html' title='fit, not..'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3464883275621853609</id><published>2010-03-09T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:34:10.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah choo, no shoe</title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;i know the title doesn't make sense but just don't bother. i just thought some rubbish just....rhymes. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i missed the chance of watching Alice in Wonderland for......fwweeeee ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a sexay voice/sick isn't cool cause 1) people around me can't hear/understand what im saying which they claim i'm mumbling. 2) they think im crying while talking cause my eyes are watery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since im sick and kinda free, came up with some silly conclusions. hah. in this century, the type of boyfriends has changed from....those the-boy-next-door/crazy ones to t&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;he one who doesn't wanna make you a vampire to the hunky werewolf who walks around half naked in the cold, to.........the one who can time travel. fuh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; The Time Travellers Wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; story is very interesting. the funny thing is that he can't remember the past. he somehow, goes back in the past and finds out what happened in the past but in the present he knows the future. wahhh. its amazing that he doesn't use it for his own good. you know, purposely win jackpot and be loaded or steal. oh well he kinda did steal cause after he time travels, his.baju.goes.missing.too. hahaha. that is just.....kinda ridiculous. not like Hiro who bends space in time still travels with this baju with him. -.- but yeah the time travellers wife is awesome cause she's so patient and very patient and super patient to bear with all the nonsense disappearing and worst, her girl is a time traveller too. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need, a phone. grrrr ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3464883275621853609?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3464883275621853609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3464883275621853609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3464883275621853609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3464883275621853609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/ah-choo-no-shoe.html' title='ah choo, no shoe'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8792238546139486645</id><published>2010-03-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:54:07.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmaigawd</title><content type='html'>watching ben play HON can make me go crazy cause...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't understand what the heck is going on. -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my throat is getting worst by the second. the nose has been sniffing like noboday's business. the eyes has been filled with water. the body is just aching. and the nose/mouth? has been just sneezing away too... grrrrr hopefully no temperature rising.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8792238546139486645?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8792238546139486645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8792238546139486645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8792238546139486645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8792238546139486645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohmaigawd.html' title='ohmaigawd'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-978022511106114961</id><published>2010-03-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:42:41.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so great</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;can die without 'you' around these few days. arghhh. i just feel so insecure without you. hahaha. i feel so lost. me want you back, me phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these few days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cooked again for catering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went for practise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got stranded after practise cause i didn't drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got stranded under the underpass cause it was raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ran in the rain...it was awesomeeee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-borrowed a random guy's phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-read The Time Traveller's Wife in two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-felt really lost not knowing what time it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-trying really hard to sleep every night but ended up sleeping past midnight. ( what's the point going to bed early?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-finally falling sick.. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bah humbug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda hate commitment for now. perhaps cause ive not commited to anything sinceeeeeeeee August 08. fuh. this is long. and cause of commitments, i can't....i can't...i can't...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;watch Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; and its a freaking free passes. booo hoooooo &amp;nbsp;):i think ive became really complacent with where i am. i know i am contented. and to comfy in my comfort zone. gahhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-978022511106114961?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/978022511106114961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=978022511106114961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/978022511106114961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/978022511106114961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-so-great.html' title='not so great'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2970250103675008777</id><published>2010-03-05T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:19:12.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>things around me seems to be dying on me.&lt;br /&gt;the laptop &lt;br /&gt;the phone's finally dead. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;dad, phone's dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;you need a proper burial service? call Nirvana??&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/34100257-2970250103675008777?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2970250103675008777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=2970250103675008777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2970250103675008777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2970250103675008777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1379421053471304824</id><published>2010-03-04T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:46:55.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweet tweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S48QtuhV9wI/AAAAAAAAA48/RRr8QTrFOFg/s1600-h/tumblr_kxwhl1sEqf1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S48QtuhV9wI/AAAAAAAAA48/RRr8QTrFOFg/s320/tumblr_kxwhl1sEqf1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1379421053471304824?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1379421053471304824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1379421053471304824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1379421053471304824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1379421053471304824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/tweet-tweet.html' title='tweet tweet'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S48QtuhV9wI/AAAAAAAAA48/RRr8QTrFOFg/s72-c/tumblr_kxwhl1sEqf1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7828209519349884776</id><published>2010-02-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:17:35.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazee</title><content type='html'>one must be crazy when &lt;br /&gt;a)one's ankle is still swollen to go up and down the rocky hill&lt;br /&gt;b) jump down from an 8ft deck (apparently u can't do that when ure injured. i still don't understand why)&lt;br /&gt;c) jump down from that deck when one doesn't know how to swim&lt;br /&gt;d)do all those stuffs when one had only&amp;nbsp;4 hours of sleep.and go through half a day's training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah im crazy. my LEFT ankle is in bandage again. didn't go on tues but went today and the guy was asking if i walked alot. o.O man, i seriously did walked ALOT. my leg muscles are really sore. so not fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two people asked how could i drive when my ankle's giving problem. the best part is that, these people knows i drive auto.....and asked me how do i press my brake -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-7828209519349884776?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7828209519349884776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7828209519349884776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7828209519349884776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7828209519349884776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazee.html' title='crazee'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4974747444143469604</id><published>2010-02-21T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:59:25.