<?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-6485548855399362358</id><updated>2012-01-13T15:45:56.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackandwhiteinme =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-176799398986598545</id><published>2012-01-13T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:45:56.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ich vermissen mango milch.</title><content type='html'>I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog looks boring. I didn't upload photos anymore lately. Seems like I didn't take much pictures here. And I don't know whether it is just me, or this blogspot has changed the editor, since I can't edit my writing to colors and fonts. What I see is just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;. Will try to make it much more interesting asap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I ended up spending my New Year Eve in the middle of a massive traffic jam. Sad huh. But at least I didn't spend the night alone. It was kind of fun though.. We laughed a lot and had fun for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much. I'm just missing my china's life so badly. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Especially the one who has made everything so colorful in the end&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb. need a getaway !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-176799398986598545?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/176799398986598545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=176799398986598545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/176799398986598545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/176799398986598545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2012/01/ich-vermissen-manggo-milch.html' title='ich vermissen mango milch.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-7596355053807934044</id><published>2012-01-04T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:18:55.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year 2012 loves ! I hope it is still not too late to wish you guys a very happy new year. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, new year for all of us, but same old principal for myself : never complain ! I hope I am strong enough to always keep that in mind. And, the starting of 2012 has shown me a lot of good sign :) It has treaten me good so far. I'm so gonna love this year &lt;3 ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-7596355053807934044?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7596355053807934044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=7596355053807934044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7596355053807934044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7596355053807934044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-5904327969044825992</id><published>2011-12-31T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:08:07.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last.</title><content type='html'>Told you, I suck at baking. I was trying to bake brownies cake. But.. Isn't brownies supposed to be brownish ? Why mine turned out to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;darkish&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bitterish&lt;/span&gt;? Lol. Nevermind, we learn from mistakes. I am sure I can do better next time. But today I cook crab and egg soup, and i think it is satisfying enough. :) I hope my family and friends will like it. Yes I cooked like a big bowl of it. So it should be enough for everybody. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of the year ! We can already mention tomorrow as "next year" lol. Time flies crazily. A lot of things going on through this 2011 year. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I laughed. I smiled. I cried. I fell. I loved&lt;/span&gt;. None of us have a single clue of what will happen next year, but hey, let's just let it be. Isn't it better if it comes as a surprise? Well, I love surprises. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am going to celebrate my New Year's Eve with my girls ! I'd like to spend NYE anywhere but on the road. I don't wanna stuck in a super crazy traffic jam on NYE. So not cool huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tonight will be memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  i miss melbourne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-5904327969044825992?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5904327969044825992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=5904327969044825992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5904327969044825992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5904327969044825992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2011/12/last.html' title='Last.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-1888638586475868850</id><published>2011-12-29T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:24:49.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hobbies to dailies to passion</title><content type='html'>heyloves ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good when I have the time to update my blog. I know I ignored it for like a year already, but hey I am back ! Sometimes we don't exactly have the topic to write down here, but still I am trying to share something to the world :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's talk about the thing we do everyday. I've ever seen a statement says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am afraid thay my daily activities become my permanent job.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a guess, what are they doing daily and caused them to state that? A guy is an office-employee, but actually he always wanted to be a painter. A woman, working as a cashier in a coffee-shop on the corner of the block, but she actually wishes to work under a clothing label. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, every single person has their own passion, and people often do something that they are not really into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk real yes. I am currently working as an administration officer who handle everything related to car insurances. I can't say that I hate it, but neither do I love it. What my real passion is, well, I can't really tell, because I am not sure what my real passion is. I do sound pathetic. I do have hobbies, but I am still a small little girl :( I can change hobbies whenever I want lol. But, 2 hobbies I am really into since about 5 years ago, is cooking and capturing moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook so much ! My cooking is so far still acceptable to my family and friends. I love to bake as well ! But I cook better than I bake, I reckon. And the second thing I love is taking photos ! I own a DSLR camera, well not as sophisticated as the professional photographers', but it still works and satisfying. I remember I bought it after saving for quite a time by working part-time as a waiter back when I was in Malaysia. Proud? Yes. I am proud. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days a week, I stay in the office. Sitting in front of a notebook and started doing my job. But hey, I still have dinner time to cook, and Sundays to go and hunt for pictures ! I will never back down. I will never complain. My life has been fair so far, and so do the time I divided :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way I am going to ride this life. My very own fun way. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-1888638586475868850?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1888638586475868850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=1888638586475868850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1888638586475868850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1888638586475868850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2011/12/hobbies-to-dailies-to-passion.html' title='hobbies to dailies to passion'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-7977705695991545580</id><published>2011-12-27T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:14:45.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days.</title><content type='html'>Got this short, funny story from a friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Japanese guy visit his friend in America. He saw a restaurant called "TGIF". Then he asked his American friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What does TGIF stand for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it stands for Thanks God It's Friday!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese looks satisfied with the answer. One day, the American guy visited this Japanese friend in Japan, and actually the Japanese guy has run a new restaurant business. The restaurant is called "Oshima". And curiously the American guy asked the Japanese guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Is there any special meaning of Oshima?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. It actually stands for "Oh SHit It's Monday Again", &lt;/strong&gt;answered the Japanese guy, proudly.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why do people care much when it is Monday or Friday? Monday comes after Sunday which is a so-called holiday, but it won't make any difference if there is a day off on Monday and you still have to come to work on Tuesday, right? So with Friday, people were thanking God, well I encourage that so very much, but I don't think we can only have fun on Friday night after work.. For some people, Saturday is still 'weekdays' and not 'weekend' and they still have to put their asses to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. This post is my opinion. Just saying and sharing. For me, everyday is just the same. The thing that makes them different is how you face them in your very own way. And not to be forgotten, we should thank God everyday, no matter what day it is today. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love !&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/6485548855399362358-7977705695991545580?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7977705695991545580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=7977705695991545580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7977705695991545580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7977705695991545580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2011/12/got-this-short-funny-story-from-friend.html' title='Days.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-589261031570913065</id><published>2011-12-25T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:37:33.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zen.</title><content type='html'>I miss those hectic days in the restaurant. Especially on holidays like Christmas or New Year eve. The restaurant manager would remind us like a week before the H-day, that we are going to get really, really crazy on that day. New menu of food and set meal which so-called "Christmas set meal" were arranged and the telephone were just ringing non stop from customers who'd like to make a reservation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, this day has finally here. We were busy like hell, we took orders like crazy, kitchen were super hectic, and customers were just impatient. We served the food to tables flawlessly, yet we might broke some of the wine glasses when we were trying to put it panicly into a dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time is getting late, and the night is finally ended. So we flipped the "Open" sign to "Close" sign on the front door. There's only a few of us inside, with only a few bulbs on,  sitting, having some midnight snack, chatted and laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about experience. Not eternal, but it's about how you take it to what you always wanted to. Happiness, yes I think that's essential.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-589261031570913065?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/589261031570913065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=589261031570913065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/589261031570913065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/589261031570913065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2011/12/zen.html' title='zen.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-8305647708506241764</id><published>2011-12-24T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T17:41:19.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Eve !