<?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-1140714550270561052</id><updated>2012-01-14T01:56:42.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AD DOG ert Muchamo</title><subtitle type='html'>try n figure dat out.. hehe..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7899524313320172390</id><published>2011-12-20T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:06:44.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tararualibrary.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/fall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://tararualibrary.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/fall.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Title: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Before I Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Author:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt; Lauren Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just finished reading that book about an hour ago and WOW it was great! I absolutely adored the ending! I can really picture this book being made into a movie with narrations and a few flashbacks included, everything is described in such detail that the story just unfolds in your mind as a movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before I Fall&lt;/i&gt; is about a girl called Sam Kingston (kept making me think of USBs) who is in high school and is part of the popular crowd. She has the kind of cliched life where she used to be a dork and at the bottom rung of the social ladder until the school's most popular girl decided to make her her best friend. This little group of 4 included Lindsay (the girl I was just talking about), Ally, Elody and Sam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At first, you would think that they were those typical shallow, materialistic, popular girls who only hung out because they needed their own posse and could stab each others' backs without a second thought. However, as you read on, you would realise that these 4 girls really loved each other and thought of each other as family, doing stupid things together that you can only do with your bestest friends in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Basically, Sam dies at the start of the book. This is so not a spoiler because it's clearly stated in the synopsis on the back cover. So how can the main character die in the first chapter? It's because (like the cover states) &amp;nbsp;she dies and wakes up again on the morning of her death, forced to live through her last day alive again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty soon she realises that she's been given a second chance, a chance to 'get things right'. But not only is there a second chance for Sam, she also has a third and fourth and fifth and sixth and seventh chance! Yes, you read that right, she relives her last day &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; times.Wait I'm sorry, Day 1 was the official day she died, which means she relived her last day &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SIX TIMES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Oh this is just too confusing to explain. In short, she gets seven chances to live her last day right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She spends her first few chances doing stupid things just 'cause she can. But the story gets more and more meaningful as it goes on. By the seventh day, she has changed into a different person and finally knows what she has to do to move on. I'm not telling you what, you go read the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The story is about an average girl who lives a life like many others. It's about how she learns to appreciate the little things in life and about realising how important certain people are to you. It makes you think about your own life and wonder what you would change if you knew this was your last day alive. How would you want to be remembered when you're gone? What memories will you leave behind? What will your last words to your loved ones be? Will you regret the decisions you've made so far and how can you change them? It's about living and sacrifice, learning from your mistakes and most importantly, accepting the repercussions of the choices you've made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I have to say, the last sentence of this book gave me chills. Don't skip to the end, read to the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before I Fall &lt;/i&gt;comes highly recommended. Prepare a box of tissues if you're the emotional type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-7899524313320172390?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/7899524313320172390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/12/title-before-i-fall-author-lauren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7899524313320172390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7899524313320172390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/12/title-before-i-fall-author-lauren.html' title='Just Another Review'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-6416314438907125460</id><published>2011-11-21T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:52:26.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Megawesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HELLO WORLD! I have an announcement to make! MEGAN TEOH IS LIKE THE BESTEST FRIEND EVER!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This morning I had my first ever paper for STPM and right before I got to school, I realised something with a shock - THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME I DIDN'T GET TO CHEERS WITH MEGAN BEFORE A MAJOR EXAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ever since we became friends in Form 2, Megan and I have made it a ritual to cheers each other right before any exams we have and so, for every paper in PMR and SPM, we clinked bottles and cheers-ed (is this a real word?? who cares!)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;However, as we all know, MEGAN IS NOT IN FORM 6 AND IS NOT SITTING FOR STPM!! Hence, I started getting a little disappointed about no cheers-ing and texted Megan. Less than a minute later, I got a reply!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Aww... Come come! Fake cheers. Ok i'm holding my tumbler now. *fake cheers!* gulp. Ahh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;YAYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Haha even from approximately 2km away, Megan can still cheers with me! This is only one of the reasons why she's such a Megawesome friend! She is honestly the most thoughtful and considerate friend anyone could have, with the purest heart imaginable! Even to the point of&amp;nbsp;naivety...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Night before my exam, I signed into Facebook and found a message by Megan with a picture attached. It had a '+' sign and a drawing of a petrol pump with petrol dripping out of it. The title of this picture was -you guessed it- JIA YOU! Hahaha typical Megan. She also wrote that she couldn't send offline files through MSN and knew that Facebook is the second place I frequent the most. HOW WELL YOU KNOW ME, MEGAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, she did another drawing similar to that before my trials too. 'ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR TEST' very nice drawing made with Paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Another thing, Megan is never too busy for you. Need someone to rant to? She's there. Need some advice? She's there. Just wanna share some stupid video or picture? She'd love it. Need someone to accompany you to some dinner/event? Megan's your girl! She's even willing to dress up as a 'German' girl just 'cause you asked her to! (Pretty braids, Megan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok so Megan might be blur at times and need you to explain a joke to her. But nobody's perfect! And she's as close to perfect as any friend can get! Especially for someone like me who talks a lot and needs someone to listen without worrying you're boring her. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah and let's not forget Megan introduced me to Skype's awesome secret emoticons. She's the M to my M and we live in a world of colourful pellets of chocolates!! Sometimes with nuts included!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All in all, I LOVE YOU, MEGAN! (Let's see if you'll see this post *smirk*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/1140714550270561052-6416314438907125460?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/6416314438907125460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/11/m-is-for-megawesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6416314438907125460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6416314438907125460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/11/m-is-for-megawesome.html' title='M is for Megawesome'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7038824372495289933</id><published>2011-10-03T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T04:05:36.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Take Your Order?</title><content type='html'>Somehow, today I was thinking about the days when I used to work in HD and I found that I really really really really miss working there. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the workmates. Missing the workmates isn't too bad because I can walk by and see them anytime or go out with them anyway. It's the things that are unique to work and can't be done anywhere else that I miss. Such as taking people's orders, recommending new items, telling them not to order the fondue, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember once there was this big table sitting at table 11-13 and I went to take their order. They were wondering whether they should order the fondue or something else and asked me 'Do you think we should get the fondue?' I asked if they actually wanted the fruits and biscuits and they were like 'No, we don't really want the biscuits, we just want the chocolate sauce.' so I just told them 'Then don't get the fondue, get the Seventh Heaven or Paradise, depends on how many people wanna share it and you can always order extra chocolate sauce.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said 'That's not a bad idea! I think we'll get both!' and they also ordered some Banana Splits. It just makes me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SO HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; to make people happy. I wonder if that's some sort of syndrome... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's the kids! Not the spoiled annoying ones who demand things, but the cute, shy ones whose faces just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;light up&lt;/span&gt; when the ice cream arrives. I always feel like I'm bringing them a rainbow or something, watching their big smiles and bright eyes. Let's not talk about when that kid puked and I had to clean it up though. Boys are just useless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and let's not forget the cute guys you get to ogle while working. It's just your curse to be ogled if you're hot so live with it. Not long after I started working, there was this table with 4 people: a couple with another guy and his mum. So from what I could tell, the older woman was mother to the 2 guys and the girl was one's of the guy's girlfriend/fiancee/wife. I was running up and down the stairs all night and knowing me, I was sweating already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I was taking this particular table's order, the mum and girlfriend were off to the toilet or something and the 2 guys were ordering. After I recommended some stuff, (Cappuccino Truffle is a must, and also Paradise if you're sharing) I repeated their order and asked 'Anything else?' and the guy with the girlfriend was like 'Yeah my brother here was wondering if he could have your number.' and his brother was like shooting him looks and going 'Har har he's just joking....' and I just said 'Nope, but you can have my shop's number.', feeling secretly flattered. (The brother who asked could've been just trying to put his brother in a bad spot to make him embarrassed but I don't care!) Can't deny the single brother had really nice eyes though, he was kinda cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha this reminds me of how people had to ask me 'What's your name?' because all my name tag said at the time was 'Trainee, Junior Crew' and then after telling them my name, they would go 'How do you spell that?' That was kinda fun somehow. Sometimes I forgot my name wasn't on my name tag and thought to myself 'Can't they read?' Mean yet true. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I miss a lot: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;THE TAIWANESE FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;!! Honestly, they were my favourite regulars. Always speaking with their Taiwanese accent and always so friendly, you just can't&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; like them! I hear they don't come every week now, just some weeks. I remember how they came as a family but didn't talk much, mostly just doing their own thing. Mum would be doing Sudoku or something, Dad would be playing with his iPad, Son would be reading his book (mostly thrillers and crime novels). The son had super long hair that all the girls envied and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wore plain, black T-shirts with jeans and steel-toed boots, thought sometimes he wore loafers. WHAT AN ADORABLE FAMILY! They also brought along their daughter and her family when she was out (I guess from Taiwan??) She has 2 kids, 1 boy and 1 girl, kinda cute and not noisy at all! (I like)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss working... I wonder if it'll be the same if I worked somewhere else. We shall see next year. Not sure if anywhere can live up to HD... but I could be biased. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, my dear, abandoned blog!! (haha no one reads you anyway, except me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1140714550270561052-7038824372495289933?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/7038824372495289933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/10/may-i-take-your-order.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7038824372495289933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7038824372495289933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/10/may-i-take-your-order.html' title='May I Take Your Order?'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-555306110334718112</id><published>2011-04-04T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:54:35.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HALLOOOOO PEOPLE! (read that the way PistolShrimps says 'HALLOOO YOUTUBE!')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise I've abandoned my blog for about a year already and it has been decaying bit by bit in that period of time but GUESS WHAT?! I'm blogging again! At least I'm blogging ONE POST. So.... if I abandon my blog all over again after today you can't blame me! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person you have to thank for inspiring to blog again is Tan Yi Ling. Just 'cause she mentioned I haven't blogged in a long time. XD Today's post is gonna be about my latest updates!! Plus I just wanna see if anyone actually looks at this thing. Megan, still got your RSS feed? Hahah bet not! Now that you no longer use your pc. I think....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK SO WHAT'S NEW?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, I resigned from work. Yeah.... Major change I needa get used to. Today's the first day I am no longer a part of the Haagen-Dazs junior crew and I don't feel the pain yet. But maybe that's 'cause I don't usually work weekdays anyway. :P I even made sure I have a jam-packed weekend all planned out this weekend to distract me from.... stuff.... HOWEVER! I have the best workmates on Earth and they bought me 8 SLICES of Secret Recipe cake as a farewell party for me. THANKS SO MUCH YOU GUYS though I know you guys don't know my blog exists! They made my weekend an extremely happy one. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, someone said something that made me MELTTTTTTT!!! Very sweet sentence that shall not be mentioned here. But that made me happy too! With a great big dopey grin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another awesome thing! My darling, Charlie uploaded another video, looking oh-so-charming with his wavy brown hair and pretty eyes!! Going 'AHHHHHHHHHHHH' all over the place and rubbing his nose with a bowl and making his cute Charlie faces and making brownies that I just might try because my mum said they looked nice. Michael Aranda and some other girl that looks pretty was in it too and Michael is HOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for something that hasn't happened yet but is GOING TO happen! I'm making Oreo Cheesecake tomorrow!!! AND GUESS WHAT?! Just for reading this post, I'm gonna give YOU a slice! That's right, YOU!! Don't look over your shoulder, I'm talking to YOU! So come back in 24 hours and I'll have a slice of Oreo Cheesecake waiting for you! :D NO JOKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this post long enough? Do I need pictures? Oh crap maybe I do... Hang on I'll upload some..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpnG9dOvTAk/TZnyF21lxBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/YQ-sUQONme0/s320/198898_1901719701150_1186416749_32281130_3537961_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766594790736914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Picture I drew in Little Cottage 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCwIvDN0lDo/TZnyGkhSMkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sIww_NO0A_c/s1600/33823_485613913176_690178176_5936069_6547291_n.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCwIvDN0lDo/TZnyGkhSMkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sIww_NO0A_c/s320/33823_485613913176_690178176_5936069_6547291_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766607053599298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haQMblpdphQ/TZnyGr5DlBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/G1URiLnS9pc/s1600/DSC09528.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haQMblpdphQ/TZnyGr5DlBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/G1URiLnS9pc/s320/DSC09528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766609032352786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gotta love free pints.... Mmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7S1eI44NrjA/TZnyFlHudiI/AAAAAAAAAmI/u-B_MXaNKMk/s1600/199119_10150154508454851_781614850_6608073_561771_n.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7S1eI44NrjA/TZnyFlHudiI/AAAAAAAAAmI/u-B_MXaNKMk/s320/199119_10150154508454851_781614850_6608073_561771_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766590034966050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Farewell cake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIiUkXj9zSg/TZnyFaGDpSI/AAAAAAAAAmA/syVM3a8wacg/s1600/154993_10150325941620375_606640374_15914922_5749925_n.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIiUkXj9zSg/TZnyFaGDpSI/AAAAAAAAAmA/syVM3a8wacg/s320/154993_10150325941620375_606640374_15914922_5749925_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766587075175714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My bro forced to take a pic with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpgu-PZfc6g/TZn0YUYH9GI/AAAAAAAAAmw/STzILMQkUHw/s1600/Untitled3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpgu-PZfc6g/TZn0YUYH9GI/AAAAAAAAAmw/STzILMQkUHw/s320/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769110981112930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHqj369Dduc/TZn0YK6GFUI/AAAAAAAAAmo/d12riT7vStM/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHqj369Dduc/TZn0YK6GFUI/AAAAAAAAAmo/d12riT7vStM/s320/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769108439242050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jG-Hn5qL-q8/TZn0YavmpzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/YXg-qGYbuLA/s320/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769112690206514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIKa0kJzFJU/TZn0YuAkYOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/VJkDGclW0p4/s320/Untitled5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769117861634274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQEPH7nNwo0/TZn0Yx4cj4I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Yl1FYFk9B8M/s320/Untitled6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769118901309314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPxZaKKb3A0/TZn2dO9ir7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vvE7-KK289o/s320/Untitled7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771394450042802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKvrW5n0vY4/TZn2dQ_hOOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1M3hPF9_V6w/s320/Untitled8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771394995206370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Charlie &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3orruxanVcg/TZn2dibiNxI/AAAAAAAAAng/EScz0tCuEE0/s320/Untitled9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771399676114706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBiD9B3KFFE/TZn2dv6IRdI/AAAAAAAAAno/l9Ca5kcCmHg/s320/Untitled10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771403294098898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BROWNIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1140714550270561052-555306110334718112?