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly feet</title><content type='html'>literally. Finally went to the tit tar place where they torture you. Okayy fine, they don't. They just...rub.pull.rub.pull.rub.pull.put hot herbs which really stinks big time. And now, it itch like crazy! But this is how the tit tar medicine rolls. -_-" &lt;br /&gt;Goin back there on tues to Kena torture. Ohmaigawd.&lt;br /&gt;So, the guy said the ligament around my ankle is swollen.and I've a LONG list of food and drinks i'm not allowed to take! Wahlauwei. Someone pls, save and cheer me up. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4974747444143469604?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4974747444143469604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4974747444143469604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4974747444143469604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4974747444143469604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/smelly-feet.html' title='smelly feet'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3332209191882130692</id><published>2010-02-19T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:18:10.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no</title><content type='html'>Legs felt like jelly. couldn't stand nor feel a thing. Fell down. Ankle hurts crazy. limping now. Great. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;throat feeling sore. Darn u nga ku. This is it! Falling sick soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3332209191882130692?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3332209191882130692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3332209191882130692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3332209191882130692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3332209191882130692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh no'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4798497639141372722</id><published>2010-02-18T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:36:46.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;emo elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; right now. being alone makes one think.....ALOT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ohmaigawd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; beremo elm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with michael &lt;s&gt;bubbles&lt;/s&gt; buble right now. his album is......so awesome when one is so &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;emoelmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;like me. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4798497639141372722?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4798497639141372722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4798497639141372722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4798497639141372722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4798497639141372722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/elmo.html' title='ELMO'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1517699410373142065</id><published>2010-02-18T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:45:36.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, fine</title><content type='html'>one day of cloudy and gloomy was sufficient cause i went visiting and it actually did rain! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now when im stuck alone at home its frigging hot. fine, fair enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in life there's never a bed of roses. c'mon, even those fairy tales had some ups and downs but in the end,there's sure a happily ever after. life as we see now may not turn out to what we expect but at the end, all things work out for good. (reminding myself as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God has not promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Skies always blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Flower-strewn pathways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;All our lives through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God has not promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;we shall not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Joy without sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Peace without woe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;But God has promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Strength for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Rest for the labour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Light for the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Grace for the trials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Help from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Unfailing kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Undying love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1517699410373142065?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1517699410373142065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1517699410373142065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1517699410373142065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1517699410373142065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-fine.html' title='okay, fine'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4189774885590266093</id><published>2010-02-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:55:25.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bites i hate</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as many people adore and love you, cause somehow you brighten everyone's day, please, please,i beg you, don't be too hot okayy. cause i hate the heat from you.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;It's causing me to get heat rash and it looks like i've love bites.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o.O so yeah, if it's possible, please let your best friend Mr. Rain out. (: Would appreciate it very much! thank you! and gong hei fatt choi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lotsa love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4189774885590266093?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4189774885590266093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4189774885590266093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4189774885590266093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4189774885590266093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/bites-i-hate.html' title='bites i hate'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1026385893131234857</id><published>2010-02-14T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:16:46.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best damn thing</title><content type='html'>not a goodnight's sleep equals a groggy morning. top it off with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;fire crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt; as alarm clock&lt;/strike&gt;, once again. oh so not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, manage to get through morning at church but can't really concentrate. sighs. backs home, eating &lt;strike&gt;my heart out&lt;/strike&gt; thank God for fast food 365/366 days. wth. so emo of first day of chinese new year and valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;princess and the frog&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; waiting, and waiting, and waiting for&lt;i style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 'never knew i needed'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. and.....finally, it was the soundtrack for the credits. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, was trying to find the phone and RM 50. looked everywhere, and only to find it in ben's bag on his table. how in the world did the lil one manage to hide it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, it's movie marathon day and um not much of red packets to collect today ): here's to, the many lunches and dinner after today.&lt;strike&gt; say hello to, big fat belly ):&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'my valentine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is playing in my head non-stop. waddaheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps* stop being so emo. bah humbug.&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/34100257-1026385893131234857?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1026385893131234857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1026385893131234857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1026385893131234857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1026385893131234857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-damn-thing.html' title='the best damn thing'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-599582625176521548</id><published>2010-02-14T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:11:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see-and-why</title><content type='html'>So, this is it! Time has come to fill up empty pockets with red packets which are filled with money! woo hoo!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Slept almost whole day which was kinda good cause now i'm awake no thanks to the fireworks from those double storey houses across the road. Why did the rain stop? ):&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anywayss, happy chai knees niu ear and valentines day to u people out there. Have a Rawr-ing one! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-599582625176521548?