</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still wondering when did I pause my blog. A year ago. I was in China for my further study. I blogged more when I was a student in Malaysia. Does it mean that I enjoyed more when I was in China until i have no time to update my blog at all? Lol that wasn't a question, but an answer to itself. Yes I did enjoy my life in China ! Long story to tell, yet not much time I own. Will tell the story on my next post, the next next post, or maybe the next next next post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw it's xmas eve ! When will you guys spend your xmas eve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself? I am going to spend it in a bar, with a lot of friends ! I bet tonight will be a good night ! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go and get ready for tonight's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya love :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ Things we have to remember, we forget. Things we have to forget, we remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-8305647708506241764?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8305647708506241764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=8305647708506241764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/8305647708506241764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/8305647708506241764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Eve !'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-2201096090316382956</id><published>2011-12-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:23:57.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO !!</title><content type='html'>Hello guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG seriously? Did I last updated my blog in 2010? Too damn long to be true. But I try to be as active as before ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course from 2010 until now there's a lot has happened in my life. Good or bad, happy or sad. I just don't have the time to share it with you guys. I'll try to blog more since I am starting to get bored of my daily job (lol is that even an excuse? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all of u who visited my blog :) thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-2201096090316382956?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2201096090316382956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=2201096090316382956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2201096090316382956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2201096090316382956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello.html' title='HELLO !!'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-1816073860302395301</id><published>2010-09-09T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:46:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compulsion.</title><content type='html'>I hopped off the bus at that station. A guy standing in front of a building when I walked passed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Notebook? Computer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard him asking me that. And also everyone whose walked passed through him. I was not really aware of him. I just kept walking. Few steps later, I turned my head to him and saw him carrying a notebook case. Only one. I was thinking, this guy might be selling a stolen notebook, or the most positive thinking that i could get is, (I didn't mean to be this bad, but this is what we do when we don't know anyone perfectly, "Judge the Book by It's Cover), he's selling a notebook that he found from who-knows-where. I was just trying to forget that, until I came out from the building. A bunch of people were already gathered, surrounded the 'notebook guy', and 2 policemen. I couldn't think of anything anymore, except that he was first being suspected. A policeman asked him to show the thing that he was carrying, and checked at it. After a while, he was asked to follow the policemen to the office. I am sure, all of you know how the ending is going to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series of thought running through my mind. I felt that the policemen did a very great job. On the other hand, I pity the 'notebook guy'. Without being biased, I mean, he surely has a reason for doing it. Economic pressure maybe will be the first nominee. I walked back to the bus station to reach home. I turned my head back to him, saw him walked away from the place he was standing, in the middle of 2 policemen, bent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped on the bus. Blank-staring. Thoughts raging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-1816073860302395301?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1816073860302395301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=1816073860302395301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1816073860302395301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1816073860302395301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2010/09/compulsion.html' title='Compulsion.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-4605931763437995444</id><published>2010-07-10T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:29:15.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper from the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I understand how people will feel when they are hurted by someone or something. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, any negative feeling you can ever mentioned. You do anything to express that feeling. Scream, cry. Some could just be able to sit down and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;do nothing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has gone through my thoughts today. Actually, why should we turn that hurted feeling into sadness? I think all of us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;have a choice&lt;/span&gt;. Here's what I thought, and trying to be able to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When someone hurted you, you are a step further to maturity. You've experienced another test and you've passed it. We shouldn't take it as a disappointment. We should take it as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Take it positively. It teaches us how to be stronger. It makes us not to be a crybaby or overly emotional. It makes us tougher, and we won't feel that sad anymore the next time it happens to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ I wrote this, because I somehow feel prevaricated. But I somehow tried very hard to think positively. I, anyway, am going to enjoy my life. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't kill you, it'll make you stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-4605931763437995444?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4605931763437995444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=4605931763437995444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/4605931763437995444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/4605931763437995444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2010/07/whisper-from-heart.html' title='Whisper from the heart.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-6823695937498819939</id><published>2010-06-01T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:00:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; u&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; j&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;st li&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;st ni&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;av&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;st&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Author Unknown-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-6823695937498819939?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6823695937498819939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=6823695937498819939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/6823695937498819939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/6823695937498819939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2010/06/selfish.html' title='Selfish.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-3132953380268180404</id><published>2010-05-28T07:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:32:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in a stranger's mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just finished reviewing my old post. I think I wrote better blog those old days than these'... LOL. Something big has changed me, but there is always a possibility of changing myself back (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s/ Nothing is impossible in this world except swallowing you own head.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-3132953380268180404?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3132953380268180404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=3132953380268180404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3132953380268180404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3132953380268180404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2010/05/trapped-in-strangers-mind.html' title='Trapped in a stranger&apos;s mind'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-5260046548820742553</id><published>2010-05-25T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:38:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs in life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was born in a very warm yet discipline type of family. I have 2 siblings, which are girls as well. We were taught to settle every problems ourselves, and that formed me to a strong and tough woman, at least that is what my friends said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"If you want something so bad, pursue it yourself! Pa&lt;br /&gt;can do nothing but support you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pa told me that, in a very strict but in an understandable way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, I can live this life without much complaining. I hate it when people starts to complaint bout the 'not so good' food, dress, even life. I am really aware that there are so many unlucky people here in this earth, and that will always reminds me of how lucky I am to be in this shoes. I seem like a tough girl that will never face any problems in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I am not a superwoman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like other ordinary girls out there, I have my breakdown point, and it is right here, right now. I always claimed myself as a life-lover girl, put on that big smile whatever happens. I just forget how to smile again. I remembered few months ago, I decided to 'reset' my life, back to zero, start everything again from there. It wasn't easy at all. The more you try to forget your past, the more you'll be reminded of em. A lot of things happened between a very short period of time, and it changed my whole life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need someone who really can understand me. For the time being, there's nothing I can do except keep telling myself, that everything, is going to be better in time. I just don't know how long it takes to heal. I will always try, as hard as i can, to be the previous-strong, tough girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s/ Sometimes I wish for the D day to come faster.&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/6485548855399362358-5260046548820742553?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5260046548820742553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=5260046548820742553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5260046548820742553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5260046548820742553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-born-in-very-warm-yet-discipline.html' title='Ups and Downs in life.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-5835265117120115361</id><published>2010-05-19T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:11:34.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 2010 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. My last post was on June. Now is May, the next year. And here I am, ready to talk again. A lot of things happened in one year. A lot of things to be said. Update will be coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s. Life is like a rollercoaster. The track is designed, and it depends on how u ride it. Think it's scary, or take the thrill to an enjoyment !&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/6485548855399362358-5835265117120115361?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5835265117120115361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=5835265117120115361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5835265117120115361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5835265117120115361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-2010.html' title='it&apos;s 2010 !'