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/555306110334718112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-world-im-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/555306110334718112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/555306110334718112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-world-im-back.html' title='HELLO WORLD I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpnG9dOvTAk/TZnyF21lxBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/YQ-sUQONme0/s72-c/198898_1901719701150_1186416749_32281130_3537961_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7552189136480074263</id><published>2010-04-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T05:31:17.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S8HBE73OaAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_Qdqw0999vw/s1600/Cameron+Highlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S8HBE73OaAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_Qdqw0999vw/s400/Cameron+Highlands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-7552189136480074263?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/7552189136480074263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/04/cameron-highlands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7552189136480074263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7552189136480074263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/04/cameron-highlands.html' title='Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S8HBE73OaAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_Qdqw0999vw/s72-c/Cameron+Highlands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1778647997157094545</id><published>2010-02-02T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:12:03.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chris made Chinese New Year cards! Nice or what?! To purchase one, please call Christina at 01x-xxxxxxx. The price for one card is RM1000 and please pay by cash. Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S2fzVH-ADGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/U94xR1_NAPs/s1600-h/DSC03243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S2fzVH-ADGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/U94xR1_NAPs/s320/DSC03243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579019687693410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S2fzUxUwlwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/glKEijiAvJQ/s1600-h/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S2fzUxUwlwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/glKEijiAvJQ/s320/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579013609133826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S2fzUXtpk5I/AAAAAAAAAks/8Xjk_j_ljX0/s1600-h/DSC03241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S2FgYudjCfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_3PMVDtN8xY/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431728603490617842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-8187840228027947637?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/8187840228027947637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8187840228027947637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8187840228027947637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_28.html' title='Chris&apos;s Art from 3 years Ago'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S2FgYudjCfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_3PMVDtN8xY/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3671053588650568973</id><published>2010-01-25T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:16:12.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIMPLE COOKIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everybody seems to be getting&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; pimples&lt;/span&gt; lately. Is it the heat? Is it the late nights? Is it stress? Who knows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, I was complaining to a friend of mine about them, and the things that so-called friend were saying made me think of&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Pimple Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are pimple cookies, you ask? Well they are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; cookies made with strawberries in them&lt;/span&gt; so it looks like the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;cookies have pimples&lt;/span&gt;! Brilliant idea or what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went on Google and found a recipe for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Strawberry Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt; (aka &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Pimple Cookies&lt;/span&gt;) and decided to try them out! They looked hideous but I thought maybe they would turn out nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(By the way, Chris was absolutely disgusted by the idea and Megan liked it. Typical...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally bought my strawberries on Saturday and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;made the cookies on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;didn't look pimpley enough&lt;/span&gt; to me. Yeah, it was reddish but I didn't have enough strawberries so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, they tasted &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! The recipe did not tell me they were&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; soft cookies&lt;/span&gt; but they came out soft, even after adding a few more minutes to the cooking time. And you could barely taste the strawberries in them! The only thing that gave it some&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; taste &lt;/span&gt;was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;chocolate chips.&lt;/span&gt; Though my brother and mum seemed to like it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, maybe they're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;not &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.... I just don't like them. Never ever making them again! They tasted like&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; kuih bulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; with chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;. Just imagine that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here're some pictures I took of them. Tell me if you think they actually look pimpley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZUWIwt7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/DlocYnuQyZ8/s1600-h/DSC07161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZUWIwt7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/DlocYnuQyZ8/s320/DSC07161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946775474157490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZT3tcYXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/O5NeeSNnxak/s1600-h/DSC07162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZT3tcYXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/O5NeeSNnxak/s320/DSC07162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946767306514802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZTaXK24I/AAAAAAAAAkE/nmGBInxb0xk/s1600-h/DSC07163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZTaXK24I/AAAAAAAAAkE/nmGBInxb0xk/s320/DSC07163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946759428463490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also made &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Afghan biscuits&lt;/span&gt; today. And&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; chocolate chip cookies&lt;/span&gt;... But I didn't take any pictures of those yet. Here're what my Afghan biscuits look like. Mmmmmm... Yummy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZS7WUnRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/bVDPJGTomrM/s1600-h/DSC07165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZS7WUnRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/bVDPJGTomrM/s320/DSC07165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946751103409426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZSXMP38I/AAAAAAAAAj0/9FaY5PwzFVs/s1600-h/DSC07166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZSXMP38I/AAAAAAAAAj0/9FaY5PwzFVs/s320/DSC07166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946741397479362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post was dedicated to my art. Get it? HAHAHHAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-3671053588650568973?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3671053588650568973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/01/pimple-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3671053588650568973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3671053588650568973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/01/pimple-cookies.html' title='PIMPLE COOKIES!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S16ZUWIwt7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/DlocYnuQyZ8/s72-c/DSC07161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-8012667853009179514</id><published>2010-01-18T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:38:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mummy's Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My brother and I woke up at 7am to make my mum &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;breakfast in bed&lt;/span&gt;. I know, we're like the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;best kids on earth&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother was smart enough to plan what to make. However, he forgot that sausages need time to defrost after taking them out of the freezer and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;that's where I come in&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I also made the toast and even put the butter on them... Awesome or what? Sometimes i amaze myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFW5aUjBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/g9YhxUKCc5c/s1600-h/DSC07130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFW5aUjBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/g9YhxUKCc5c/s320/DSC07130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039710558948370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah and my mum said we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;didn't put any flowers on the tray&lt;/span&gt; but who thinks of stuff like that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I also made her a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;super cute card&lt;/span&gt; which was 100% my idea n made by &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;! My art has obviously improved a lot.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; *smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFWat6p8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/dlsPBBQV1JY/s1600-h/DSC07127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFWat6p8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/dlsPBBQV1JY/s320/DSC07127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039702319638466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFVwz1RPI/AAAAAAAAAjc/to0gO0_k7yQ/s1600-h/DSC07128.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFVwz1RPI/AAAAAAAAAjc/to0gO0_k7yQ/s320/DSC07128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039691070162162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro's card looked like something&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; made by a 5 year-old&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;i&gt;he's&lt;/i&gt; supposed to be the artistic one! *snorts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFVE6fLHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/x2LhFHTWJqw/s1600-h/DSC07131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFVE6fLHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/x2LhFHTWJqw/s320/DSC07131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039679286914162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDG38a0MI/AAAAAAAAAjM/p5ad_xq1fwY/s1600-h/DSC07132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDG38a0MI/AAAAAAAAAjM/p5ad_xq1fwY/s320/DSC07132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037236263932098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at night, we went to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Hard Rock Cafe &lt;/span&gt;where my dad bought my mum her birthday present - dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDGpqCuwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z88qqtJcup4/s1600-h/DSC07141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDGpqCuwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z88qqtJcup4/s320/DSC07141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037232428759810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum looking happy 'cause she knows she has an amazing daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDGIXTrRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vABTNBYGRRQ/s1600-h/DSC07142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDGIXTrRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vABTNBYGRRQ/s320/DSC07142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037223491808530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ordered &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;NACHOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;So good&lt;/span&gt;........ They were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO BIG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDFo_3GzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/woxEhr3fpqU/s1600-h/DSC07144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDFo_3GzI/AAAAAAAAAi0/woxEhr3fpqU/s320/DSC07144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037215071968050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro looking like all his Christmases have come in one go, 'cause he's got cake in front of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDFPgMa6I/AAAAAAAAAis/aInDj3MMh6U/s1600-h/DSC07148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RDFPgMa6I/AAAAAAAAAis/aInDj3MMh6U/s320/DSC07148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037208228260770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The band came on at 10.30pm and I really liked them! The lead guitarist was&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; REALLY GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and he could even play the intro for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;/span&gt; with his &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;guitar behind his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! Cool or what?! The girl singer was my dad's favourite. I liked her too. She sang nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;The Hybrid Band &lt;/span&gt;and 2 of the band members were Thai while the rest were Filipino. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;bassist&lt;/span&gt; is, by far, the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; cutest member&lt;/span&gt;! He looks like a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; fisherman&lt;/span&gt;! Just look at him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_erahJPI/AAAAAAAAAik/-JAtuYkZvP8/s1600-h/DSC07150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_erahJPI/AAAAAAAAAik/-JAtuYkZvP8/s320/DSC07150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033247170864370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute right??????? He and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;drummer &lt;/span&gt;are Thai. The drummer was cute too. You should see him when he's playing. Hahahaha......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The picture below is of the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; lead guitaris&lt;/span&gt;t who is just oh-so-cool. Thought I hate his hair. It was long and straightened! But I guess &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;rock stars need long hair&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_eCr1VgI/AAAAAAAAAic/hvm4PsbWCVc/s1600-h/DSC07152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_eCr1VgI/AAAAAAAAAic/hvm4PsbWCVc/s320/DSC07152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033236237637122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are more pictures of them. The whole band. Try and catch them at Hard Rock Cafe soon, 'cause I think they're leaving next week........ I'm not sure.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_dvPVObI/AAAAAAAAAiU/LL7aeS-EnDk/s1600-h/DSC07153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_dvPVObI/AAAAAAAAAiU/LL7aeS-EnDk/s320/DSC07153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033231017818546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_dLFs0HI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hvznMYnup8E/s1600-h/DSC07154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_dLFs0HI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hvznMYnup8E/s320/DSC07154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033221313745010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_cgHOJEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/SDGAROQjqDw/s1600-h/DSC07155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1Q_cgHOJEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/SDGAROQjqDw/s320/DSC07155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033209777398850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-8012667853009179514?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/8012667853009179514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8012667853009179514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8012667853009179514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='My Mummy&apos;s Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/S1RFW5aUjBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/g9YhxUKCc5c/s72-c/DSC07130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-9186939995661911278</id><published>2009-12-02T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:23:26.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just read this new book from the library. It's called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shadow Kiss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it's the 3rd book in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Vampire Academy series. &lt;/span&gt;The library didn't have the first and second book...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started reading it and I was absolutely hooked. I finished it in about 7 hours and was left wanting more! I was even in tears towards the ending!!! That's how good it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heroin of the story is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt; and the hero, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Dimitri Belikov&lt;/span&gt;. Let me just say this is why I prefer books to movies - you can use your imagination to create any guy that you think'll match the character, and you can change characteristics you don't like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimitri is supposed to have long hair in the book but I don't like guys with long hair so I imagine him with short hair. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Think&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Steven Strait &lt;/span&gt;with long/short hair. He looks good in either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk1C_oczI/AAAAAAAAAhs/gemgi4xA1Jg/s320/steven-strait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904339808547634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk9eq-wqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TJrg1N3ZWh4/s320/Steven+Strait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904484677075618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Dimitri is Rose's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; mentor and soon-to-be partner&lt;/span&gt;. Both of them are in charge of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;guarding Lissa&lt;/span&gt; after she graduates. They know that they aren't supposed to love each other and try to fight it but their efforts are futile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a quote from one of the books, I got it from this blog: &lt;a href="http://yavampirebooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yavampirebooks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forbidden love is always the sweetest. They make you wanna go, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;"Just kiss her already!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually this book reminds me a little of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. I've noticed that a lot of vampire books have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;love triangles&lt;/span&gt; in them. Probably makes things more interesting... Though it gets boring after awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what the book's about: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They come first. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is what Dhampir, Rosemarie Hathaway was taught since young. Dhampirs (half vampire, half human) are bred as guardians to Moroi (mortal vampires who can use magic). Dhampirs protect Moroi from Strigoi (dead vampires who are made, not born, they're evil). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is in her last year at St Vladimir's Academy and she already knows her assignment for when she graduates. She was chosen to guard her best friend and Moroi royal, Lissa Dragomir, who is the last of her line. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lissa has a rare affinity for spirit instead of the usual 4 elements: fire, water, air and earth. Her power of spirit allows her to heal people but she went one step further with Rose and brought her back from the dead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever since, Rose has had a bond with Lissa that allows her to feel everything that Lissa is going through, even though Lissa can't feel anything from Rose. This phenomenon is said to be called 'Shadow Kiss' and Rose is able to act as Lissa's shadow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All her life, Rose has been dedicated to protecting Lissa and doing what's best for her. She never thought she'd have to choose between the man she loves, Dimitri Belikov and Lissa. To her, the choice was always clear. They come first. No matter what, Lissa always came first. That was the way it'd always been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what does she do when tragedy strikes and Dimitri needs her? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, everyone. This book is really really really worth reading. Chris, ok, read the first book first. Probably better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. Check out that blog link for more vampire books. She's awesome. She really seems to know all the vampire books and she updates her blog regularly unlike someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk0tQdB7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/HNpfKOq4hHs/s1600-h/Vampire+Academy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk0tQdB7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/HNpfKOq4hHs/s320/Vampire+Academy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904333973522354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book 1: Vampire Academy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk0XeEpeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DhEDHOGjlPw/s1600-h/Frost+Bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk0XeEpeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DhEDHOGjlPw/s320/Frost+Bite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904328125064674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book 2: Frostbite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk0Mv2AOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/aLrz1u4oXnU/s1600-h/ShadowKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk0Mv2AOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/aLrz1u4oXnU/s320/ShadowKiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904325246812386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book 3: Shadow Kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxdkzpyRh7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/YLhEKVkG53k/s1600-h/Blood+Promise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxdkzpyRh7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/YLhEKVkG53k/s320/Blood+Promise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904315861764018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book 4: Blood Promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdl1KvKUhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hIb0Y2CoZgo/s320/Spirit+Bound%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410905441398575634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Book 5: Spirit Bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Blood Promise &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Spirit Bound&lt;/span&gt;! Chris, Sick, Megan, my birthday present?? Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh ya and I was wondering what Dimitri's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Russian accent&lt;/span&gt; sounded like. I found this video. When she's repeating her sentence and says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;she's from Moscow&lt;/span&gt;, she's speaking with a Russian accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UgpfSp2t6k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UgpfSp2t6k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it. My only consolation is the book said his accent only has a&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of Russian in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-9186939995661911278?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/9186939995661911278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/12/vampire-academy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/9186939995661911278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/9186939995661911278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/12/vampire-academy.html' title='The Vampire Academy'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sxdk1C_oczI/AAAAAAAAAhs/gemgi4xA1Jg/s72-c/steven-strait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3615074496137253936</id><published>2009-12-02T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:51:40.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJCMT Collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxXjql_uh0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/0ywKPEYXU4Q/s1600-h/Ty%27s+Reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxXjql_uh0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/0ywKPEYXU4Q/s400/Ty%27s+Reunion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was playing around with Picasa and this is what I came up with. Hope you guys like it!!! (Click on it to make it bigger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ty, its sorta like a welcome home present to you. A bunch of pictures from when you came back in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tell me what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: Chris you were right! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Picasa is awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/1140714550270561052-3615074496137253936?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3615074496137253936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/12/mjcmt-collage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3615074496137253936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3615074496137253936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/12/mjcmt-collage.html' title='MJCMT Collage'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxXjql_uh0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/0ywKPEYXU4Q/s72-c/Ty%27s+Reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-96672907168958820</id><published>2009-11-30T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:57:51.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotness Intensified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have no idea whether my title is grammatically correct but that is how I feel about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;wolf pack in New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Moon would be completely not worth watching if it weren't for the wolf pack. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Alex Meraz&lt;/span&gt; who plays&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Paul&lt;/span&gt; (the wolf who got pissed and Jake had to beat him up), is the hottest werewolf there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There was this scene in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Emily's house&lt;/span&gt; where they were all waiting for Paul and Jake to come back and when Paul came in, he&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; sat down&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;looked over his shoulder at Bella&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;grinned a bad boy grin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;'Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WHOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My heart just went "THUMP!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;SOOOOO HOTTTTT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That concludes what I like about the movie. Here are some pictures to ogle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLv3PNx_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OzG5Vr0of9o/s1600/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack-lads-alex-meraz-taylor-lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLv3PNx_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OzG5Vr0of9o/s320/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack-lads-alex-meraz-taylor-lautner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173075520866290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLvQtsIPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xUWOE-yT5q0/s1600/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLvQtsIPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xUWOE-yT5q0/s320/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173065179701490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLu6ycKVI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TDLe-wR8jIE/s1600/alex-meraz-new-moon-twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLu6ycKVI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TDLe-wR8jIE/s320/alex-meraz-new-moon-twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173059294046546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex Meraz *swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLuqprO9I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-dzPczIWw3A/s1600/3793095318_e16377b6e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLuqprO9I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-dzPczIWw3A/s320/3793095318_e16377b6e7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173054962318290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-96672907168958820?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/96672907168958820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/11/hotness-intensified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/96672907168958820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/96672907168958820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/11/hotness-intensified.html' title='Hotness Intensified'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SxTLv3PNx_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/OzG5Vr0of9o/s72-c/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack-lads-alex-meraz-taylor-lautner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3037502767718326758</id><published>2009-11-20T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:37:21.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Script for The Script</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;relaxing &lt;/span&gt;while watching my mum bake a cake. I listened to my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; iPod&lt;/span&gt;. I heard a lot of my nice songs. Then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;The Script&lt;/span&gt; came on. I am a new fan of The Script.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; I love their songs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;making up a story using their lyrics&lt;/span&gt; and I came up with this: (before reading, please know that "I" is a little boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;I love listening to the script so much that I incorporate their lyrics into my daily life. However, I always seem to get in trouble when I start saying them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;First my dad told me to take out the trash after dinner. But my favourite show was on so I said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;"I'm not moooovinggggg....... Yeah......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;I kena whack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Then, the next day in school, I finally got the guts to tell the girl I like,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; "I'm yours...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;The thing I didn't know was that she had just asked for someone to do her homework for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;After school, I went to church and the pastor asked me if I had finished reading the Bible. I decided to reply with, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;"Now I'm looking throught the Bible, trying to find a loophole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;The pastor thought I was trying to find a way to sin and gave me a long lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;When I was walking out of the church later on, I saw another little boy crying at the side of the road and went up to him to say, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;"Together we cry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;He punched me and continued to beat me up until I cried out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I'm falling to pieeeeeeeecessssss!!!!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;When I got home, my mum told me we were going to her friend's party and I objected with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'don't care, 'cause  I won't know, anybody there."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;She whacked me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;In the end, I sat alone in my room going,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; "It's the end where I begin...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my mum saw it, she asked me why "I" keeps getting hit. I said it just fit the lyrics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan liked it. If you like it, leave a comment. Here's a picture of The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Scri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;pt&lt;/span&gt; to keep your eyes busy while you think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Swan9ntOmmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YuCZjM5trmc/s320/ebba_the_script.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The members are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-type: square; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-image: url(http://en.wikipedia.org/skins-1.5/monobook/bullet.gif); "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Danny O'Donoghue&lt;/span&gt; - lead vocals, keyboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Mark Sheeha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; - lead guitar, backing vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Glen Power&lt;/span&gt; - drums, backing vocals (rhythm guitar on recordings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Source: Wikipedia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Script"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1140714550270561052-3037502767718326758?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3037502767718326758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-script-for-script.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3037502767718326758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3037502767718326758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-script-for-script.html' title='My Script for The Script'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Swan9ntOmmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YuCZjM5trmc/s72-c/ebba_the_script.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1452957811171434049</id><published>2009-11-01T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:38:13.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story That Led Me Here</title><content type='html'>I know I'm 1 week late but better late than never right? So today I'm gonna blog about my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;graduation day and everything related. &lt;/span&gt;Sit yourself down for a long post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so when I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; 1 of the 8 &lt;/span&gt;(that sounds so cool, like the Power Of Five) chosen as the 2009 graduation dinner committee, I felt kind of sad that none of my best friends were chosen (ie: Chris) but now, looking back, I realise that might be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;good thing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had a close friend with me on the committee, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;wouldn't have bothered &lt;/span&gt;with anyone else and wouldn't have communicated much with the rest of the committee. I can see this is what happened in YE last year. Megan and Chris were in YE with me and what happened? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;We stuck to ourselves&lt;/span&gt; and didn't mix much with the other people 'cause we knew we already had our own little posse. We didn't need anyone else as long as we had each other. This might be bad sometimes 'cause you become antisocial and don't really connect with your other colleagues (did I spell it right?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I was stuck with 7 other people I didn't really know very well for a year. The worst thing was that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Chaw Yeh was our chairlady &lt;/span&gt;and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;didn't really like Chaw Yeh&lt;/span&gt; last year. (Don't worry Chaw Yeh I like you now!!) I don't really remember why but I think it was partly 'cause she was the mean-looking AMD and I didn't know her. Also because she said something to Megan and Chris about 'not contributing' or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was thinking to myself "What? Chaw Yeh's chairlady? How am I gonna work with her for an entire YEAR?! With no friends near me!" I wasn't happy. Then besides &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Chaw Yeh &lt;/span&gt;there were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Kasvini&lt;/span&gt; (I liked her), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Hsieh Zhen&lt;/span&gt; (never really mixed with her that much... But she seemed nice) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Shi Han &lt;/span&gt;(I knew her and liked her so I was ok with her), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Ee Lynn&lt;/span&gt; (didn't know her), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Siew Chii&lt;/span&gt; (sort of knew her) and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Karen &lt;/span&gt;(who the heck is that?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the start of the year, I stuck to Kasvini and Shi Han 'cause I didn't know the others well. I got to know Yee Lynn and Siew Chii 'cause we were the ones who ran around telling classes to hurry up. I still didn't talk to Chaw Yeh, Hsieh Zhen and Karen but I was starting to see they weren't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The as the year wore on, I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; forced to mix with every single person on the committee&lt;/span&gt; 'cause we had to practice our dance, think of a theme, plan this, plan that....... I realised it was actually kinda fun being on the committee. I really didn't know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Chaw Yeh could be so sampat&lt;/span&gt; and that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Hsieh Zhen&lt;/span&gt;'s quiet and serious exterior was hiding a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;psycho girl &lt;/span&gt;who laughs at everything. (Still didn't mix much with Karen so I'm not gonna talk about her. I'm still not close to her anyway.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hor, by the time we were skipping class everyday to hang out and do stuff (can do stuff and have fun at the same time so don't accuse us of slacking), I was looking forward to seeing our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;mismatched and dysfunctional committee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't all fun and roses though, we had our ups and downs. There were times when I'd feel like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;punching someone&lt;/span&gt; and there were times when I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;didn't wanna leave&lt;/span&gt; their good company. All of us had strong personalities and of course there was the clashing of horns but that's normal in any committee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised how we all changed in a year. Well I don't know about them but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;I changed&lt;/span&gt; (I think). I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;grew up&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;hanging around kids&lt;/span&gt; and found out that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;stress can do funny things to people&lt;/span&gt;. I learned that you can't get along with everyone, you can't please everyone and how even little things can change a person's view of you.