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/599582625176521548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=599582625176521548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/599582625176521548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/599582625176521548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/see-and-why.html' title='see-and-why'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6497442392146848388</id><published>2010-02-13T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:55:45.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling...</title><content type='html'>a lil bit more chinese cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben brought me to watch &lt;i&gt;little big soldier&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;imagine war + comedy = hillarious&lt;/span&gt;. and i didn't know it was in mandarin! but lee hom made it all okay. (: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooked 2 chinese dishes - joo hoo char;some sotong, turnip, carrot, mushroom and zai - the ones with the hair ( fatt choy ), some tying knot (kam&amp;nbsp; cham), mushroom, chinese cabbage, ginko, fu chuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;crappy chinese. they must make life so hard just to eat. freak u chinese people. lol. all those cutting and cooking and stirring, and brewing, and shredding and standing equals to aches all over my body like seriously.oh well, maybe im not so chinese after all...? but its a good experience. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6497442392146848388?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6497442392146848388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6497442392146848388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6497442392146848388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6497442392146848388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling.html' title='feeling...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8845424191639114107</id><published>2010-02-09T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:42:22.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a) to laze at home in the morning b) trying not to think about anything stupid c) laze, laze, laze....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;roads these past weeks has been crazy, mad, hectic = stupid jam.&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DLoABa42I/AAAAAAAAA4c/6d4sql8Wji4/s1600-h/DSC05831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DLoABa42I/AAAAAAAAA4c/6d4sql8Wji4/s320/DSC05831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;been wrapping hampers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;not for cny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but for an InterChurch game event.&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DLs4yrNxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZxNlNsqE_ek/s1600-h/DSC05832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DLs4yrNxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZxNlNsqE_ek/s320/DSC05832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;failed suicidal attempt&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;no one can comprehend how i could cut myself with the gunting while making ribbons for hampers. neither could i.lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the usual early reunion dinner on me mum side. we didn't travel this time all the way to Seremban. the best thing about being the eldest cousin is that u can boss around BUT u can't be the first to eat. WTH! &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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DMMkxCE-I/AAAAAAAAA40/xsZnDvEZ4f0/s1600-h/DSC05852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DMMkxCE-I/AAAAAAAAA40/xsZnDvEZ4f0/s320/DSC05852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what they do best after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ALMOST perfect pic of all the cousins&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DMBgLJq_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/edkFV9OBcbk/s1600-h/DSC05845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DMBgLJq_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/edkFV9OBcbk/s320/DSC05845.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;go figure what's this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i had to eat it btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so not in the mood for cny. or any occasion for that matter. something's wrong with me. gah. whateverrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i found there is no other like you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;you are all that i need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265681630714"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265681630715"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8845424191639114107?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8845424191639114107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8845424191639114107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8845424191639114107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8845424191639114107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/feels-good.html' title='feels good'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S3DLoABa42I/AAAAAAAAA4c/6d4sql8Wji4/s72-c/DSC05831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8755747361685282592</id><published>2010-02-08T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:12:10.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pillow fight.</title><content type='html'>seriously, i hate those pillow fight thingy in fb. and those send bear hugs yadi yada. i'd rather play...the real pillow fight and get a real bear hug. (: that would be better kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another kindie teacher had gone 'home'. my ever1st kindie teacher. ): this is the second teacher that, i'd rather remember her from me memory and photos than to see her in the casket. it's really a shock and, i guess im still not over it yet. she passed on from high blood preasure and heart attack ):&lt;br /&gt;my 6 year old teacher's passing about 4 years back was also a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum had to ask me if i wanted to see her for the last time. i'd probably cry my eyeballs out cause im very attached with all the teachers since i practically spent my childhood years there since my mum was teaching there as well. and i always kacau them and be their model for choosing concert costumes. and of course, &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;me is loved.&lt;/b&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at events like these, u somehow find alotta long distance relatives. yes, im not blood related to my teacher but somehow i am. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mostly talking with ben's godbrother during the wake. kinda scary talking to him cause he took psycology :p its like he can read my mind and tell me im superbly tired. fine, the latter was really obvious. we went on talking about how the many people were put to rest and he wanted to bring me to Semenyih Memorial&lt;b&gt; to feel the TRANQUILITY there!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHAT FREAK NONSENSE IS THAT???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO WAY IN THE NEAR FUTURE AM I GONNA SIT IN UR CAR REUBEN LAU KAH JUNN!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so going to climb Mount KK real soon. anyone wanna join me??? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8755747361685282592?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8755747361685282592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8755747361685282592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8755747361685282592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8755747361685282592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/pillow-fight.html' title='pillow fight.'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3888533371542396214</id><published>2010-02-04T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:48:34.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talented?no?</title><content type='html'>crazily hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i talk alot about the weather and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;thisissocrappy.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i change my profession easily. -.-&amp;nbsp; from teaching to professional babysitter? to driver to catering to hamper wrappings to musician and to..um the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that its kinda good to be talented &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; there's something wrong with talented people. something bad. ): is that they are people who does not focus well. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;die&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and no, im not complaning to why's i have to do those things mentioned above. i likes helping aroundzzz. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;the pain at my waist isn't getting any better. time to put those shoes to good use. hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;can anybody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;find me somebody to love..?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/34100257-3888533371542396214?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3888533371542396214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3888533371542396214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3888533371542396214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3888533371542396214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/talentedno.html' title='talented?no?'