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-9079177679692735156</id><published>2009-09-06T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:39:50.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something has already stopped me from updating this blog. Just don't ask me why. I don't even know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/6485548855399362358-9079177679692735156?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/9079177679692735156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=9079177679692735156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/9079177679692735156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/9079177679692735156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/09/silence.html' title='silence.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-7633109140213248126</id><published>2009-06-30T18:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:07:30.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;I'll upload some pics here. Enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknuturE51I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yS2i0oAJJK0/s1600-h/DSC_0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353072101496776530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknuturE51I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yS2i0oAJJK0/s320/DSC_0741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknutTDSOpI/AAAAAAAAANI/LTjKub5_cAY/s1600-h/DSC_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353072094082120338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknutTDSOpI/AAAAAAAAANI/LTjKub5_cAY/s320/DSC_0772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun n Xtin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/Sknqfuuw06I/AAAAAAAAANA/RjAo2fgFxVs/s1600-h/DSC_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353067462947558306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/Sknqfuuw06I/AAAAAAAAANA/RjAo2fgFxVs/s320/DSC_0719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dkerjain sama bule yg di belakang T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknqfWNxTRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hOQLzvcgcR8/s1600-h/DSC_0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353067456366726418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknqfWNxTRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hOQLzvcgcR8/s320/DSC_0597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Melb Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/Sknqe6ROv0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/sHQgpsgal0w/s1600-h/DSC_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353067448865046338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/Sknqe6ROv0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/sHQgpsgal0w/s320/DSC_0491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melb Central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknqegnEiUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QIrUfIxdJWM/s1600-h/DSC_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353067441977329986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknqegnEiUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QIrUfIxdJWM/s320/DSC_0464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayam Balado enakkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/Sknqee3RbRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9mM0O-dPBxE/s1600-h/DSC_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353067441508412690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/Sknqee3RbRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9mM0O-dPBxE/s320/DSC_0463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ikan Balado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoRlaFNFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0Wo3q3VAFeM/s1600-h/DSC_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353065020903470162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoRlaFNFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0Wo3q3VAFeM/s320/DSC_0468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Teh Kotak in Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoRVAhP9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eZNxX5t9bOM/s1600-h/DSC_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353065016501288914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoRVAhP9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eZNxX5t9bOM/s320/DSC_0348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Paul's Cathedral. Beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoRGDaqLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GjtT1-dQvdM/s1600-h/DSC_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353065012486908082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoRGDaqLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GjtT1-dQvdM/s320/DSC_0310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoQRIg3zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jMjjINrwdk4/s1600-h/DSC_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353064998281207602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknoQRIg3zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jMjjINrwdk4/s320/DSC_0272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I'll update more later on. I haven't transfer the rest of it to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow miss doughnuts~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-7633109140213248126?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7633109140213248126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=7633109140213248126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7633109140213248126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7633109140213248126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-upload-some-pics-here.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SknuturE51I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yS2i0oAJJK0/s72-c/DSC_0741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-2353673861793787762</id><published>2009-06-30T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:22:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspeakable Trip 2,3,4 and 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;27/06/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day in Melbie. We had our lunch in Blok M, which is an Indonesian Restaurant. As usual, the portion is damn big ! After that, I went shopping to Myer, which is on sale.. I was just like rush inside to see what's discounted HAHA. What's couldn't be forgotten is to camwh*re everywhere. LOL. After taking some pics, we're heading to State Library, which is sooo beautiful.. After taking pics (again), we chased City Circle, which is like a tram but it's a free service. It brings you to a certain places only. We went to Docklands and we could saw the sunset from there. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a freezing walk there, we went back home, get ready to have our dinner at Nobu Restaurant, located in Crown. Crown is widely known as a casino as well. Nobu is a fine dining Japanese restaurant. The food there is great, and u can never imagine the price.. I think I should just eat rice for the next 3 weeks T_T. After that we took a walk to the 'Ghost Rider' bridge, which they shot the scene there. It's a tiring day, and I had a good sleep that day. Thanks for a wonderful day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28/6/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just noticed that what i mostly do in here is eat, eat and eat.. I think i gained weight. I dunno whether I should be happy or sad. I still wanna be the previous skinny me. LOL. Today, me, And, Cin, Jun &amp;amp; Xtin had our brunch in Dragon Boat restaurant, which is a dim sum buffet restaurant. We're lost in direction, dunno where to go. Then we passed by the Australian Jail, and prefer to visit it. When i first stepped in, there is a souvenir shop. What a cool jail ! LOL The building inside is very artistic. It's not a real jail, of course. It is just an old jail that has not been used anymore. We were wow-ed, camwh*red as usual. Then we're led to another place called Police Watch House, which is another jail. Inside there, we'd been punked by the so-called-police officer.. He asked guys and girls to line up in a different row, and we're locked in a jail.. He asked some question and we have to answer everything followed by "Yes Sergeant" thing.. LOL It was fun tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired. Hang on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At night, I made a dinner appointment with Billie, Tika, Xyng and Ake. They were my classmates when I was in Medan. We had dinner in Nandos. After the dinner, we went to have a coffee break in San Churro. I was so happy to meet them, hope i can hang out with them again (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;29/6/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was craving for Ramen suddenly, so we had our lunch in Ajisen Ramen. After lunch, we went to Dockland again, but for shopping this time, There's a lot of Factory outlet there. OMG, I dunno how much i spent for shoes and coats and skirt and cloth. LOL. I spent almost the whole day there. At night, the 1610 gank (me, and, cin, jun n xtin) went to Sofia to have our dinner. It is an Italian restaurant, OMG again the portion of the pasta and the pizza here is ENORMOUS lol. And the ice cream.. It was BIG. Sofia is located in suburb, so we had to catch up the train to reach there. It was freezing as well. It makes me became a beast right now.. My skin cannot cope with the cold weather here T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;30/6/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing much to say. I went to QV's food court to had lunch, and went to grocery to buy some food for dinner and headed back home, and I'm here, sitting in front the computer typing like hell LOL and watching him studying.. He will have his last paper for the sem tomorrow. After that, he will accompany me to shop again HAHAHHAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired.. Yet it's fun to be here. I miss Malaysia somehow, especially the food LOL. I miss sate padang, ayam penyet.. OMG i should stop thinking of those stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya in the next post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/6485548855399362358-2353673861793787762?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2353673861793787762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=2353673861793787762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2353673861793787762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2353673861793787762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/06/270609-next-day-in-melbie.html' title='Unspeakable Trip 2,3,4 and 5'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-4279096243290987308</id><published>2009-06-28T09:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:18:23.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspeakable Trip 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here goes my official first blog in Melbourne.. I arrived on 26th june, 7 in the morning. It was 6 degrees outside. I couldn't really sleep when i was on the plane, so i decided to take a nap first before i begin my holiday ! (: At about 2pm, i went to take my lunch in a place called Dessert House. I ordered Lemongrass chicken, and when my order came, i was so shocked to see the portion here. It's damn big.. Unluckily I didn't take a pic of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After i have the very fulfilling lunch, me, And, Cin n Jun went to have a walk along Swanston st and take pictures, meanwhile we're waiting for Jun's gf, Christin. We took lotsa pic which i will post it later on. We visited Flinders St Station, where i finally saw it by my own which i used to only see it on the chocolate box or stuff.. LOL. After the last walk to Yarra River, we were heading to Queen Victoria (QV). We had a break in Max Brenner, which is like the chocolate heaven.. I was like so crazy to see all of the chocolates they sell.. HAHA. I had a cup of American Marshmallow Chocolate. It's nice.. It's so pricey as well. *swt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We headed back home to take a rest, and we're having our dinner in Ying Thai Restaurant, which is a Thai restaurant. It is located in Lygon st. We met Calvin and Louise there. I really wanna tell you guys what did we ate there, but sorry i couldn't recall all the Thai's food name and i didn't take any pic as well. HAHA. After having our spicy fulfilling finger-licking dinner, we went back home again, dressed-up, and we're ready to hit a party in a club called Eve. I had 2 glass of liquor which I dunno the name. After a very nice party in a very cold weather, we went back home and I was soooo exhausted.. It's only day one and it's fun here ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something that you guys might not know about Melb (Winson is probably mention some of this in his blog. Take a walk !): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;1. It's only first day, and i've already seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2 COUPLES OF LESBIANS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here.. OMFG. They made out anywhere anytime.