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; (Damn I sound wise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Chaw Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, I like you now. Like your whole family la. *winks* It was nice to realise you're not mean and that you can act so stupid when you're around stupid people. You're good at taking charge and making sure people get things done. You're not afraid of telling people off and that's a good thing. I like the way you say&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; 谁&lt;/span&gt;.     这是&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;谁&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;的? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHEIIII!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Kasvini&lt;/span&gt;, please learn to be more punctual. (I don't think you read my blog. Hehe!) Take it easy. Don't stress so much over little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Hsieh Zhen&lt;/span&gt;, who knew you could act so 幼稚. You very funny la. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Big, big house &lt;/span&gt;with only&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; round things.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA!!!! You give your opinion on everything and usually you're right (only on the artsy stuff). You act &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Shi Han&lt;/span&gt;, I like the way you're so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; direct&lt;/span&gt; and don't beat about the bush. You have good taste in music and you're good at computer stuff. I already knew I liked you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Yee Lynn&lt;/span&gt;, you've got a lot of contacts and it seems like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; you know everyone.&lt;/span&gt; You don't like complimenting Shi Han and you also act like a kid a lot. (Hey most of us do so you fit right in) You know your drama stuff and that helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Siew Chii&lt;/span&gt;, (I just realised I have never seen Siew Chii online before. Does she even have a computer?) I like the way you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; do your eyes &lt;/span&gt;at people. A bit like juling but funnier. You're a bit blur sometimes. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;, no comment. I don't know you well enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank all of you guys for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; dealing with each other &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;not causing each other serious harm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all, I wanna thank those&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; people who came to the auditorium last year to choose your committee&lt;/span&gt;. You guys chose well. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;We rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If you say you loved this year's grad night, it's thanks to you guys too. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Without you, we'd be nothing. &lt;/span&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Chris and Megan&lt;/span&gt;, your ears have been very patient. You've endured me a lot. All the time. Not just about the grad night. You see I told you I could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;keep secrets&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special thanks to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;technician's daughter&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;engineer's daughter&lt;/span&gt; plus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Hsieh Zhen&lt;/span&gt;. Without you guys, I'd be a sobbing mess. You saved us all. And Chaw Yeh, I know you're happy I gave you work to do. I did you a favour by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;tripping over that wire.&lt;/span&gt; And don't you dare ever forget about the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; lam mee thing&lt;/span&gt;! Hsieh Zhen, you're the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; best plastic surgeon&lt;/span&gt; I know. You did wonders with our broken backdrop. I loved being the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;'backdrop mia people'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who else to thank? Err.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;My mum&lt;/span&gt;? For err.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;being my unloading bin&lt;/span&gt;. All the secrets I kept from Megan and Chris went to her. Thanks for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;telling me what you think about everything&lt;/span&gt;! It helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Pn Chan&lt;/span&gt; probably never gonna see this but I wanna thank her too. She gave &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;valuable advice&lt;/span&gt; and allowed us to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; skip class&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chaw Yeh help me thank &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;your dad&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;fixing the thing &lt;/span&gt;at the last minute! I was panicking at the side until he came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Zhao Min&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks for your&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;thank myself &lt;/span&gt;too, for doing such&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; awesome make up&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday night. I'll give myself a pat on the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's it. I hope &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;next year's committee knows they're got their work cut out for them&lt;/span&gt;. *smirks* Haiyah they all drama people sure can la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1140714550270561052-1452957811171434049?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/1452957811171434049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-that-led-me-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1452957811171434049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1452957811171434049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-that-led-me-here.html' title='The Story That Led Me Here'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7808186377281292683</id><published>2009-10-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:33:01.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What An Eye Sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While everybody blogs about&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; graduation &lt;/span&gt;and stuff, I'll be blogging about my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;hospital stay&lt;/span&gt;. I was gonna blog about my graduation too but I guess that'll have to wait 'cause this is more exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Sunday, the day after our graduation, I had a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;cold and a sore throat&lt;/span&gt;. Probably 'cause I didn't drink much water the day before and was screaming my friends' names all night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was ok, but then my mum bought some medication for my sore throat from a pharmacy and that night, and it got worse. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;WAY WORSE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half an hour after I ate the medicine, my eyes started to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;swell up&lt;/span&gt; and it looked like I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;mosquito bites&lt;/span&gt; above and under the eyes. This happens sometimes (I don't know why) so my mum and I thought it was normal and waited for the mosquito bite things to go down. But it just got&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; worse and worse and worse&lt;/span&gt; until I could barely open my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole time it was swelling up, I was on the internet &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;getting tagged on Facebook, talking with Chris and checking my mail&lt;/span&gt; but after it got really bad, I didn't have the mood anymore so I told Chris I was going to the hospital and logged off everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my dad started asking where I was going and everything so I said hospital but he's like 'All the people in the hospital at night are trainees and you shouldn't trust them' so I got fed up and asked 'So what do you want me to do then?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he told my mum to call his doctor friend and ask him what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was about 10.30pm and my dad's friend (let's call him Doc) told me to go to his house so he could take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;slitty eyes &lt;/span&gt;and when he saw me he was like '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Oh this is serious&lt;/span&gt;.' then checked my blood pressure and everything. Then he said I had to get an injection but he didn't have 1 at home so I had to go to the hospital and probably stay overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took my IC, insurance card (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have insurance!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and overnight bag and went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;A&amp;amp;E&lt;/span&gt; room in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Lam Wah Ee&lt;/span&gt; Hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Doc, I got treated first and I kind of felt bad 'cause there were a lot of people waiting but my mum told me I looked the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then while my mum went to register, I lay on this bed in this room waiting for the nurse to do whatever to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while a nurse came, asked some stuff, yadda yadda yadda.... Then she stuck that thing in me, you know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;that thing&lt;/span&gt; where they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;only needa poke you once and they can give you as many injections as they like&lt;/span&gt;. So I was kinda surprised that she could find my vein on the first try 'cause my mum told me its very hard to poke a fat person's vein 'cause there's too much fat in the way. Anyway she managed to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she told me 'We're putting water in ok?' and she injected the water. Then she said 'We're gonna put the hydro-dunno-wat in now ok?' then she injected hydro-dunno-wat in me. Then at last she put in more water and I was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;This is where the fun starts. &lt;/span&gt;I got wheeled in a gurney all the way up to my room which was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;single room&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;new wing&lt;/span&gt;. (Bliss!) And the whole way up I had to try not to smile 'cause I was getting &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;WHEELED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! On a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;GURNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! And only 1 dude was pushing me so must've been hard on him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got to my room where they took my blood pressure and emasured my heart rate and everything all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after everybody left, my dad turned on the TV to watch football. And my mum said they had &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;CARTOON NETWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to SMS Chris and tell her what went on 'cause she might've worried but my dad was like 'Don't tell anyone ur staying in the hospital until you get out or they'll be bothering you all night and calling you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right at that moment, Chris called me but I quickly rejected her. She called again while I was SMS-ing her not to call me again and I rejected her again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my dad finally left to go home, I pleaded with my mum who was staying the night with me to let me call Chris and it would only take a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, knowing my mum, she said ok and I called Chris and told her everything that went on and she was worried and everything then called me a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;drama queen&lt;/span&gt; for acting normal one second and telling her I'm going to the hospital the next. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I went to 'sleep' but I couldn't sleep so I just lay there and sort of slept and at 5.00am nurses came in to check my heart rate and whatever again and at 7.00am the cleaning service turned on all the lights and started cleaning the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... I got up and turned on&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Cartoon Network&lt;/span&gt; and watched stupid cartoons. Who even watches the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Pink Panther and that stupid crane &lt;/span&gt;thing anymore? The pictures look so old, do little kids still like watching them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then that stupid Tom &amp;amp; Jerry came on. I seriously do not know why T &amp;amp; T like watching that show so much, it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;so lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally turned it off and went to sleep but later on when I turned it on again, there was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Powerpuff Girls&lt;/span&gt;!!! I only got to watch the ending of the japanese version and then the original version came on. By this time, my bro was there 'cause my dad insisted he come to see my beautiful room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I took some pictures of the TV and the shows and even got a video so enjoy! I know I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not putting up any pictures of me 'cause I looked horrible and I do not want those pictures on the WWW. I'm only gonna show them to friends in real life. 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It was the first time I wore them out in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;the real world&lt;/span&gt; so I was really excited! When I came home, My shoes didn't even have a scratch on them! I was so proud of how I managed to keep them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;shiny and new&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday, I went out with the Rangers and wore my new shoes again. (because I was wearing the same outfit. Don't worry I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; didn't sweat!&lt;/span&gt;) And after I got home, I found out that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; my foot was hurt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; skin came off at the back of the heel&lt;/span&gt; but it didn't really look gross. Just a little red...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt;! When my pajama pants brushed past it, it hurt. When I bathed, it hurt. When I accidentally poked it, it hurt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, when I went to Queensbay, I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;SO HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when I found this shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/StxTUeq9MQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XgP8CUutUcc/s320/DSC06170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It completely describes how I feel! 'Cause when I went to the Ranger dinner thing, Sue Yin told me I look like I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;22 or 23 years old&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAHAHHAHAHHAH!!!!! I look &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;SOOOOO mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially since Shi Han looked like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;little kid twisting her fork and knife&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was what I was wearing on that night. I know la.. My eyes look so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;tiny next to Wan Ching and Shu Yon&lt;/span&gt;.... Well it shows that I was smiling broadly and happily ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/StxTVDT61-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pKNpIkB240g/s1600-h/DSC06148.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/StxTVDT61-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pKNpIkB240g/s320/DSC06148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394278074814224354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if you're curious about how my foot looks today, here's a photo. The yellow thing is not pus la, its flavin. It's supposed to help the wound heal. This is the first time I ever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;hurt myself for vanity's sake&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I'll NEVER DO IT AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'd rather look ugly than get THIS! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/StxTS5rDZyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bFy7TW5smUY/s320/DSC06173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ya its bad. It just got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;redder and redder&lt;/span&gt; since Sunday... Oh well! Lesson learnt. *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya and I also bought this shirt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/StxTTvHBYHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RkHndGwktgg/s1600-h/DSC06169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/StxTTvHBYHI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RkHndGwktgg/s320/DSC06169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394278052211548274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum actually said she might borrow it sometimes. HAHAHAHAHA! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Oooh you're a BAD GIRL aren't you...... &lt;/span&gt;Wait. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget I said that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough for now. Bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps I would like to thank my charming, genius friend for reminding me '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;it was your own stupid fault for wearing your new shoes.&lt;/span&gt;' Thanks a lot.&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/1140714550270561052-454115760932235398?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/454115760932235398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-shoes-new-shirt-new-bruise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/454115760932235398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/454115760932235398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-shoes-new-shirt-new-bruise.html' title='New Shoes, New Shirt, New Bruise'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/StxTUeq9MQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XgP8CUutUcc/s72-c/DSC06170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-8595189993382060482</id><published>2009-10-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:36:27.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined For An Early Grave</title><content type='html'>I just saw that there is a trailer for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destined For An Early Grave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 4th book in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Jeanine Frost&lt;/span&gt;'s Night Huntress series.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.jeanienefrost.com/"&gt;http://www.jeanienefrost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would get a good look at Bones but there's so little of him!!!!! *pouts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well at least I get to read the 1st chapter!!! Hehehe!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-8595189993382060482?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/8595189993382060482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/10/destined-for-early-grave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8595189993382060482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8595189993382060482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/10/destined-for-early-grave.html' title='Destined For An Early Grave'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3163490995634374994</id><published>2009-10-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:04:39.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam's Over, Results're Out!!!</title><content type='html'>Hohohoho!!!!! Exam finished yesterday. Got these results today: English, Chinese, Add Maths, Accounts, Maths.