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3674604949777040545</id><published>2010-02-02T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:48:47.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>been listening to Ben's techno, R&amp;amp;B, hiphop remix wayyyyyyyyyyyyy earlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy in the morninggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its that bad that u just want to whack him.o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at mamak earlier and i sat at a place where this fat man ALWAYS sits. when he came i got scared. cause...a)i was sitting at his place b)he's bigger size than me and IF he whack me, im sure to fly.-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayfine. he didn't whack me but sat next to me. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, ive nothing against fat people okayy&lt;br /&gt;cause me is fat too. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S2eQgAI2mBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ciPLOxaRJSA/s1600-h/1_864149548l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S2eQgAI2mBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ciPLOxaRJSA/s320/1_864149548l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;bloody 'ai'&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S2eQqqOAKRI/AAAAAAAAA4M/chHmgcUu5pI/s1600-h/DSC05583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S2eQqqOAKRI/AAAAAAAAA4M/chHmgcUu5pI/s320/DSC05583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;been watching alotta smallville. fine, i always don't get to see the full episodes that's why i keep watching them over and over&amp;nbsp; and over and over and over again. imagine watching it......4hours straight. fuh. me wants.me likes.&lt;br /&gt;me wants watch one tree hill overs and overs and overs and overs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just don't bother bout the overused 's' i just likes it today (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3674604949777040545?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3674604949777040545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3674604949777040545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3674604949777040545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3674604949777040545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/arghhhhhhh.html' title='arghhhhhhh'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S2eQgAI2mBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ciPLOxaRJSA/s72-c/1_864149548l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1095664982015792924</id><published>2010-01-28T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:42:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple...</title><content type='html'>My good friend has been spamming twitter cause of mac's new launch on iPad. Irritating much but he's sorta related to me thru ben. Grrr. Lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So there's iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;iPad&lt;br /&gt;iWant&lt;br /&gt;iNeed&lt;br /&gt;iSleep&lt;br /&gt;iHungry&lt;br /&gt;iDrink&lt;br /&gt;iBite&lt;br /&gt;iRawr&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this post is ss only. Pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1095664982015792924?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1095664982015792924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1095664982015792924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1095664982015792924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1095664982015792924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/apple.html' title='apple...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-367008548550676015</id><published>2010-01-27T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:46:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so like finally, but there's not much anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1_BagPbyLI/AAAAAAAAA38/NF1TTRWDH6I/s1600-h/DSC05763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1_BagPbyLI/AAAAAAAAA38/NF1TTRWDH6I/s320/DSC05763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--Zmt7UZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hzrNvP2XI6M/s1600-h/DSC05765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--Zmt7UZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hzrNvP2XI6M/s320/DSC05765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*waiter comes and refill, again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eh how many glasses already..?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;still ONE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--TaM7tWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/YWC32IXzepE/s1600-h/DSC05761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--TaM7tWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/YWC32IXzepE/s320/DSC05761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i thought these were for us....but nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they look so preeeeetttyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;shanlyn! u must haf these okayy!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--ke2GJeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/oTPycbI7Cow/s1600-h/DSC05768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--ke2GJeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/oTPycbI7Cow/s320/DSC05768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we had these instead. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;overall the food was.....good. no time to take pics cause busy eating and sociallizing, like really one. &lt;strike&gt;but nocute/hot guys there.crap&lt;/strike&gt;.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what Ben was doing in the morning the day of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--exBrR5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/iNUidNsZFxQ/s1600-h/DSC05774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1--exBrR5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/iNUidNsZFxQ/s320/DSC05774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1-_GUR1CqI/AAAAAAAAA30/f6qWadRLBe8/s1600-h/DSC05776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1-_GUR1CqI/AAAAAAAAA30/f6qWadRLBe8/s320/DSC05776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;i know its so thick right? no idea how he studies just for SAT.&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/34100257-367008548550676015?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/367008548550676015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=367008548550676015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/367008548550676015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/367008548550676015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding.html' title='the wedding'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1_BagPbyLI/AAAAAAAAA38/NF1TTRWDH6I/s72-c/DSC05763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2007823336077876200</id><published>2010-01-26T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:34:16.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of what nots</title><content type='html'>had a random last minute dinner with my aunt's family on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt that,&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt; 1)&lt;/b&gt; my cousin actually brought her book to study cause she had exam the next day&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.2)&lt;/b&gt; the other one forgot to bring. &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt;Ben and both cousins mentioned earlier had earphones stuck to their ears.&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; we almost ate a wrong prawn dish ( which was better cause that prawn was de-shelled ) &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;5)&lt;/b&gt; the youngest cousin actually did the peace '&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;' sign when he told us he doesn't need to take UPSR.&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt; 6) &lt;/b&gt;the other cousin........acts blur. i repeat, &lt;b&gt;ACTS &lt;/b&gt;blur. he's really good in talking. can debate with you like...wow..&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;7)&lt;/b&gt;my cousin can actually create zebra stripes on his shirt with a cup of cold chinese tea. go figure how.:P &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;8)&lt;/b&gt; i seriously think it was cool that icould just pinch their cheeks when they were babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times,i just feel its unfair in life where we can't just tembak an answer. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-2007823336077876200?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2007823336077876200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=2007823336077876200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2007823336077876200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2007823336077876200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-what-nots.html' title='of what nots'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8189950922622037246</id><published>2010-01-21T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:49:44.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i woke up this morning with pain from my waist till my &lt;strike&gt;ass&lt;/strike&gt; butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either ive been driving too long or......ive no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, being stopped my policeman twice and asking for my IC and license is............