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. McD's fries here is better than in Malaysia, seriously.. I think i would like to get one each day HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's freaking cold outside, yet a lot of Australian chicks hold to a belief, which is in Hokkien we said "Ai Sui Mai Mia", means they prefer fashion than their life. LOLOL. The chicks here wear like almost nothing when it's like 5 degrees out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One thing that quite shocked me is each Australians must only take a shower in 4 minutes ! I said 'must' because Australian water restriction kinda thing. I dun understand how they get cleaned up in 4minutes. Damn.. Don't worry, i will still take a longer time to take my shower. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The portion of the food is damn big. It's so expensive, yet so fulfilling. Lotsa varieties of food is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Australians do a lot of walking, or else they will take a tram to go to their destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There's a lot of street artists, which are so amazing to me. They think of ways to make money, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about Melbourne on the first day. I will update my second day trip soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holiday everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-4279096243290987308?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4279096243290987308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=4279096243290987308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/4279096243290987308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/4279096243290987308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/06/unspeakable-trip-1.html' title='Unspeakable Trip 1.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-2766775845032994794</id><published>2009-06-27T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:26:28.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip 0.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melbourne ! Finally i'm here.. There's a lot to tell, yet i don't have enough time to update my blog frequently. But i will once i get the chance. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-2766775845032994794?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2766775845032994794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=2766775845032994794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2766775845032994794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2766775845032994794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-0.html' title='Trip 0.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-7996705106026942430</id><published>2009-03-29T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:15:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari yg biasa2 saja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood gw seharian kemana yah ? Pas bangun tidur hr ini jg kaga fresh bgt. Kantong mata masih besar bgt (menandakan seharusnya gw blm saatnya bangun), mana gw harus cepet siap2 pergi kerja, harus make seragam kerja baru yg putih kinclong (yg secara kebetulan dan tidak disengaja, jg berukuran besar). Jadilah gw sperti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ondel2 ber smokey eyes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong2 tentang smokey eyes, gw koq jadi keinget sama smoked salmon. Smoked salmon yg di Sushi King ga enak bgt. Mnding yg di Tenji. Loh loh loh. Mata gw jadi ngelirik ke toples besar berisi butter cookies yg sedang tersenyum manis ke gw. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Duh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak hal2 lucu terjadi di tempat gw kerja(fyi, gw kerja di salah satu resto Jepang di KL). Customer kadang2 mmg aneh tapi nyata (emangnya manusia berwujud ikan pari?). Kemarin ada org Jepang dateng sndrian, ngepit koran di ketek, trs mesen wine sama sashimi. Dia lg megang gelas wine sambil baca koran stelah habisin makanannya. Temen kerja gw nyamperin dia dan mnta izin mo ngangkat piringnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia ga ngejawab.. Dia diem aja.. Deg deg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw koq jadi takut yah ? Jadi keinget kejadian di komik Bowling King gt... Rasanya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si Jepang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keracunan makanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deh.. Cukup lama gw berdiri disana ngamatin dia, sampai akhirnya.... Dia.. Dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia nguap.. Rupanya dia ketiduran.. Buset. Lu kata resto kita resort?? Yah paling gak ada hiburan buat kita2 diantara sumpeknya kerja. (Sebenernya penuh2in list dosa gw aja ketawain dia pas kemaren itu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tgl 28 Maret ada event yg namanya Earth Hour. Kita harus matiin lampu selama 1 jam, dari jam 8.30pm sampe 9.30 pm, di belahan dunia manapun.. Padahal jam2 segitu kan lagi banyak2nya acara tv buat org yg ga berniat malam mingguan di luar (baca : bokek !!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba deh bayangin.. Kalo misal kita ga boleh idupin lampu sama televisi, dan kita cuman punya HP yg mudah2an aja msh bisa aktif (karena ga disaranin ngecharge hape jg).Syukur2 masih ada radio (application di hp yg ga seberapa tentunya) yg masih siaran. Eh malah radio favorite gw latah ngikutin Earth Hour. Dalam hati saya mikir, ini radio kayaknya mau menghemat deh, pake2 alibi Earth Hour segala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capek. Tidur dl ah.&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/6485548855399362358-7996705106026942430?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7996705106026942430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=7996705106026942430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7996705106026942430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7996705106026942430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/03/hari-yg-biasa2-saja.html' title='hari yg biasa2 saja'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-7727748683556192216</id><published>2009-03-29T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:53:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an unanswered prayer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is something that we have to deal with, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;may i ask for some ease in life,&lt;br /&gt;especially for those who deserves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is tough. Just deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ignoring my own page for years ! Updates are coming forward =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-7727748683556192216?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7727748683556192216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=7727748683556192216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7727748683556192216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/7727748683556192216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/03/unanswered-prayer.html' title='an unanswered prayer.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-9129150593301346346</id><published>2009-01-09T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:13:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voice from a mute girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking so hard, bout what is really happening. Is the fault from my side ? Why my head is only filled by that thing, which is important at least for me, but might not be for u-know-who-u-are ? Did i just waste my time for thinking of this thing, which i know i won't ever be getting that ? I put too much hopes on it already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Does he even think about me ... ??&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/6485548855399362358-9129150593301346346?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/9129150593301346346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=9129150593301346346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/9129150593301346346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/9129150593301346346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/voice-from-mute-girl.html' title='voice from a mute girl.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-5334495506155091259</id><published>2008-12-31T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:18:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope everything will stay as it does..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People say, if there is no meeting, there is no separation.. Omg who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; created that stupid idiom ? If you didn't meet anybody, how u &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; ppl, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; ppl, make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; ? If you didn't meet ppl, human could not longer be said as a social creature anymore.. That is a thing that ppl couldn't leave behind.. But anyhow and i don't know why.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I hate farewell !&lt;/span&gt; Seems a lot of people is leaving here now.. Why i have to be separated with people who i've just met for a very short time only ? God, can't you make it a bit longer, make me meet them earlier, or maybe, if possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just stop the time for me .. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Was it me that didn't use the time properly ? Didn't I enjoy the good time with them ? Maybe I did enjoy it a lot, that makes time also goes by soooo fast. Few days left, and i have to leave everything behind. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Memories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Togetherness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Laughter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sadness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All the good and bad we had gone through together.. Please tell me, what else can I do to make it worth ? I really, really don't wanna feel this ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I cried&lt;/span&gt;. Tears have just came down so fast, without asking my permission to pass. First night of a realization of what is going to happen for the next few days, I was crying to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, tears came and visited me again. I just couldn't be alone to prevent me to think of the sadness.. I should have something to do then. But still, it didn't help at all.. I keep thinking for this few days.. What should i do in this very limited time ? I think i found the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time is still there. Make a full use of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could just have 1 wish right now.. *Please just keep everybody near. I don't want any farewell happen. I just want to spend a lil bit longer time with you. Slower down the time a bit oh God...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Even though we are going to be separated soon, you have been so special in my heart. Maybe I didn't do anything important to make you remember of me. But a simple 'hi' could grow a lot of things up. All the things we have gone through will stay in me. Time is too short somehow. Or maybe it's just the timing error. We are just haven't been through anything much enough. But those times will repeat, won't it ? Anyway, Everything that we've been through means a lot. Maybe they are just some simple thing such as some chit chat-ing, some joking or poking around. However it wouldn't get out of my mind very easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I keep say it to myself,"You are not going to lose them !". But I just couldn't take it to my own real world. How can I repeat the crazy time with you ? How can I re-do what we did, with others ? Nobody ain't going to do it as well as you do ! =). I love you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;br /&gt;Olyvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-5334495506155091259?