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess which one I'm the proudest of??? Come on! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHINESE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its only paper 1 results, which is the essay part, but I did &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;GOOOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!!! I even beat the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Chinese Genius Chun Han&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha!!!! And when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Shen Chaei&lt;/span&gt; turned around to see my marks, she shouted, '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;I only beat you by 2 marks ah????&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I was shocked too! I mean I'd never gotten &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;B- for directed writing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;C+ for continuous writing&lt;/span&gt; before!!! I'm so proud!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I just realised I didn't actually say how much I got yet. I got *drumroll*........&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; 65.5&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good right? Now I only need to get 35 for comprehension and I'll pass!!! Woohoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-3163490995634374994?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3163490995634374994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-over-resultsre-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3163490995634374994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3163490995634374994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-over-resultsre-out.html' title='Exam&apos;s Over, Results&apos;re Out!!!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4053554793253689209</id><published>2009-09-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:23:59.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan, let's try again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FR2D77AFYQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FR2D77AFYQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't as good as the first 1 because in the first 1, there was also the scene where Beyonce won the Best Video Of The Year award and when she went on stage to give her speech, she said she won her first award when she was 17 and it was 1 of the most exciting moments of her life, so she welcomed Taylor Swift to come on stage to finish her speech and have her moment in the spotlight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also a scene where Kanye was on the Jay Leno show and Jay was asking him how his mum would feel if she saw this and Kanye cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video only shows when he took the mic away from her. But I think that's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-4053554793253689209?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4053554793253689209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/09/megan-lets-try-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4053554793253689209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4053554793253689209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/09/megan-lets-try-again.html' title='Megan, let&apos;s try again....'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4501052546211686765</id><published>2009-09-18T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:13:57.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan!! This is for you!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n-MIxAFSOc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n-MIxAFSOc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha...... First thing I saw was Taylor Lautner!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Taylor Swift must've felt so humiliated... She just stood there on the stage, not knowing what to do next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyonce was really nice about the whole thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-4501052546211686765?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4501052546211686765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/09/megan-this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4501052546211686765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4501052546211686765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/09/megan-this-is-for-you.html' title='Megan!! This is for you!!!!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-5938809162686272249</id><published>2009-09-04T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:40:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 for the First Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;The day before my 17th birthday&lt;/span&gt;, I did a lot of things. More importantly, I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ATE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a lot of things. Which is probably how I got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;food poisoning &lt;/span&gt;this week...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're not talking about &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, we're talking about &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! I am now going to tell you what I did on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;28th August 2009&lt;/span&gt;. (ps I am not encouraging you to stalk me, I'm only doing this 'cause Chris asked me to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;woke up&lt;/span&gt;. (Duh!) Then I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt;. I forgot what I ate but I remember I woke up at 10am... So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;maybe I didn't have breakfast&lt;/span&gt; 'cause I already knew I was eating lunch at 12 noon... Ya that's it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;get ready for birthday lunch with the family&lt;/span&gt;! (I had it on Friday instead of Saturday 'cause my cousins were going back to KL on Saturday morning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;put on my pretty clothes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;brought my camera,&lt;/span&gt; brought my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;bag to keep presents&lt;/span&gt;, brought my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; ears to listen to my super-super talkative younger cousins talk &lt;/span&gt;(what can I say? They take after me...) , brought my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;topics of conversation&lt;/span&gt;, and most importantly, brought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;my dad to pay&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Had lunch&lt;/span&gt; while my 6-year-old cousin, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Deryn, whispered into my ear&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;simultaneously chewing her food&lt;/span&gt; (oooh! Multi-tasker!). I watched my 2 8-year-old (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Robin and Troy&lt;/span&gt;) and 1 6-year-old(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Tyler&lt;/span&gt;) cousins &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;bond over &lt;i&gt;Nintendo&lt;/i&gt; Gameboy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Helped my grandma get back in the car&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't realise that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;didn't take any pictures&lt;/span&gt; at all until I got home. Heh-heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry! I took pictures of all my presents! All 2 of them! (According to Deryn, only children give presents because adults give ang paos) Here they are! Deryn drew the first picture and Robin drew the secnd one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOQxn21kYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lQUJdoVq7n4/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOQxn21kYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lQUJdoVq7n4/s320/DSC05476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378301562197479810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPsH__WxI/AAAAAAAAAes/QEFXFcMxHUQ/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPsH__WxI/AAAAAAAAAes/QEFXFcMxHUQ/s320/DSC05477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300368234961682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPrsw7z3I/AAAAAAAAAek/zo9Ttak96FM/s1600-h/DSC05478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPrsw7z3I/AAAAAAAAAek/zo9Ttak96FM/s320/DSC05478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300360924057458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPrIynxfI/AAAAAAAAAec/1u0NxBDKxa8/s1600-h/DSC05479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPrIynxfI/AAAAAAAAAec/1u0NxBDKxa8/s320/DSC05479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300351267456498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;blue Esprit blouse&lt;/span&gt; from Auntie Gina plus 5 DVDs: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Yes Man, Wild Child, Bride Wars, The Hannah Montana Movie&lt;/span&gt; and my favourite - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;17 Again&lt;/span&gt;! Shen Chaei just said that day in school that everybody who watches that movie now likes Zac Efron. Seriously good actor!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPqun_bdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/In6isuupSKs/s1600-h/DSC05483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPqun_bdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/In6isuupSKs/s320/DSC05483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300344243547602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPqKTpHxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Mb0-m4UJXoI/s1600-h/DSC05484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOPqKTpHxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Mb0-m4UJXoI/s320/DSC05484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300334494523154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; handmade, reversible bag from Auntie Deenie&lt;/span&gt; (check out her website at my link: Domestic Goddess) It's so pretty!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; on 1 side and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;black &amp;amp; white floral design&lt;/span&gt; on the other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONi9FDubI/AAAAAAAAAeE/KEyNI5utp2o/s1600-h/DSC05493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONi9FDubI/AAAAAAAAAeE/KEyNI5utp2o/s320/DSC05493.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378298011661351346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONiLOngwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ap0SQ62kyno/s1600-h/DSC05495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONiLOngwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ap0SQ62kyno/s320/DSC05495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297998279672578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONhuBjv3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/_5cpdvKmAS8/s1600-h/DSC05496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONhuBjv3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/_5cpdvKmAS8/s320/DSC05496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297990440271730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONhfHKZdI/AAAAAAAAAds/qzmVB34lv0w/s1600-h/DSC05497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONhfHKZdI/AAAAAAAAAds/qzmVB34lv0w/s320/DSC05497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297986437244370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONgpbadGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/r7_Uexgh04Q/s1600-h/DSC05498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqONgpbadGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/r7_Uexgh04Q/s320/DSC05498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297972026668130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I spent the rest of the day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;... So let's skip to the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night we went to a place far, far away to eat seafood! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Their toilet was so cool!!! &lt;/span&gt;Not the ladies', the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt;! (Not that I went in.. My dad told me and took these pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see the fish swimming there? Well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;you're supposed to pee on the fish&lt;/span&gt;! Don't worry, there's a layer of glass above the fish so they won't be swimming in pee... But isn't that cool???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8nJHC5nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/THWtx4FJcq4/s1600-h/DSC05502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8nJHC5nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/THWtx4FJcq4/s320/DSC05502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646073215116914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8mlpRygI/AAAAAAAAAdE/45EjKY4_2tE/s1600-h/DSC05503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8mlpRygI/AAAAAAAAAdE/45EjKY4_2tE/s320/DSC05503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646063695022594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8lxW8rpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gfTkj9CXyNQ/s1600-h/DSC05504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8lxW8rpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gfTkj9CXyNQ/s320/DSC05504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646049659498130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; pile of crabs I ate&lt;/span&gt;... Ate until really full.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8oRQNvhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ivEpf2vlvnY/s320/DSC05499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646092580929042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE8n6b3_yI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wqsPJbq99xs/s320/DSC05501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646086455820066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE3X0Wy7CI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YYa7ANiZ0b4/s1600-h/DSC05505.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that we went to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;dad's friend's house &lt;/span&gt;and he is crazy about music so he has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;amplifiers, plug-ins, electric guitars, mics&lt;/span&gt;....... He even has a saxophone even though he doesn't know how to play it... He bought it for fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; play around with the guitars&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;feel like a rockstar!&lt;/span&gt; My dad's friends were having fun playing and singing but all the songs they sang were old so I didn't know any of them... My brother sang a song too but I had no idea what song it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE3VfCRpjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wB8cZVInUW4/s1600-h/DSC05510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE3VfCRpjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wB8cZVInUW4/s320/DSC05510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377640272304907826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1mGpey2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-3mzo0qzZ0A/s1600-h/DSC05511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1mGpey2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-3mzo0qzZ0A/s320/DSC05511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638358792981346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1llnlpOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UG54MtlXm14/s1600-h/DSC05512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1llnlpOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UG54MtlXm14/s320/DSC05512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638349926671586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1lMZkfOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/u8wkSiwjFmU/s1600-h/DSC05513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1lMZkfOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/u8wkSiwjFmU/s320/DSC05513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638343156989154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1ks9hD0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/mhThtBAHajo/s1600-h/DSC05514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1ks9hD0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/mhThtBAHajo/s320/DSC05514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638334717824834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1kI_WZ5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Sb9Joh7zqHk/s1600-h/DSC05515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqE1kI_WZ5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Sb9Joh7zqHk/s320/DSC05515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638325061838738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At midnight I received a lot of messages saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; and stuff but I was surprised that some of them were from friends I don't talk to much... They knew it was my birthday from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. The power of the Internet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, gonna play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Vampire Wars&lt;/span&gt;.. Bye! &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/1140714550270561052-5938809162686272249?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/5938809162686272249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/09/17-for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5938809162686272249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5938809162686272249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/09/17-for-first-time.html' title='17 for the First Time!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SqOQxn21kYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lQUJdoVq7n4/s72-c/DSC05476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-6056071201628432649</id><published>2009-07-16T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:18:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Whirlwind Adventure!        Not!</title><content type='html'>Ok so my kitchen was ready by Tuesday and I felt deprived from not baking in so long so I insisted on making Afghan Biscuits on that day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my mum fetched me from school, she said, '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Whatever you wanna buy, better buy now because I won't be in later and if you don't have anything you'll have to go out and buy it yourself.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to &lt;i&gt;Bonjour&lt;/i&gt; and I bought flour, sugar and cornflakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later, later on, when I finally started baking and my mum was at the gym, I found out we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;didn't have any coconut&lt;/span&gt;. My mum had insisted earlier that we had some but I couldn't find any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, I made &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;The Suggestion&lt;/span&gt; to my maid: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;why not I go out and buy some?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There must have been horror music playing in my maid's head 'cause she kept insisting she could go and buy the coconut while I stay at home but I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;indignant&lt;/span&gt;! (wah chim word!) I knew she wouldn't know how to look for coconut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I WENT OUT ALL BY MYSELF! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This was the first time I've ever been out all by myself with no one else around to save me from drug addicts &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(thanks, Chris!)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started out with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; only my handphone and RM10&lt;/span&gt;.... Thanks to my dad's overprotectiveness, I knew what to do when you're by yourself:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; look around you and make sure no one is following you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started walking out, passing by a dog outside my house and thinking to myself: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I hope its not still here later or else it might smell my coconut and follow me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;As I walked&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I looked&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;And as I looked&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; I made sure I was looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. (So that if I really &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; kidnapped people would see it happen.