&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*xionggggg timmmmm?*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; horrible la. cause they waste my time and, they cause jam. -.- seriously, is this how you ask ang pau from us??? huh?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minister warned users not to be engross with the usage of Facebook and Twitter caused him to be the HOT topic in the twitter world. &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;1Malaysia&lt;/b&gt; unite! and &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Malaysia &lt;i&gt;*still*&lt;/i&gt; Boleh!&lt;/b&gt; (: and cause me to laugh till i teared and, had stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's BM has been improving since he went for BM classes this year by replying sms-es in BM + astaga+ celaka = my source of entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1fNE9ePe6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/CztQcgduxno/s1600-h/DSC05577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1fNE9ePe6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/CztQcgduxno/s320/DSC05577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh yeah, updates from wedding laters. shanlyn, ive some ideas. er...actually only one. :P&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/34100257-8189950922622037246?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8189950922622037246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8189950922622037246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8189950922622037246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8189950922622037246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S1fNE9ePe6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/CztQcgduxno/s72-c/DSC05577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4136349760588344206</id><published>2010-01-18T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:06:52.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply uh.maze.ing</title><content type='html'>never knew i needed... best song of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;yes i know, it has only been 18 days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the best thing i never knew i needed...&lt;/i&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/34100257-4136349760588344206?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4136349760588344206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4136349760588344206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4136349760588344206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4136349760588344206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/simply-uhmazeing.html' title='simply uh.maze.ing'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-1774533458088714158</id><published>2010-01-18T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:46:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine...</title><content type='html'>Me: its so hot today!&lt;br /&gt;Student: let's hide in the fridge!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If only that's possible!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pics and updates from wedding up soon. not much anywayss...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and i thought teaching my mum to use the internet was to test my patience till.........i met someone else. And more to come! Fuh. Bring it on!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-1774533458088714158?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1774533458088714158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=1774533458088714158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1774533458088714158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/1774533458088714158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagine.html' title='imagine...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-2468134074908791135</id><published>2010-01-15T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:58:07.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday!!</title><content type='html'>okay fine its just another friday. no biggie. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bachelor's dinner is tonight&lt;br /&gt;wedding dinner is tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;i slept early yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;fuh it rhymes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;eh dad, look at that car!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;so....WTF only what!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;uh oh, u just cursed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no its just WTF. i didn't say the F word.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad rocks. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so does Ben's BM teacher. oh wait. he batu! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss singing&lt;strike&gt; fleas on my dog&lt;/strike&gt; Felix&amp;nbsp; Navidad.&lt;strike&gt; silence &lt;/strike&gt;silent night and oh hole-y night. hahaha. since Valentine's day can be any day of the year right, or so some people claim, and not only celebrate on 14th febuary, can't we celebrate Christmas like....everyday?&lt;br /&gt;it'll be awesome if........CNY is celebrated EVERYDAY! fuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;btw, valentine's day falls on 1st day of CNY this year. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S0-spv-cEzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/woVcgVIfqrM/s1600-h/100_0956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S0-spv-cEzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/woVcgVIfqrM/s320/100_0956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nami island where they did the movie, Winter Sonata (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;itu lady is the korean tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so short. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S0-s1h_5_CI/AAAAAAAAA20/j-0r8Vr3Woo/s1600-h/100_1405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S0-s1h_5_CI/AAAAAAAAA20/j-0r8Vr3Woo/s320/100_1405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay this pic doesn't really looks right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, ive no pics with him only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and dat's so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we had to take pics all the way in korea -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, congrats kor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S0-tBKCQxHI/AAAAAAAAA28/Qk5_RQOOF6w/s1600-h/100_1393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S0-tBKCQxHI/AAAAAAAAA28/Qk5_RQOOF6w/s320/100_1393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture with this guy yang sangat fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;just, smile&lt;/i&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/34100257-2468134074908791135?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2468134074908791135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=2468134074908791135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2468134074908791135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/2468134074908791135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday.html' title='friday!!'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/S0-spv-cEzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/woVcgVIfqrM/s72-c/100_0956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-9097965295127911008</id><published>2010-01-13T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:03:10.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bachelor's partayyy?</title><content type='html'>oh yeah. im invited to one. o.O&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wonder what they do. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking why am i invited&lt;br /&gt;and why i have to be his ji mui&lt;br /&gt;and why i have to support him&lt;br /&gt;and why&lt;br /&gt;and why&lt;br /&gt;and why&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;Y???? &lt;br /&gt;oh well, there's dinner at kor's place. if it gets boring, i'll just, walk downstairs back to my place la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this year is the year where tons of people are getting proposed and engaged and planning for weddings. i, on the other hand thinks that im still too young. o.O i just realised im erm.....23 this year. hahaha. feels like im still 18. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, a fren's thinking of losing weight to fit perfectly in her dress.&lt;br /&gt;a fren, 5 years back? went to those weight loss thingy and her hubby to be was telling me...&lt;i&gt;" why la wanna waste money on those? marrying her for who she is ba, not how she looks also....!"&lt;/i&gt; awwwwww so sweet. haha&lt;br /&gt;another guy, did facial before his wedding picture day. idk why.....&lt;br /&gt;my aunt, i remembered clearly, she did her teeth. as in braces and retainers before getting married. to have nice teeth. haha &lt;br /&gt;if i ever were to get married, i'll find ways to be taller. -__- &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;without the help of&amp;nbsp; heels. okay, so not possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;b&gt;SSL&lt;/b&gt;, are u having ur bachelorrete party on New Year's Eve??? or coming my place again and watch fireworks? hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-9097965295127911008?