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5334495506155091259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=5334495506155091259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5334495506155091259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/5334495506155091259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope-everything-will-stay-as-it-does.html' title='Hope everything will stay as it does..'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-3084927089640709765</id><published>2008-12-28T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:33:01.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel so useless now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why my heart has to feel such thing ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid coz even me myself don't know what is goin on.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i have to do is :&lt;br /&gt;keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;don't comment on anything&lt;br /&gt;throw away the stupid dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidlyph~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-3084927089640709765?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3084927089640709765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=3084927089640709765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3084927089640709765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3084927089640709765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-6415769274397531414</id><published>2008-12-27T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:48:57.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eight years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Time goes by fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Got my memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And they will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I try to keep it simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I hate goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I try to keep it simple by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Telling myself that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There is so much I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But words get in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So if were not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We're a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When I want to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You'll never be that far from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So don't say goodbye 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You'll never be that far from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm telling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There is so much I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The words get in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So were not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You were there when I needed a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Thank you thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I never told you how much that meant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gotta thank you thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There is so much I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The words get in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And all of the things that we've gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There is so much I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The words get in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We're not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We're not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will remember... you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*dedicated to u-know-who-u-are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hope we can meet again someday. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-6415769274397531414?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6415769274397531414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=6415769274397531414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/6415769274397531414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/6415769274397531414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/eight-years-later-time-goes-by-fast-got.html' title='For you.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-3930551269680116847</id><published>2008-12-27T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:25:09.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an unimportant post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long i haven't been updating my blog ? It's long, i think. I haven't been to anywhere else except for this jail called Sunway.. 20th November was my last exam day, but i couldn't enjoy my holiday just yet, until the judging day... Luckily i passed all my subjects ! But, why am i still stuck here ? Everyday filled only with the routines : work. Even when people were enjoying their party, holiday, im standing there, doin nothing but to see people's laughter, smile, joy. Miss my home ! I took a lil time to go to my private place, thinking of what am i doin here ? Just to be stupid to see people's enjoying their party ? But i just trying to be positive ! Every road to success is always under construction. This is goin to be a very, very important lesson for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/6485548855399362358-3930551269680116847?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3930551269680116847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=3930551269680116847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3930551269680116847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3930551269680116847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/unimportant-post.html' title='an unimportant post.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-633341904035363934</id><published>2008-12-01T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:38:33.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts around me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in a bad depression. It seems ghosts are everywhere, haunting me, won't let me go. Tied so tight between uncertainty, scattered life, in a deep agony. I just want to get out from this hell. I don't want to see those ghosts no more. I'm done.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'M DONE&lt;/span&gt; ! That's what my heart screamed. I won't ask you whether you could hear it or not. Because, even myself couldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I heard a voice. A very familiar voice which formed words, which i heard very clearly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll pray for u"&lt;/span&gt;. I stood there, stared at nothing and started to drop some tears. My heart scream at me again,"Helloo !!! u should have do something bout it !". At that point, i knew that i have to work it out to get the hell out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours by hours, days by days, those groups of ghosts still don't want to get rid of me ! I relied for the prayer from the owner of the voice, for sure, but also don't forget to pray myself. "Everything is going to be alright. Everybody is going to be alright. But how if it is out of my expectation ? How can i cope with that ? How can I face them later on ?". I started to mumbling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to face it with all the courage and energy i have. It wouldn't change anything if I just ran away, because those ghosts would still be there. Just go inside and see, what is really happening then, I said to myself. After taking a deep breath, I went inside and I saw NOTHING. It was hollow. There were nothing that scared me. Those ghosts have ran away from my life . Prayer and encourage from the voice helped me out. Thanks, I mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Special thanks to GOD, Dad and Mom, who've been supporting me, all da time. Thanks for everyone who sincerely gave their deepest support for me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-633341904035363934?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/633341904035363934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=633341904035363934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/633341904035363934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/633341904035363934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghosts-around-me.html' title='Ghosts around me...'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-205300727634889442</id><published>2008-11-28T02:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:36:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's summer time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holidayyy !!! People do feel differently towards this. Happy is for sure. Some ppl might feel bored bout it (gotcha Febri ! XD ). Me ? I just feel kinda hard to describe this. Bored ? Not exactly. You can say that i have too many unimportant activities out there that makes me looks like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super-busy-business-woman&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even have the time to sweep my room floor regularly. LOL. Am i really that 'busy' ? My daily activities are just hang out, eating out, watch movie, and above all, waste money ? Yea why i just think about it now ? =(. Ringgit is appreciating, and Rupiah sucks ! Yea. About the currency. F*ck Currency ! How can i survive in this evil world ? Haisss. To be described in economics, im experiencing deficit. Haahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanna share some pics. As pics tell a thousands word, here are some random pics, taken in some random events. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7vhWSqvmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DtxaMoftQf8/s1600-h/kentbra+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7vhWSqvmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DtxaMoftQf8/s200/kentbra+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273415569896029794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My gokil fellas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7vg1e0yCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3ln_DBhjF10/s1600-h/child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7vg1e0yCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3ln_DBhjF10/s200/child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273415561088649250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just love this pic. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7vgqbQGCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5AkLXSfCt0/s1600-h/me+n+cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7vgqbQGCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S5AkLXSfCt0/s200/me+n+cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273415558120871970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miss my sista, my long hair as well. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7wXRdNH6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NtSwYf34Er4/s1600-h/100_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7wXRdNH6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NtSwYf34Er4/s200/100_2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273416496310984610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Winson's farewell nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z5B-lRrI/AAAAAAAAALA/PQElJHB9aJM/s1600-h/lyph+san+ching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z5B-lRrI/AAAAAAAAALA/PQElJHB9aJM/s200/lyph+san+ching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273420374806447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kinda scary. hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z6YkJ4YI/AAAAAAAAALY/roZTboFkL6g/s1600-h/IMG_2095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z6YkJ4YI/AAAAAAAAALY/roZTboFkL6g/s200/IMG_2095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273420398049485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Macha ice my favourite !