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After crossing one road, I finally got to &lt;i&gt;Bandar Baru&lt;/i&gt;! There were girls waiting there, probably after tuition or something and they kept looking at me. I ignored them and just walked in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked for my coconut but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;alas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I only saw instant coconut which is de liquid type! I wanted &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;dessicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; coconut&lt;/span&gt;! So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;I looked and looked&lt;/span&gt;.... And finally..... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I FOUND IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I paid for it and left. On my way home, I spotted this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;dude on a motorbike parked at the side of the road&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;when I passed he looked at me&lt;/span&gt;. I thought to myself: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I'd better pay attention to this guy&lt;/span&gt;... I even had my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;tin of dessicated coconut ready to swing&lt;/span&gt; in case he tried anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I crossed a little road and I was just around the corner from my house when I had to walk on the actual road. I looked behind me (paranoid as ever) and saw that there was no one behind me, so I turned! And I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;the guy who was waiting at the side of the road on his motorbike earlier drive right by me&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahha!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Turns out he wasn't stalking me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is how I got home &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;safe and sound&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;lost, kidnapped, raped, stalked, followed&lt;/span&gt; (there's a difference between stalked and followed), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;hit by a car, yelled at by anyone, chased by a dog, bitten by a dog, cheated, drugged, robbed, hit on&lt;/span&gt; or anything!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Go, me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My maid said she was super worried the whole time I was gone (even though it was only 20 minutes) because she was followed last time she went out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when my mum came home later on and I asked her if she was worried when I sms-ed her I went out, she just said, '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;It's just around the corner. What did you think would happen?&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Thanks a lot for your concern, MUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok that's the end of my wondrous adventure! Hope you enjoyed it and be sure to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; look around you when you go out alone!&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/1140714550270561052-6056071201628432649?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/6056071201628432649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-whirlwind-adventure-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6056071201628432649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6056071201628432649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-whirlwind-adventure-not.html' title='My Whirlwind Adventure!        Not!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-9115301452863396931</id><published>2009-07-03T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:17:15.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today we had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;EST extra class&lt;/span&gt; and when WWY started talking about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;STE's&lt;/span&gt; or stuff like that, Chris, Tammy and I started writing this... Enjoy squinting!! I already made it quite big I think... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sk4eEUayi7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EA6eecjN5_g/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sk4eEUayi7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EA6eecjN5_g/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354250066539482034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you don't know: &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;small, tiny words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;robotic words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;big, huge words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;normal, small words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb411036dfdb1baf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb411036dfdb1baf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61E06FCFDAD96D0DA7FD5451586DC692BA725D6E.5083C7CE4A10EE1A96430850816EC39A01295B45%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb411036dfdb1baf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7JTnY-8wTXRWl4FEemZqpxu2iJ0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb411036dfdb1baf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61E06FCFDAD96D0DA7FD5451586DC692BA725D6E.5083C7CE4A10EE1A96430850816EC39A01295B45%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb411036dfdb1baf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7JTnY-8wTXRWl4FEemZqpxu2iJ0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Pelancongan Farewell&lt;/span&gt; was also&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Megan's birthday&lt;/span&gt; so this is the card I made her! Her present is gonna be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Kenny Roger's&lt;/span&gt; and some toy she wants... Forgot what it's called.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Neffrut&lt;/span&gt; or something... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b990c7b38af0af8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db990c7b38af0af8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51230B999373AD87338C02C6876DE42B1A387FE5.638C8360B311A1EFE7744BCDE03E9893E67E671A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db990c7b38af0af8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ3ajwBCZWuIj-TDHgVnDmDhPfNs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db990c7b38af0af8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51230B999373AD87338C02C6876DE42B1A387FE5.638C8360B311A1EFE7744BCDE03E9893E67E671A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db990c7b38af0af8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ3ajwBCZWuIj-TDHgVnDmDhPfNs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;I followed Chris home&lt;/span&gt; after our Pelancongan Farewell so that we could go to guitar together at 6pm. She was taking a nap and I was bored so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; I took out my camera when I  saw her's lying on the table&lt;/span&gt; and took this video. It's supposed to be about the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;2 cameras singing to each other&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;they're nearly identical&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha!!!! 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Long time no blog! Ok so now I'm just gonna show you guys the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;videos MJCM&lt;/span&gt; has been busy making... Enjoy them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXaJdbDY4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXaJdbDY4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwQxdjQH4Zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwQxdjQH4Zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so now you've watched that, I'm gonna tell you what happened to me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my school celebrated &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Teacher's Day&lt;/span&gt; and after that Chris, Sick and I had to stay for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Hari Koperasi&lt;/span&gt; so we could get our certificate. So Chris followed me home because I wanted to bathe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, the school's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;big gate wasn't open&lt;/span&gt; so we had to go out through the super corridor and since everybody had to get out through the super corridor, there was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;'traffic jam'&lt;/span&gt; in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris was walking in front of me, holding the rose we bought from this year's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;YE &lt;/span&gt;and everybody was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;staring at her &lt;/span&gt;'cause she was the only person holding a flower. They were probably wondering if she forgot to give it to a teacher or someone gave it to her or don't know what else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so there were 3 or 4 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Form 3 girls walking behind me&lt;/span&gt; and I heard them talking really loud. They were saying, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;"Is that her? Yes! I think its her!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;No la.. Not her..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;"Yes! I recognize her!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;"No! She doesn't look the same! It's not her!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;"It &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; her! You ask Hui Min and see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was wondering who they were talking about. Then I thought&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; it'd be funny if they were talking about someone who could plainly hear them&lt;/span&gt; and I smiled to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw 1 of the girls from the corner of my eye and she was looking in my direction so I turned around to see who they were looking at and it was..... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite surprised when I turned around and all of them were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;looking directly at me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they still continued their conversation of "its her/its not her".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I whispered to Chris, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;"Chris, I think the people behind me are talking about me..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chris also turned around to look.. Then she laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got to the traffic light and while we were waiting, I pointed out the 3 girls to Chris. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;3 girls were still looking at me/Chris&lt;/span&gt; so i asked Chris, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;"Are they looking at you or me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;"You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was kind of shocked 'cause I don't even recognize them from anywhere and I wondered why they recognize me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris said maybe they saw the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shape Me Ad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; video and recognized me but I don't know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya and Chris asked me to just ask them why they're staring at me but I didn't because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a) we started crossing the road already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(b) I no guts.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty says I'm famous in school and I shouldn't be shocked but last time, when people wave at me, I recognize them and wave back. This time, I totally don't know who they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine la.. I'm famous... Or maybe they really 认错人....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1140714550270561052-6979702855157853518?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/6979702855157853518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6979702855157853518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6979702855157853518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-whatever.html' title='Latest Whatever'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4588943809399699057</id><published>2009-06-13T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:44:13.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Moments</title><content type='html'>Check out&lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-boredom-strikes.html"&gt; Sick's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I got no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-4588943809399699057?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4588943809399699057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-out-sicks-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4588943809399699057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4588943809399699057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-out-sicks-blog.html' title='Crazy Moments'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-58041845112346340</id><published>2009-05-22T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:59:30.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalking The Boy Next Door</title><content type='html'>I am doing precisely what my title suggests. I am stalking the boy next door. His name is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; and he's from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;. He came out last Saturday and is leaving this Sunday. He is a Eurasian who (sort of) speaks Mandarin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's living with his grandparents and everytime they go out, I peek out the window and try to get a glimpse of him. Everytime I walk by their house, I try to look in to see if I can see him. I am really doing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;everything short of pulling out the binoculars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum is even worse. Yesterday she yelled over to me, 'Matthew just came home!' and both of us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;ran to the window to see him get out of the car&lt;/span&gt;. Then I could only see his feet so I was kinda sad... He has solemn, brown eyes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO CUTE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I wanted to hear him talk 'cause I've never heard him talk before and my dad says he has a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;British accent&lt;/span&gt;! So my mum said, 'Let's go into the bathroom! We can hear better in there!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how Matthew has caught everyone's attention with his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;charm and cute-ness&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Still haven't talked to him yet... Hopefully I'll see him tomorrow... I hear he goes to the beach everyday. Maybe I'll go see him at the beach! Hahahahahha!!!! But I think he's too shy so even if I go near him, he won't talk to me... I'll keep on watching from a distance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-58041845112346340?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/58041845112346340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/05/stalking-boy-next-door.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/58041845112346340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/58041845112346340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/05/stalking-boy-next-door.html' title='Stalking The Boy Next Door'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1337084662899407082</id><published>2009-04-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:38:52.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok people, everything is in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; random order&lt;/span&gt; because I lazy to switch around already. I wanna finally finish this post so I can &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; move on to the next one which is fun-ner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how I can make this fun! I'm gonna leave all the jumbled pictures and videos where they are and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; YOU try and guess what sequence they happened in&lt;/span&gt;, ok? I'm gonna tell you what I did that whole day (25th April 2009) and you match the pictures to the events. I've already helped you by uploading some of the pictures in the proper sequence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready? Get set... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Morning:&lt;/span&gt; Went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Pottery Barn (Gardenku) &lt;/span&gt; with Megan and Chris under Kelab Pelancongan. We spent a lot of time cam-whoring and I got a picture of me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;'looking like a guy holding a pink phone'&lt;/span&gt; according to Chris but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;'looking like a male model selling a pink phone'&lt;/span&gt; according to me. It's the freshly-cut hair... We got to paint &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;cute, little cups&lt;/span&gt; though! Then we made some clay pots by rolling the clay together and then played with the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; clay-shaping machine&lt;/span&gt; thing. The Japanese people there were really friendly and reminded Megan and I of a few old Japanese words we know such as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;DAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! HAHAHHAHA!!! Oh ya and after that we had Co-op lunch at Little Cottage 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Afternoon-Night:&lt;/span&gt; Went to school for my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;final campfire&lt;/span&gt;! *sobs* Definitely gonna miss Rangers when I leave school... Anyway, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;waited 3 hours&lt;/span&gt; for Heah Yee Ling and Li Mei to come but wisely spent that time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;taking pictures of people and things&lt;/span&gt;. For more info, go visit my &lt;a href="http://19thrangerunit2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ranger blog&lt;/a&gt;. That's the other side of me *insert evil laughter*...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Next night: &lt;/span&gt;Went to a new restaurant called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Smokey Jack&lt;/span&gt; where they have ribs.... Mmmmm... Ribs..... *drools* Anyway, I just&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;the decor&lt;/span&gt; there! So interesting and innovative! They actually have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;pipe thing &lt;/span&gt;(CLUE!) right in the middle of the place and you can sit in it! They also have vines creeping up the ceiling and the toilet is really grungy-looking... I did the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;lala pose&lt;/span&gt; while eating and I think I look damn&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; KAWAII&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (reminder to Chris: that means cute)! I also made a video proving that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;oxygen is needed for combustion to occur&lt;/span&gt;! It's lame but cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's it! 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-people-everything-is-in-random-order.html' title='A Busy Day'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sg2IVrPRMhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1i6LDvN_2xM/s72-c/DSC02844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-5179320470798521859</id><published>2009-04-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:50:32.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myra Goes Swimming</title><content type='html'>Today I went swimming. Took some pictures of the nice view but lazy to get from my handphone so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was swimming happily and I thought of Fred and suddenly I started singing: '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This pool is big enough for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; because I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ask for a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... Too much Fred... And then I kept going, 'This pool is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother had to go, 'It is not!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I was like, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;OMG THERE'S A SHARK!&lt;/span&gt;' and then I proceeded to shout in slow motion. Hahahhahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Just kidding it's a toy shark! I got you!