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9097965295127911008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=9097965295127911008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/9097965295127911008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/9097965295127911008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/bachelors-partayyy.html' title='bachelor&apos;s partayyy?'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4387848432902563579</id><published>2010-01-12T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:03:13.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you call me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause you know i'll be there...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this case, text me, and i'll text back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been crazily texting ben &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;while he's in school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and laughing like crap&lt;br /&gt;making him jealous the fact that is better to watch (almost) an accident is better than staying in BM classes introducing yourself in BM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but his teacher is oh so fun. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4387848432902563579?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4387848432902563579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4387848432902563579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4387848432902563579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4387848432902563579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-call-me-up.html' title='you call me up'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6214153010220183238</id><published>2010-01-10T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:38:47.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatcha say?</title><content type='html'>i&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to bury my head in the ground for a while..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap&lt;br /&gt;slap&lt;br /&gt;slap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh just face it la. *criessssss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6214153010220183238?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6214153010220183238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6214153010220183238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6214153010220183238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6214153010220183238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatcha-say.html' title='whatcha say?'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7710339598344143047</id><published>2010-01-06T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:24:04.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking on sunshine</title><content type='html'>but its tooooooo hot right naoooo and i can't take it. its like when the weather is tooo hot, i get...erm panas and ummm...rash breaks out. wuwuwuwuwu. mr rain, me want u badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans can never ger satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;when we were studying, we strive to get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;when working, we work to get good money....and perhaps more&lt;br /&gt;then...what? now what? we always want more. want the best. sighhhhh. humans.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;onetreehill season one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.....here i come!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;in the end, it just hurts just the same&lt;/i&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/34100257-7710339598344143047?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7710339598344143047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7710339598344143047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7710339598344143047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7710339598344143047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='walking on sunshine'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-6743079374313028706</id><published>2010-01-04T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:27:24.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are u here yet...?</title><content type='html'>Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Hate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wuwuwuwuwu please save me someone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather typing not using right grammar seems to entertain me much now. Get use to it i hope will not I. &lt;br /&gt;Grrr...want to go home nao and eat not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-6743079374313028706?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6743079374313028706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=6743079374313028706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6743079374313028706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/6743079374313028706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-u-here-yet.html' title='are u here yet...?'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-3019605762715510895</id><published>2010-01-04T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:00:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain and sorrows?</title><content type='html'>silence&lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rash........doesn't kill but its sure irritating and uncomfortable. rash, i hate you. please go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-3019605762715510895?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3019605762715510895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=3019605762715510895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3019605762715510895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/3019605762715510895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain-and-sorrows.html' title='pain and sorrows?'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-4015016209362696355</id><published>2010-01-03T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:41:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm awesome because....</title><content type='html'>1) i slept on new year's eve at &lt;i&gt;ten pm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i woke up at 12 am...because of the fireworks which were cracking, blasting, firing in the sky which made my room sooooo bright! plus the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i saw fireworks from &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Curve and KLCC? &lt;/span&gt;okay fine, some kl place. yes my awesome balcony from the floor above mine can see.....many many many places and things. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) im doing cooking again this sat for certain amount of people.&amp;nbsp; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;its not awesome not being able to eat especially after christmas. ): but still, i managed to survive those um...6days? whoa.. haha i didn't realised it was that long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyysss, i hear wedding bells coming soon! congrats to &lt;strike&gt;shaolin&lt;/strike&gt; shanlyn and the &lt;strike&gt;boyfriend.&lt;/strike&gt; fiancee. i still think your boyfriend then is super, cool, awesome, amazing, to hack into your blog account and....propose! hahaha. what a great moment to start a new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* i find it amusing that till now, you still try and ring my doorbell. :P and i thought i told you before. -_-''' and i should have ask you your answer in front of everybody that night...sure tell wan. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor's wedding dinner coming up soon. i need heels. cause im short. wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-4015016209362696355?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4015016209362696355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=4015016209362696355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4015016209362696355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/4015016209362696355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-awesome-because.html' title='i&apos;m awesome because....'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5160134498997017034</id><published>2009-12-31T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:28:44.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND-WHY-EE</title><content type='html'>time flew by super fast. whyy? seriously, im not ready to usher in twenty-ten. perhaps, im just not ready for what's going to happen, in every single aspect of my life. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two-thousand-nine was/is a year of, many lessons still learning, many heart aches, many tears shed, many laughters heard, many jokes craked and many many many stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;before i run away, i need a holiday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;no matter the countless times i say i need a holiday, i don't seem to get a real one. okayy fine, Kay Kay, Sabah trip counts a lil only. i wannnnnt moreeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;im coming back to the heart of worship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this had been a really painful experience. still searching. still seeking. still....just being still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend called few days back, reminded me of how i used to be cheerful,&amp;nbsp; full of joy while i was with my kids back at kindie. reminded me of how i used to shine so brightly. encouraged me that, in the future, it'll be brighter than before. sometimes things are so easy to hear and listen. the process of going through and getting to the end result is the most painful part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;smile, tho your heart is aching, smile even though its breaking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;learnt that even though the day is horrible, the dark clouds are around, things aint going the way its supposed to be, seeing people you dislike most, facing the most difficult problem of the century, sometimes just a lil effort of smiling will somehow change a lil perspective in life. seriously, &lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;you'll find life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's the start, of something new...