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z5r4xbMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/56hq0c3tMm4/s1600-h/IMG_2087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z5r4xbMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/56hq0c3tMm4/s200/IMG_2087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273420386056367298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Expression of the Thamciaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z5Y7d73I/AAAAAAAAALI/nYGxOMtxejk/s1600-h/n642314177_880139_4989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z5Y7d73I/AAAAAAAAALI/nYGxOMtxejk/s200/n642314177_880139_4989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273420380967399282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vincent's bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z43PcByI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1KwtouMJRss/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7z43PcByI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1KwtouMJRss/s200/DSC01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273420371924354850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El - O - El !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS71wLEWCMI/AAAAAAAAALg/8uE8oWjF16E/s1600-h/DSCN2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS71wLEWCMI/AAAAAAAAALg/8uE8oWjF16E/s200/DSCN2416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273422421650966722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My most precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quite a few actually. Not much to post. Not many pics' stock recently. =p. Gonna post another posting after im not 'busy' ! =D. Cao~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-205300727634889442?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/205300727634889442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=205300727634889442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/205300727634889442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/205300727634889442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-summer-time.html' title='it&apos;s summer time !'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SS7vhWSqvmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DtxaMoftQf8/s72-c/kentbra+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-855055254509590740</id><published>2008-11-25T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:53:03.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.y.o.b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a short, but meaningful title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MYOB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is there anyone that still don't know the meaning of this ?&lt;br /&gt;Yea i think there is.&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;busybody&lt;/span&gt; people, who's hobby is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;gossiping people&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;without knowing the truth&lt;/span&gt;, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Do ya'll need me to elaborate it further ?&lt;br /&gt;MYOB stands for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Still not understand the meaning ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Uruslah urusanmu sendiri&lt;/span&gt;. That's in Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ze zi guan ni de shi&lt;/span&gt;. That's in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;Do u need me to elaborate it in another language so u can understand in ur &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird language&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;But, Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak ur language.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can recommend you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, buy a dictionary. Maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;it helps&lt;/span&gt; with the meaning of MYOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, buy a tape. Just in case u can't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shut ur mouth up&lt;/span&gt; and u need a super sticky tape to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;, buy a mirror and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;see what's inside&lt;/span&gt; before u see and comment on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still need some suggestion ?&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;contact me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/6485548855399362358-855055254509590740?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/855055254509590740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=855055254509590740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/855055254509590740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/855055254509590740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/11/myob.html' title='m.y.o.b.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-8903700641131488930</id><published>2008-11-12T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:32:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.screwed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; paper had already taken.&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; had already been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;ruined&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;I just need a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;pass&lt;/span&gt; for them.&lt;br /&gt;Need some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for another 2 more comin paper.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, i know.&lt;br /&gt;I will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;im blessed&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S : Gudluck ya'll who are having exams ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/6485548855399362358-8903700641131488930?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8903700641131488930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=8903700641131488930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/8903700641131488930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/8903700641131488930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/11/screwed.html' title='.screwed.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-2547541909649635295</id><published>2008-11-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:50:47.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams attack !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is comin. What a schedule ! 11, 12, 19, 20. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jackpot ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not goin to update my blog for a while. But a bunch to post and upload after exam ! *yey*. Just wait for 'em baby. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-2547541909649635295?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2547541909649635295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=2547541909649635295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2547541909649635295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2547541909649635295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams-attack.html' title='exams attack !'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-2964036092817419171</id><published>2008-10-27T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:12:35.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th October 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a day ! I'm just &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, and i feel &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;. It was just so unexpected. And it's my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; ! It's goin to be a long blog. Just be ready ! Fasten ur seatbelt guys. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Ching, that wrote something sad in her pm. "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;I need a shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;". As usual, i was worrying her and asked, "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;u okay?&lt;/span&gt;". Then she said she's just fine. After a few chat, we didn't continue our conversation. It's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;00.13&lt;/span&gt; when she finally called me. "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I need u&lt;/span&gt;", she said. Actually i smelled something wrong already.. Hahahaha. She asked me to meet her downstairs at Side Gate. Guess what did i see ? &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;22 people formed a 20 for me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;each of them was holding a small candle&lt;/span&gt;. I was really, really &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTQ24H5mKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2EpkoxK1vrw/s1600-h/PA270904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261559905872615586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTQ24H5mKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2EpkoxK1vrw/s320/PA270904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20 without candles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTPsFlxT-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_Trs7ctUDH8/s1600-h/20.+%3D%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTPsFlxT-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_Trs7ctUDH8/s1600-h/20.+%3D%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261558620997373922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTPsFlxT-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_Trs7ctUDH8/s320/20.+%3D%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20 with candles =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They sang a bday song for me. Ouw yea before that, the group involved in this is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:130%;" &gt;Tarabuddy&lt;/span&gt; friends. I'm just so proud and happy to have u all as my friends !! After go upstairs to see the 20's shape, i made a wish. They ask me to blow the candle from above.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:130%;" &gt;Oh u gotta be kidding me&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha... I went down to meet them all, and i have to blow the candles 1 by 1. With additional candles being lighted again. Swt.. Hahahaha. After i blew the so called 'major candle' in the real cake, like the tradition i have to take out the candle out from the cake. And it WAS not right. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Someone pushed my head to the cake&lt;/span&gt;.. OMG. The war has begun ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Let's just switch the object shall we ? =) There was another group waiting for me, with a cake also ! They are my college friends. I know them pretty long already, since i came to Malaysia. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;All of them are just great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. They all sang another bday song for me.. Another candle-blowing, and another cake-cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTWun9aaKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-0QYL0yK328/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261566361164474530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTWun9aaKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-0QYL0yK328/s320/DSC01404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kinda blur... Love them anyway ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some cake war and eggs war was happening. Laughter, happiness, fun. All of them were afraid of me like hell.. Coz i was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;smelly&lt;/span&gt; ! LOL. Oh. Thanks, fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just feel that i'm the luckiest person in the world. I have a great parent, a lot of friends around me to celebrate my birthday. Hahaha. Thanks for all of u guys that i can't mention 1 by 1. Umm. Hold on. Im thinking of write down ur names. Hahaha. Just wish me luck to track all of u who came ! =p. Really appreciate it. I won't ever forget my memorable 20th bday. You all made it so colourful !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pics updates coming soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-2964036092817419171?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2964036092817419171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=2964036092817419171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2964036092817419171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2964036092817419171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/27th-october-2008.html' title='27th October 2008.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQTQ24H5mKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2EpkoxK1vrw/s72-c/PA270904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-8067342960884043855</id><published>2008-10-25T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:32:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim sum !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some pics from us. The food hunters. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQKr31pSoNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsojZSY3c54/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQKr31pSoNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsojZSY3c54/s320/Picture+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260956290503581906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ching, sandy, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIfNYMshlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lcRCtuxivDE/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIfNYMshlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lcRCtuxivDE/s320/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260801629416621650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Siomay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIfNkuIqBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0aaqOPZDq8E/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIfNkuIqBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0aaqOPZDq8E/s320/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260801632778102802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bakpao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQKr2nqzqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cwWEfjDJzn8/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQKr2nqzqDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cwWEfjDJzn8/s320/Picture+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260956269571975218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pork inside pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIfNtqaPQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uTe67_81zkc/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIfNtqaPQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uTe67_81zkc/s320/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260801635178396930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keladi Goreng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIjyOzsiAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xmiAaPqAkFo/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIjyOzsiAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xmiAaPqAkFo/s320/Picture+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260806660597516290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dunno the name.. But it has prawn inside, n it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIjyiZUDVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o91CusxUeI0/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIjyiZUDVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o91CusxUeI0/s320/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260806665855569234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Prawn Har Kao. My all time favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIjy4VP19I/AAAAAAAAAFY/sRKgiy-trhY/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIjy4VP19I/AAAAAAAAAFY/sRKgiy-trhY/s320/Picture+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260806671744096210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the gerobak. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIoBaEmHMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Z1rKI589Sfo/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQIoBaEmHMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Z1rKI589Sfo/s320/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260811319365737666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the food hunters. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now im starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;laper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngidem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever it's called&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i need food ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-8067342960884043855?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8067342960884043855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=8067342960884043855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/8067342960884043855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/8067342960884043855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/dim-sum.html' title='Dim sum !'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SQKr31pSoNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsojZSY3c54/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-3782112081732543189</id><published>2008-10-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:59:50.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th October 2008&lt;/span&gt;. I had so many plan for this day. The day before, we went to Noodle Station (again) in Subang. This time, with some additional members. =). There were me, Ching, Sandy, Enrico, Tommy the Panda, Winson, Kenvin n last but not least Vincent. It was the first time for some of them in Noodle station, we ordered different dishes and i remembered Winson said , "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m satisfied with mine..&lt;/span&gt;". LOL. U should ask me to go along anytime u intended. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all of us were thinking of another breakfast trip the day after in a chinese restaurant called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Imperial China&lt;/span&gt;. It serves dim sum in the morning until 1pm only. So that means we have to get up earlier than usual. LOL. Finally, only me, Ching, Sandy and Tommy decided to join. hahaha. When i reached there, it brought me back to when i were in my hometown. It's very cozy.. And the dim sum ? Oh dun ask about it. It was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; ! Im a big fans of dimsum. And this was satisfying .. hahahahah. Here are some pics of 'em. I will upload another pics after i get it from Sandy's cam. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEJFFUGnI/AAAAAAAAADw/PZwBTXt4h60/s1600-h/imperial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEJFFUGnI/AAAAAAAAADw/PZwBTXt4h60/s320/imperial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259083018891696754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imperial China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEIojYalI/AAAAAAAAADg/b2V_03HD4cc/s1600-h/bakpao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEIojYalI/AAAAAAAAADg/b2V_03HD4cc/s320/bakpao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259083011233180242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are delicious !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEJPvmyeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TfsSsqip2R0/s1600-h/panggor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEJPvmyeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TfsSsqip2R0/s320/panggor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259083021753436642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried Dumpling, Bao, and Lotus Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEJ095_QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/042DXWH24y0/s1600-h/teapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEJ095_QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/042DXWH24y0/s320/teapot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259083031745527042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teapots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satisfied with our breakfast ! However still a long way to go through the day. a trip to kL was waiting for me. LOL. So many things happened on that day. First, the taxi driver who took us to kL. omg.. he was just over-talkative ! Hahaha. He even taught us how to negotiate with a taxi driver. OMG. Second, we saw a 'copet' been caught. And he is from Indonesia. actually i felt pity to the robber, not the victim. lol.. Because there might be some reasons that forced him to do such thing. But i also have to think from the victim's side. How if that happened to me ? Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oops, why i feel so miserable suddenly ? talking about what i feel to the robber ? okok. let's just switch the topic shall we ? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, u should try this when u go to pavilion, KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwPDfb3jSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pStkVdZPlQ0/s1600-h/thailand+spring+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwPDfb3jSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pStkVdZPlQ0/s320/thailand+spring+roll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259095017514306850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thailand Spring Roll&lt;br /&gt;It's located in Food Republic in Pavilion. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On our way home, we took rapid KL.. A guy hopped into the bus and just standing as usual. Suddenly he roar to the whole bus. Oh My Me. Amitofo... That's what i keep mumbling all the time. I don't know what happened but looked like 'something' got into his body or kinda stuff... I was afraid. Now i feel afraid even to talk about it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel kinda happy tho, coz i got what i was intended to buy.. After i reached home, guess where did i go ? We were planning to celebrate my manager's bday, but then we went to barcelona instead. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuh. tired. capek. chuan. lei. kinda long story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;cya on my next post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-3782112081732543189?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3782112081732543189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=3782112081732543189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3782112081732543189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/3782112081732543189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-day.html' title='What a day !'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPwEJFFUGnI/AAAAAAAAADw/PZwBTXt4h60/s72-c/imperial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-2476455638537114045</id><published>2008-10-15T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:06:43.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for worrying me so much ! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing to say. Just wanna thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tinna&lt;/span&gt; for giving me a "siraman rohani" and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; for giving me the loneliness, which i needed. Thanks for worrying me so much ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Love u all&lt;/span&gt;, my girls. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-2476455638537114045?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2476455638537114045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=2476455638537114045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2476455638537114045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/2476455638537114045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-worrying-me-so-much.html' title='thanks for worrying me so much ! =)'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-1689060406007642218</id><published>2008-10-13T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:05:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.adventurer.</title><content type='html'>Just wanna show u the faces of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;undefined&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymi-_NHI/AAAAAAAAACI/5iw0_CUXXoU/s1600-h/Photo+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymi-_NHI/AAAAAAAAACI/5iw0_CUXXoU/s320/Photo+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256671196623090802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of us. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymqAp4pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AnU0njL2Q-E/s1600-h/Photo+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymqAp4pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AnU0njL2Q-E/s320/Photo+203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256671198509130386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Co, Tin, Lyv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymnJ5wMI/AAAAAAAAACY/k3x4EazcmlA/s1600-h/Photo+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymnJ5wMI/AAAAAAAAACY/k3x4EazcmlA/s320/Photo+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256671197742612674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manusia2 cakep !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymwbyZwI/AAAAAAAAACg/_NByfVmYFNk/s1600-h/.T%27na.365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymwbyZwI/AAAAAAAAACg/_NByfVmYFNk/s320/.T%27na.365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256671200233547522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toilet Shot !