&lt;/span&gt;' Hahahahhaha! I know I OD-ed on Fred but I can't help myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some other stuff happened that had nothing to do with Fred. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was trying to pretend that I was drowning underwater&lt;/span&gt; and pushed myself under but I'm just too buoyant! I kept floating back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I swam deep, deep underwater and started pretending to struggle! That worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I remembered that movie Toh Annie let us watch (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Saved!&lt;/span&gt;) where the girl said she and her boyfriend tell each other secrets underwater so I went underwater and told my brother, 'I wish we had a waterproof camera!' But I don't think he got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then The next thing that happened can't be my fault because:&lt;br /&gt;#1:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I was half blind without my glasses&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;#2: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;my goggles were misted up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this man at the side of the pool stretching and doing other warm-up stuff so I assumed it was my dad because my dad got out of the pool and I told my brother, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Look at your father! What's he doing?!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother went, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That's not dad. Dad's over there.&lt;/span&gt;' *points at some other direction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he was laughing and I was laughing and my laugh is really loud and it was so embarrassing that I just went underwater to laugh so that no one would hear me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Fred if you don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEqwKNNQBwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEqwKNNQBwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-5179320470798521859?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/5179320470798521859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/myra-goes-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5179320470798521859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5179320470798521859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/myra-goes-swimming.html' title='Myra Goes Swimming'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-9189034599316987531</id><published>2009-04-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:40:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Story Of Sick</title><content type='html'>Hey, ya'll! Chris just asked why I'm using that word but I like it. Anyways, unless you've read my &lt;a href="http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/con-or-not.html"&gt;post on Sick&lt;/a&gt;, you won't know what the lyrics mean. So read it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parody is dedicated to my best friend, Sick who had a horrible experience. Sing it to the song &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Story of A Girl&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Three Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;. I was gonna make a video of me singing while playing on the guitar but I didn't have time so you'll have to be content with just looking at the lyrics and imagining me singing them. By the way, I skipped the 2nd verse and went straight to the pre-chorus. Here we go! Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who went to but a water bottle&lt;br /&gt;And while she stood there helping her friend choose&lt;br /&gt;A man came up to tell her&lt;br /&gt;"You're beautiful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did she hear&lt;br /&gt;A man compliment her and sound so sincere&lt;br /&gt;How many times in this year&lt;br /&gt;Did she see the same man and not run in fear&lt;br /&gt;As long as she stood there waiting&lt;br /&gt;With her wild, curly hair and sugar-sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;How could he just keep away&lt;br /&gt;He was creepy and old with skin black as night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her clothes always looked so sexy that way&lt;br /&gt;Her hair always falls so wold and astray&lt;br /&gt;But he never seems to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she heard what he said and just ran away&lt;br /&gt;He tried to follow her but she didn't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;So she ran as fast as she could and shouted, "Mayday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who got her wits and was sensible&lt;br /&gt;And we're glad she's safe and not kidnapped somewhere&lt;br /&gt;'cause we absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she swears&lt;br /&gt;When she swears!&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/1140714550270561052-9189034599316987531?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/9189034599316987531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-story-of-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/9189034599316987531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/9189034599316987531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-story-of-sick.html' title='This Is The Story Of Sick'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2921457672348414070</id><published>2009-04-04T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:03:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我不知道我在写什么</title><content type='html'>This is a mockery of &lt;a href="http://hotheadedbutcreative.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html"&gt;Ty's post&lt;/a&gt;. No offense, Ty, but you know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm gonna be talking about my recent exam results. A few things happened for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Thing #1: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I didn't fail Biology.&lt;/span&gt; This is my second year taking Biology and this year's teacher is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;WAAAY&lt;/span&gt; better than last year's so maybe I was more motivated. But actually I only got 48 marks and I only managed to pass after pleading with the teacher to give me 1 mark but pass is pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Thing #2: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I didn't fail Sejarah.&lt;/span&gt; Actually this is the second time I passed Sejarah but last time I barely got 50. This time I got 56! Oh yeah! Big improvement. 3% increase if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Thing #3:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I got 100 marks in two subjects.&lt;/span&gt; I've gotten 100 marks before in Primary school la, just not in High school... I'm happy but yet disappointed that this exam doesn't count in my report card. Figures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Thing #4: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I failed Chinese.&lt;/span&gt; Well, actually I think I failed before in Form 3 but this is the first time I got 44. Or rather 43.5. I have no one to blame but myself but you can't blame me because I didn't read ming2 ju4 for PMR and I still got an A. So I figured that maybe I could pass without reading but turns out I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think only 4 things are firsts. Let's think about something else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I feel like I have no life&lt;/span&gt; right now but that's ok because &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;tomorrow I'm getting one&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going out. Oh yeah I just remembered! I tried on make-up again last Sunday because my mum was putting hers on and I want to be like my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she put on eyeliner for me (which made me cry because it like, nearly touched my eye!) and then on my eyelid, she put &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;dark blue eyeshadow with a light colour above it.&lt;/span&gt; And guess what? I looked &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;not bad!&lt;/span&gt; (When I told Chris this, she said make-up is&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; supposed&lt;/span&gt; to make you look good because it's supposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;enhance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; your beauty&lt;/span&gt; but I don't have a good history with make-up. They usually make me look&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; beat up&lt;/span&gt; or like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;drag queen&lt;/span&gt;.) So I have my mum to thank for making me look half-good! Thanks, mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a picture and you can't really see the make-up but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sddz3cTVocI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sLEzietcFzE/s1600-h/DSC02682.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/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sddz3cTVocI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sLEzietcFzE/s320/DSC02682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320848881088831938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried on my mum's dress last last week! It's really &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;grungy and boring-looking &lt;/span&gt;but I love the top! It looks so&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; witchy &lt;/span&gt;and I pretended I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;someone from Merlin&lt;/span&gt;. (I know, I know... The lame-ness...) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sleeves&lt;/span&gt;! So nice to play with but the whole outfit looks very&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; lao ah ee&lt;/span&gt; so I'll probably never wear it. Unless I'm going to a costume party or I'm only wearing the top with some other pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sdd2cGPX6FI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5uJcpGST2sk/s1600-h/DSC02601.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/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sdd2cGPX6FI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5uJcpGST2sk/s320/DSC02601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320851709845039186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ps You're &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;not allowed to laugh&lt;/span&gt; my pictures because you'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hurt my feelings&lt;/span&gt; and I'll have to go through the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Great Depression&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-2921457672348414070?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/2921457672348414070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2921457672348414070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2921457672348414070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='我不知道我在写什么'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/Sddz3cTVocI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sLEzietcFzE/s72-c/DSC02682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-5774522378328977031</id><published>2009-04-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:27:22.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Con Or Not?</title><content type='html'>My friend Sick is too lazy to blog so I'm sort of blogging on her behalf. Pretend this came from &lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sick's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She told me this story herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she went to Gurney Plaza with Phoebe and they were looking at water bottles in Parkson Grand when this African guy came up to Sick and asked her, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'How are you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick was kind of shocked that a stranger (especially a foreigner) was speaking to her and just answered,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; 'I'm great. How are you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy then proceeded with, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'I'm fine. What's your name?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sick answered him, he asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;how old&lt;/span&gt; she was and she just said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;'16.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I was scolding Sick for telling a total stranger personal details but she said she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;'blur'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;'freaked out'&lt;/span&gt;. So then get this - the guy tells her &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'You're beautiful.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, Sick freaks out even more and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;'scrammed'&lt;/span&gt;. Her words, not mine. So she chased after Phoebe who had walked away laughing. But the African guy made as if he was gonna walk towards them and gestured for Sick to go to him. Sick ran even further and got out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she was talking about a young and maybe good-looking African dude, I asked her if he asked her out. However, she told me he was old (in his thirties), ugly and had yellow, bloodshot eyes and that's why it was totally EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my mum and she said what I said, 'Don't talk to strangers.' And when my dad overheard the story, he said, 'Don't talk to strangers, they can con you and you won't know. They touch your hand also can put you under their spell already.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;When a total stranger comes up to you and compliments you, run for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-5774522378328977031?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/5774522378328977031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/con-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5774522378328977031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5774522378328977031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/04/con-or-not.html' title='Con Or Not?'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2904478700092166422</id><published>2009-03-31T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:02:55.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'I'm a dork!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what all of them said on&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Sydney White&lt;/span&gt;. I'm proud to admit I'm a dork too. Why am I a dork? That's because I watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Merlin&lt;/span&gt;, the show that even Megan says is lame. Uh-huh, the one with the lame dragon and dorky Merlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMOWZC19jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/534pC_jRabg/s1600-h/Merlin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMOWZC19jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/534pC_jRabg/s320/Merlin+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611362697410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I was too lazy to find a bigger picture. But that's it. Anyway, I love watching Merlin because I love lame shows where I can exclaim to my dad,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; 'LOOK, DAD! ITS A DRAGON! AND IT'S FLYING!' &lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMPd12GDLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/echlAF81Dx4/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMPd12GDLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/echlAF81Dx4/s320/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319612590199278770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see that picture right above this line? You're looking at the girl who used to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bananas In Pyjamas&lt;/span&gt;, ok? That's how lame I am. But you should get a look at Prince Arthur! Whooh! *fans myself* He is one worth looking at. And Morgana too! She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; pretty! Don't have a picture of her but her name's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Katie McGrath&lt;/span&gt;. This is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Arthur&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bradley James&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMMXoy4O4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/kiOhGbmZVUk/s1600-h/Bradley+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMMXoy4O4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/kiOhGbmZVUk/s320/Bradley+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319609185082030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMMX4iP1MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vWJ5PwF-tK8/s1600-h/Bradley+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMMX4iP1MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vWJ5PwF-tK8/s320/Bradley+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319609189307241666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Merlin&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Colin Morgan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMOWQwjh8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hm_g9Iu_3oE/s1600-h/Colin+Morgan+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMOWQwjh8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/hm_g9Iu_3oE/s320/Colin+Morgan+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611360473221058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, I was lazy to find a bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the best part??? Merlin's Irish! Isn't that awesome?! Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8nKbwCT_IU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8nKbwCT_IU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last week I went to Chris's house and we watched &lt;a href="http://www.angusthongsmovie.com/intl/uk/"&gt;Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging&lt;/a&gt; and it was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sooo &lt;/span&gt;nice! We saw Robbie (Aaron Johnson I think) first and we went &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*GASPS*&lt;/span&gt;. Then we saw Dave the Laugh (Tommy Bastow) and we went &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;'WHOA!'&lt;/span&gt; so you can guess how many hot guys there are in there... Those of you that haven't watched it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to! It's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;! Go watch that trailer too. That's it for now! Gonna watch Merlin... Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-2904478700092166422?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/2904478700092166422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2904478700092166422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2904478700092166422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SdMOWZC19jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/534pC_jRabg/s72-c/Merlin+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1912585879543167693</id><published>2009-03-06T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:54:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris's 17th</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a really really long time so I'm making up for it by blogging a lot now. First of all, I want to say I recently discovered that I have fat eyes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris was the first to notice them. The whole gang went to her house to celebrate her 17th birthday and to play. When I saw Sick playing with her make-up, I wanted to play too. So I put on &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;mascara&lt;/span&gt;. Chris saw me struggling and tried to help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I put on some &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;eyeshadow&lt;/span&gt;. Did you know that the Sasa eyeshadow thing had directions and they already colour-coded the colours for you?! That's awesome! So I just followed the directions and put it on. However, it turned out looking like someone gave me a &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;black eye&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris attempted to help again. She smoothed more stuff on my eye, then commented that my eyes are really puffy. When I told my mum that, she said I have&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; fat eyes&lt;/span&gt;! I found that a great source of amusement and couldn't stop laughing everythime I thought about it! Hahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I ended up looking even more like someone who got &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;beat up&lt;/span&gt; but never mind. I went home and washed it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310082099382850050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEziQ3gEgI/AAAAAAAAASE/DQCjw3YQ-NE/s320/DSC02403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310082103842817682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEzihe1xpI/AAAAAAAAASM/h6hHids302E/s320/DSC02406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310082108627823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEzizTrKgI/AAAAAAAAASU/tI4m7-Mh--I/s320/DSC02405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were at Chris's house, we watched High school Musical 3 again. It was the first time Megan and Sick watched it and they LOVED it! Who wouldn't? It's &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we adjoined to Chris's room to eat and play and &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cam-whore&lt;/span&gt;. Took A LOT of photos lo! Oh yeah! And by some strange twist of fate, Megan, Chris and I ended up wearing our &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt; shirts that Chris bought in Phuket for us! So we sms-ed Sick and told her to wear hers too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310082120433241570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEzjfSTjeI/AAAAAAAAASc/caa8ngrQQKE/s320/DSC02393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310086956051890210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE389XogCI/AAAAAAAAATM/MflDssYTuvA/s320/DSC02434.