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hmm yeah, venturing into something new isn't easy. really. new year, new business? but with the help of people backing me up, guiding, hopefully will succeed (: not gonna go into details with this just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;two, is better than one...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;maybe i should come up with............3 is better than 1? or 4 is better than 2?&lt;br /&gt;the idea of becoming like taylor swift. narh. perhaps howie day? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;yes, MUST somehow get guitar. rawrrrrr and that korg. and..and..and...sigghh shall not go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so blessed, i can't contain it, so much ive gotta give it away..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, been blessed by many different ways, by different people. truly humbled by how you guys have touched me heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when we hold on together, i know our dreams will never die...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;been a year of being close with the family. been through the most painful and most joyful times together. having knowing new friends, sadly losing some friends. praying that, whatever we've planned, the things we've talked about, will come true.me love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;somehow find, you and I, collide &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah, its amazing how after quite some time, we still can talk and share like we used to. and being, close (: thanks for just being you. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and me being noob&lt;/span&gt;. -.- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tear my heart open, i sew myself shut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when im not well, i seriously feel like tearing some part of me and fix the problem asap and not suffer. -__-''' esp what happened just few days back. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a lil summary of part of zero nine.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; i just wrote the date 08 yesterday&lt;/span&gt; -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to more to come in......&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.TWENTY-TEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-5160134498997017034?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5160134498997017034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=5160134498997017034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5160134498997017034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/5160134498997017034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-why-ee.html' title='AND-WHY-EE'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-7845121114162216554</id><published>2009-12-27T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:59:47.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>my name is Bridget, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i like to injured myself&lt;/span&gt;. -___-'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't like to injured myself lorh. just that i tend to injured myself without realising. maybe i should have a log book of what and how i get bruises. -_-'''' wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is just getting really hot and its annoying me cause im getting rash of the heat. &lt;strike&gt;hate it hate it hate it hate it&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;me want snow....let it snowwwwwwwwww (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-7845121114162216554?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7845121114162216554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=7845121114162216554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7845121114162216554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/7845121114162216554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-585963018407847723</id><published>2009-12-27T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:40:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you wish upon a star</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;.....it only happens in fairy tales &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcS4lHMs5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/S0cpR29_Viw/s1600-h/DSC05635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcS4lHMs5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/S0cpR29_Viw/s320/DSC05635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcXTiEesuI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tr4Ghr2KUys/s1600-h/DSC05647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcXTiEesuI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tr4Ghr2KUys/s320/DSC05647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcZ5R8r-SI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YXsg124whOk/s1600-h/DSC05644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcZ5R8r-SI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YXsg124whOk/s320/DSC05644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;its totally awesome having chocolates under the christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcbSlQhZkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/HNOvBUIwqKY/s1600-h/DSC05673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcbSlQhZkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/HNOvBUIwqKY/s320/DSC05673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;jealous much? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcckF729fI/AAAAAAAAA1c/K5MR6P2PQvc/s1600-h/26122009495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcckF729fI/AAAAAAAAA1c/K5MR6P2PQvc/s320/26122009495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcekGqEAiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HScJeg-K5d0/s1600-h/26122009497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcekGqEAiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HScJeg-K5d0/s320/26122009497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hmmmmmm pepermint chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;brought in from some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;samples!!! oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcfjoiGvYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/z2dqDZKKdTc/s1600-h/DSC05654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcfjoiGvYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/z2dqDZKKdTc/s320/DSC05654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;turkey out of stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;had lamb instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/Szcjy7acVCI/AAAAAAAAA18/uhBPr9fmBa8/s1600-h/DSC05659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/Szcjy7acVCI/AAAAAAAAA18/uhBPr9fmBa8/s320/DSC05659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and more pasta&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/Szcio0ehYbI/AAAAAAAAA10/aCXfNjm6rAc/s1600-h/DSC05657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/Szcio0ehYbI/AAAAAAAAA10/aCXfNjm6rAc/s320/DSC05657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...and yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we chinese MUST eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-_-''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;random christmas lunch as a family, like finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzckpZEWyPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/T-B20ZRjQjk/s1600-h/DSC05685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzckpZEWyPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/T-B20ZRjQjk/s320/DSC05685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzckeFYpOMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ssdrCYjFlbs/s1600-h/DSC05684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzckeFYpOMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ssdrCYjFlbs/s320/DSC05684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;seriously, no difference with olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;its just, really very oily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcmINzOqzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/rP4tPSRlONU/s1600-h/DSC05690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcmINzOqzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/rP4tPSRlONU/s320/DSC05690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcmsKbU47I/AAAAAAAAA2k/KlR_5AennAQ/s1600-h/DSC05694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcmsKbU47I/AAAAAAAAA2k/KlR_5AennAQ/s320/DSC05694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;volcano mashed potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so yeah, christmas this year was mainly eating tonnes of food for every meal since EVE. i should start fasting tmr. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;twenty-ten is just in 4 days. seriously, what has two thousand nine impacted you? and what have you done? yea it applies to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;how would you end two thousand nine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/Szclk7FHpDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/0Vclz8-bnvQ/s1600-h/DSC05650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/Szclk7FHpDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/0Vclz8-bnvQ/s320/DSC05650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;unbelievable kan?&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; color: magenta; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;im reaching for your heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you hold my life in your hand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/34100257-585963018407847723?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/585963018407847723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=585963018407847723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/585963018407847723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/585963018407847723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='when you wish upon a star'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzcS4lHMs5I/AAAAAAAAA0s/S0cpR29_Viw/s72-c/DSC05635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-8411476084163575704</id><published>2009-12-26T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:47:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDTgSh1-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/DHwv3Kmtuk0/s1600-h/DSC05623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDTgSh1-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/DHwv3Kmtuk0/s320/DSC05623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;christmas log&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDbUYdwhI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UJKncVUSLVo/s1600-h/DSC05627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDbUYdwhI/AAAAAAAAA0M/UJKncVUSLVo/s320/DSC05627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDiw_eSOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/fKtegg8hc08/s1600-h/DSC05628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDiw_eSOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/fKtegg8hc08/s320/DSC05628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turkey stuffing's&lt;br /&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDp_EggSI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Uto68Mhha1E/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDp_EggSI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Uto68Mhha1E/s320/DSC05629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TURKEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDxLJg9rI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6krgwRqIxS4/s1600-h/DSC05632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDxLJg9rI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6krgwRqIxS4/s320/DSC05632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it felt funny eating malaysian food this morning after having much westerm food. har har.&lt;br /&gt;i bet im having pork for dinner tonight. or prob duck. but im definitely sure there's pork. &lt;strike&gt;malaysians.&lt;/strike&gt; chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't we have Boxing day sales here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But if you try sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; well you just might find&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34100257-8411476084163575704?l=bridggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8411476084163575704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34100257&amp;postID=8411476084163575704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8411476084163575704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34100257/posts/default/8411476084163575704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-finally.html' title='and finally...'/><author><name>bridgeT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833783349240686348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzWDTgSh1-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/DHwv3Kmtuk0/s72-c/DSC05623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34100257.post-5986129006548693517</id><published>2009-12-25T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:14:29.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming on...</title><content type='html'>a really really really really HOT christmas. ): feels like &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;. wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVED yesterday's dinner. loved the food. loved the company. loved the gila-ness. loved the wine. loved the sparkling wine. loved the lameness. loved everything that happened there. kinda did some lame countdown. waited till CSI was over then only started officially wishing those were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSG2EMu_iI/AAAAAAAAAx8/p_TwGPQF7Ag/s1600-h/DSC05552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSG2EMu_iI/AAAAAAAAAx8/p_TwGPQF7Ag/s320/DSC05552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duck&lt;br /&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSHM5EBhDI/AAAAAAAAAyE/p8lJi47c9hY/s1600-h/DSC05553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSHM5EBhDI/AAAAAAAAAyE/p8lJi47c9hY/s320/DSC05553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jaime oliver's recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i know, no turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSHf4h4adI/AAAAAAAAAyM/ZJHhWuRTKnM/s1600-h/DSC05554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSHf4h4adI/AAAAAAAAAyM/ZJHhWuRTKnM/s320/DSC05554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oily garlic spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSH1-R-mAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WrSk1Ayw-qQ/s1600-h/DSC05555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSH1-R-mAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WrSk1Ayw-qQ/s320/DSC05555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIGTpNk0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/rsTV48OgotM/s1600-h/DSC05556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIGTpNk0I/AAAAAAAAAyc/rsTV48OgotM/s320/DSC05556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;potato, pumpkin salad&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIPojIb_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/FnR7zxZLz58/s1600-h/DSC05557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIPojIb_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/FnR7zxZLz58/s320/DSC05557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIX_RkLjI/AAAAAAAAAys/g7gBNntAxI8/s1600-h/DSC05558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIX_RkLjI/AAAAAAAAAys/g7gBNntAxI8/s320/DSC05558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awesome vietnamese roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIiolhS8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/CSK0U3qWQa4/s1600-h/DSC05559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIiolhS8I/AAAAAAAAAy0/CSK0U3qWQa4/s320/DSC05559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yeah.&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIq4VKn6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/stVE5kCmQU4/s1600-h/DSC05560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSIq4VKn6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/stVE5kCmQU4/s320/DSC05560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;white wine vs sparkling wine&lt;br /&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJEqnR8MI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gqEbKmzVuyI/s1600-h/DSC05563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJEqnR8MI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gqEbKmzVuyI/s320/DSC05563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once i took this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like seriously&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJeprnT1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/iw97tr0DEL8/s1600-h/DSC05604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJeprnT1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/iw97tr0DEL8/s320/DSC05604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just when i thought i was done with spaghetti right&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJoegMNMI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gFaNhw6ftUg/s1600-h/DSC05618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJoegMNMI/AAAAAAAAAzk/gFaNhw6ftUg/s320/DSC05618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another round this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJydiJOAI/AAAAAAAAAzs/NdtMgZL9BZE/s1600-h/DSC05621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSJydiJOAI/AAAAAAAAAzs/NdtMgZL9BZE/s320/DSC05621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSKAGRVrzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SAuf3d8w6Hk/s1600-h/DSC05619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Y5NAY-wgU/SzSKAGRVrzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SAuf3d8w6Hk/s320/DSC05619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda tired from eating. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to another dinner.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, im not scared of being starved these few days. 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