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNym702WYI/AAAAAAAAACo/8fbzRIHMrEE/s1600-h/LyvImage%283006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNym702WYI/AAAAAAAAACo/8fbzRIHMrEE/s320/LyvImage%283006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256671203291453826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Best Friend. Caramel macchiato Hot, please ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPN3gh1YUoI/AAAAAAAAACw/NRt1CLqCt2s/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 465px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPN3gh1YUoI/AAAAAAAAACw/NRt1CLqCt2s/s320/toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256676590793282178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another toilet shot. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was just yesterday. I saw one of my girl tearing. What happened to u ? Maybe i am not the type that love to force someone or asked about the problem they have. I prefer to keep quiet, let them drown in their loneliness for a while, just for them to think clearer. But actually, i felt my heart broke into pieces when i saw her crying. I just couldn't stand it, curiously just ask her what happened. Maybe it was just to early to tell me. And i just let her be. Just to calm herself. I didn't force her anymore, but try to make her forgot about what she was thinking. i wouldn't know if it was successful or not. =p. But finally i saw her eyes glowing, curve on her lips, happily walked home with us. Feel kinda relieved, seriously. keep it up, girl. I know u can cope with the cruelty of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-1689060406007642218?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1689060406007642218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=1689060406007642218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1689060406007642218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1689060406007642218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventurer.html' title='.adventurer.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPNymi-_NHI/AAAAAAAAACI/5iw0_CUXXoU/s72-c/Photo+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-1977021173850555187</id><published>2008-10-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:43:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.tired to the max.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ! i've submitted my IEF assignment today. Feeling good.. But something weird. Why i feel so happy n relieved now, where there are another &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 assignments waiting for me&lt;/span&gt; ? OMG. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; act like im worrying them so bad. lol. After a few days of 'struggling' for assignment (my fellas for this few days sure would know what i meant by 'struggling' LOL), then only i can update this blog. Hahaha. Where should i start ? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh no&lt;/span&gt;. It reminded me of how hard to start an assignment.. lmao.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last Saturday, 11st October 2008. What i was planning ? Doin assignments out of condo. Some places was flashed by. Finally, our gank, which included me, Wie Ching, Tinna, Febri, Enrico, Lung2, and Liem, decided &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; as our territory. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at about 8.30 pm, with an empty stomach. We decided to go to Zanmai to have our dinner. Guess how long we have to wait ? About 30mins? 45 mins? OMG. So bad. When we are all were about to find another place to have our meal, a guy said that our seats are ready. Fiuh. I was planning not to have my dinner, coz im goin supper with my working fellas. But i can't stand the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;salmon sushi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mini california maki&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMU9zDcCQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S8t4AfqFdOM/s1600-h/LyvImage%283002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMU9zDcCQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S8t4AfqFdOM/s320/LyvImage%283002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256568241980705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It looks nice this time. The salmon slice also quite big, at least covers up the sushi rice. Hahaha. After that, i gotta go to meet my colleagues from Zen.. We are goin to Yuen steamboat at Mentari park. I'm not really clear what was this event for actually.. Some said it was to celebrate our high sales bla bla bla.. But i think, it was to celebrate our master chef's bday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakajima San&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMXZfbR0NI/AAAAAAAAABA/aQYVI_Pyq50/s1600-h/all+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMXZfbR0NI/AAAAAAAAABA/aQYVI_Pyq50/s320/all+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256570916771582162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zen staffs with Nakajima San. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMbUlxqNiI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOLeRqahZBk/s1600-h/zen+part+timers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMbUlxqNiI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOLeRqahZBk/s320/zen+part+timers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256575230623233570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zen Part timers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMd8IGwAZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fx7lqMozwBg/s1600-h/Zeners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMd8IGwAZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fx7lqMozwBg/s320/Zeners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256578108876652946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuen, 11st October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, it was fun, We were taking pics, until about 2 am. After that, i still have to continue my journey.. My house key was in my housemate's room which she was still in starbucks. sigh.. Reached home at about 4 am. Continue chatting until 6 am. Hahaha. Then ? My assignment ? Aih. Just leave it first. Do it tomorrow. lol. That's what i kept thinking until the day before due date. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-1977021173850555187?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1977021173850555187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=1977021173850555187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1977021173850555187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1977021173850555187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-to-max.html' title='.tired to the max.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SPMU9zDcCQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S8t4AfqFdOM/s72-c/LyvImage%283002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-6254930955988893276</id><published>2008-10-10T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:47:13.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just too bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was a day with nothing. Seems like nothing special happened yesterday, except for forcing my pity brain to think over than the limit it has. =p. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ssignments, assignments and assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; are waiting for me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While thinking of something to have for dinner, my dearie housemate Ching popped out with a restaurant called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Noodle Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in Subang. She also suggest that we do our assignment there, coz it's a cozy place, full air con and full of food for sure. =p. She warned me for not being addicted to the food there, coz they are delicious ! I was just so0o curious bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reached there, i was just impatiently grab the menu book and looking for what to order. From the display pic in the menu, it looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mie Awai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in Medan. I had a bowl of noodle called fried dumpling noodle whatsoever.. (i forgot). I dunno whether i was too hungry at that time, or it was just delicious ! I finish it kinda slow, just to enjoy the taste. LOL. And after my last piece of dumpling to the mouth.. I was just recalled that i haven't take the pic of it.. So i can't show u guys how it looks like ! Hahaa. But i have a pic of Enrico's beverage, called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I Miss You Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;, and they put it in a very cute bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO9mgwzXIrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ux4UEEMV1Ns/s1600-h/LyvImage%282995%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO9mgwzXIrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ux4UEEMV1Ns/s320/LyvImage%282995%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255532003206832818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I Miss You Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only pic i've got in my phone. As usual, boredom attack came and finally we were taking pics with enrico's photo booth. Watching the "ga penting" video in utube. hahahah. =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Me. i haven't progress even to 10% of my assignments. Gotta go now. =D&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/6485548855399362358-6254930955988893276?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6254930955988893276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=6254930955988893276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/6254930955988893276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/6254930955988893276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-was-day-with-nothing.html' title='I&apos;m just too bored.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO9mgwzXIrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ux4UEEMV1Ns/s72-c/LyvImage%282995%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-1408614468650688524</id><published>2008-10-10T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:26:57.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Your impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you i'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may of failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;Cuz talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When your asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Your impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm dying to this song. Thanks for a friend who recommend me this song. =)&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/6485548855399362358-1408614468650688524?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1408614468650688524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=1408614468650688524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1408614468650688524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1408614468650688524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall For You.'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6485548855399362358.post-1696214162527645564</id><published>2008-10-09T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:48:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first !</title><content type='html'>here is my first blog ! created on 9th October 2008, due to boredom attack and also some temptation from friends. =p since it's just a newborn blog, it's gonna be kinda empty and messy, i can say. just wait for my next update. enjoy ! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6485548855399362358-1696214162527645564?l=idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1696214162527645564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6485548855399362358&amp;postID=1696214162527645564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1696214162527645564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6485548855399362358/posts/default/1696214162527645564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyimperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/first.html' title='first !'/><author><name>Olyvia  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735736900730705759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QkddWnKvmQ/SO94hQP0SWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bgyh3elSvB4/S220/fresco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