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310086946664085042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE38aZZ9jI/AAAAAAAAAS8/idjMJauu_3c/s320/DSC02425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310086943327929042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE38N-AQtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SDSbwzg0Apk/s320/DSC02426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310086951815873602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE38tlsBEI/AAAAAAAAATE/aPlayzjcstU/s320/DSC02427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089122015689026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE57CNpOUI/AAAAAAAAATU/H1wO_y66QrY/s320/DSC02435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310086935391500018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE37wZz9vI/AAAAAAAAASs/3O3S_whOAo8/s320/DSC02424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know, I got a haircut recently so now I have &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Simple Jack'&lt;/span&gt; hair. It's from &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/span&gt; so if you didn't watch it you won't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, in case you don't know, Simple Jack is a mentally challenged kid played by &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ben Sti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ller&lt;/span&gt;. I now look like that &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;retarded kid&lt;/span&gt;. Check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310082127267712066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEzj4vxTEI/AAAAAAAAASk/6vdGAbaNfIM/s320/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resemblance is uncanny. Yes, I know that. We also took A LOT of &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; pictures. We couldn't pull it off though! The only one who showed true &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lala potential&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sick&lt;/span&gt;! Go, Sick! Megan was busy gorging herself with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Gouda&lt;/span&gt; cheese so she didn't take any lala shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089137941598722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE579irUgI/AAAAAAAAATc/99v4oXOHIRA/s320/DSC02437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089141840820706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE58MEUueI/AAAAAAAAATk/aUBuVGbIlys/s320/DSC02440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089148173593714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE58jqLLHI/AAAAAAAAATs/1qd_rAn2U5A/s320/DSC02441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089158192816706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE59I-8YkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PNi-vhXhttg/s320/DSC02442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090719123188978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE7X_5vrPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZZF7dBTN2cw/s320/DSC02443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090726903989650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE7Yc41RZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9aqz-pontK8/s320/DSC02444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090732377362370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE7YxRyT8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/iAlk_yUdJdg/s320/DSC02445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090736479079122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbE7ZAjtitI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YL5vYpANuvs/s320/DSC02446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that Chris and Sick are the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;same height&lt;/span&gt; so their legs go up at the same height too? It's cute! Hahahahhaha! Great times! I'm so glad I've got friends like these... &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;More next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1140714550270561052-1912585879543167693?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/1912585879543167693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-blogged-in-really-really-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1912585879543167693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1912585879543167693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-blogged-in-really-really-long.html' title='Chris&apos;s 17th'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEziQ3gEgI/AAAAAAAAASE/DQCjw3YQ-NE/s72-c/DSC02403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-5045966966866289828</id><published>2009-03-06T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:04:26.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss of my Nokia 2630. He has lived a long life (though it was only a year) and experienced many joys, such as capturing pictures of gay men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sure he didn't mean to drown in the toilet but we can't interfere with fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We shall mourn his loss and miss him a lot. Let us have a moment of silence for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310070038085696578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEokNCK_EI/AAAAAAAAARs/kSCgS1hXJMU/s320/DSC02386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nokia 2630&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(13 January 2008 - 14 February 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He received many messages and sent even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;May he rest in peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK! Now it's time to introduce Nokia 3500 Classic! It's so pretty and pink! How girly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310070026720218466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEojisbjWI/AAAAAAAAARc/S7rZt3E38ZU/s320/DSC02383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310070031352726146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEojz86AoI/AAAAAAAAARk/5kNUwugWM-c/s320/DSC02385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a bit like the older sister of the Nokia 2630. Look how similar they are! The only difference is the colour and size and capacity....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310070057846302466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEolWpd5wI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LNCqIjDTK_E/s320/DSC02387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310070049107197026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEok2F5vGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4P1Y_WnuPDs/s320/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I'll be happy with this phone for at least 3 years. And that no unfortunate incidents occur...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-5045966966866289828?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/5045966966866289828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/03/eulogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5045966966866289828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5045966966866289828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/03/eulogy.html' title='Eulogy'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SbEokNCK_EI/AAAAAAAAARs/kSCgS1hXJMU/s72-c/DSC02386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-272528697716887293</id><published>2009-02-19T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:53:19.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird or Normal?</title><content type='html'>Someone recently asked me a question: &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Do you think I'm weird?'&lt;/span&gt; How did I answer that question? Like this: &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Well, nobody's normal to me, so yeah, you're weird.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fascinated by the words 'weird' and 'normal'. A lot of us mention the word 'weird' everyday, but do we actually know what we mean by it? What's the actual definition of 'weird'? Well, I Googled it and here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;weird (wird)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. Obsolete of fate or destiny&lt;br /&gt;2. of or about ghosts, evil spirits, or other supernatural things; unearthly, mysterious, eerie, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. strikingly odd, strange, etc.; fantastic; bizarre a weird costume&lt;br /&gt;4. eccentric, erratic, or unconventional in behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we actually mean those things when we say 'weird'? Maybe we do. But who can actually be the judge of what is considered 'strikingly odd' or 'strange' or 'bizarre' or.... You get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is considered normal and what is considered weird? To a person with OCD, cleaning everything at every minute might be considered normal whereas that behaviour is categorized as 'weird' to a slob. Or to make it easier, having sexual intercourse (sounds qim-er) at the age of 14 is considered normal in America whereas if you sleep around when you're 14 here, you're considered a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see people doing stuff we don't understand, we say they're weird. And when we say we're feeling weird, that means we're not sure how we feel. Therefore, I have my own definition of the word 'weird'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;- The word you use to describe something/someone you don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I smart? However I still think no one's normal... I think that's it for this post. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-272528697716887293?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/272528697716887293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-or-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/272528697716887293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/272528697716887293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-or-normal.html' title='Weird or Normal?'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-661306008352236763</id><published>2009-02-14T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:05:49.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes!</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be all about quotes (and I'm not trying to steal Chris's style) so if you don't wanna spend the next 2-3 minutes reading all about what I think of certain quotes, I'd suggest you stop right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna be using lines from Harlan Coben's books and relating myself to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With age comes maturity"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Harlan Coben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am like Myron when it comes to this. He refrains from saying corny lines when dealing with dangerous people. I refrain from buying corny things when I see them. This is what I saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302918710938732370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SZfAeLZGh1I/AAAAAAAAARM/1HnLJNHZAgM/s320/DSC02338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was at the Thaipusam thing. Tell me how am I supposed to resist that cute Spongebob.... But I did! I refrained from buying 1! The problem came again when I walked further down the road and saw this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302918713675857298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SZfAeVlrvZI/AAAAAAAAARU/tf7Rg2Q6k7s/s320/DSC02339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;comes maturity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With age comes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;maturity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; comes &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maturity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;WITH AGE COMES MATURITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok. I think I'm ok now... I didn't buy it...... Shows how great I am at resisting things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good things come in small packages"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- no-idea-who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is a lie. I am living proof of that. I'm good - heck! I'm awesome! - and I'm also definitely not a small package. Show's how fake that is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mann traoch, Gott lauch"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Harlan Coben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is Yiddish for "Man plans, God laughs". That is so true! I planned to finish my homework by yesterday and until now it's still not done. That's just one example among many...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unlike Leonidas, I do not ask of you to stand. I only ask of you to kneel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Gay-looking-guy from 300&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah, I don't ask people to stand. I usually ask them to do stuff for me. Or take stuff for me. But I don't ask them to kneel either. Actually I only wrote this quote because I like it. Hahahaha! It doens't mean anything. Anyone who hasn't watched &lt;em&gt;300&lt;/em&gt;, go do so ASAP. It is super-super-super exciting and cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Win was good-looking and had an arrogant air about him. That was why people usually hated him on sight."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Harlan Coben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;True. When you are good-looking and arrogant (like me), people tend to hate you. That's because they're jealous. Well, people like Win and I can't help that we're such amazing people... And we don't even care about trivial things like hate....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"For what breeds time but two hands on a clock?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- Harlan Coben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I like this. Sounds so deep... Myron came up with it all by himself! How smart of him! I think it's supposed to mean that time isn't important when it comes to things like the past. For example, it's like saying 'time heals all wounds' but in 10 years time, you still feel all the pain you experienced 10 years ago. Something like that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that's all the quotes I can think of for now. And here's a video in honour of Thaipusam! Enjoy! Super-funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-661306008352236763?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/661306008352236763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/661306008352236763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/661306008352236763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotes.html' title='Quotes!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SZfAeLZGh1I/AAAAAAAAARM/1HnLJNHZAgM/s72-c/DSC02338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2036312296865260023</id><published>2009-02-13T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:06:33.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog on Sunday but even until now, I don't have time. I'm just gonna settle for random stuff in a simple post because my dad says it's nearly time to sleep.... I'm just blogging for the sake of it and also because I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently reminisced (did I spell it right?I don't think so.. Lazy to check.) about my &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;St. Christopher&lt;/span&gt; days. I remember my &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;multi-racial&lt;/span&gt; friends. Actually I only remember a few classmates. Su-anne (crap! forgot how to spell her name!), Adelyn, Rashid (I think he's Thai...), some Japanese girl whose name I forgot, Siu Ping, Alys and Etienne (not sure of the spelling. He's french...I think). anyway. I also remember stupid Benjamin who broke a pencil. Naughty boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was talking about them to my &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;mum.&lt;/span&gt; And I said something about how I thought &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rashid&lt;/span&gt; was Russian 'cause his name sounds like &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Russian'.&lt;/span&gt; And I also told her that Etienne(?) loved to brag to me about how his &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;leg hair&lt;/span&gt; is so long (remember he's French) even though we were like, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; years old(?). Anyway, my mum totally dealt a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;huge blow to my self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;. She told me that she thinks Etienne is hot now and that if he ever saw me again he &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;won't even wanna talk to me....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;THANKS A LOT, MUM!&lt;/em&gt; Now my self-esteem has probably reached my eyebrows and it'll keep going down if &lt;em&gt;YOU KEEP SAYING STUFF LIKE THAT, MUM!&lt;/em&gt; Don't worry, I'll recover. After all, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Goon&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of random information: I can keep &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;..... Whisper them into my ear and it'll be safe with me.... I promise! Seriously, I'm &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; at keeping secrets. I never even knew how good until lately! But that's a secret..... Sssshhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HARLAN COBEN! I wish I so had a friend like &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Win&lt;/span&gt;. Not a boyfriend, I think he'll make a horrible boyfriend. But a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;! Someone who can pull me out of any situation... Someone who is a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;cold-blooded killer&lt;/span&gt;...... Awesome...... Plus he'll totally make me laugh my ass off and pretty soon I won't even have an ass! &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Awesome-er&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;... I love all the songs in them. Sometimes, I LOVE&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; lip-synching&lt;/span&gt; to songs. So helps to reduce stress. I'd recommend this to anyone who suffers from too much stress. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dancing along&lt;/span&gt; to songs is another 1 of my favourite things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Max anymore. He's a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;rude dog&lt;/span&gt; and super naughty! Bad dog, Max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-2036312296865260023?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/2036312296865260023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanted-to-blog-on-sunday-but-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2036312296865260023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2036312296865260023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanted-to-blog-on-sunday-but-even.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7316709793531780678</id><published>2009-02-06T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:08:15.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admire My Peacock-ness!</title><content type='html'>(Some people commented that this post is scary and they have never seen this side of me before. But I don't care I'll leave it as it is because life isn't always sunshine and rainbows.... Besides, I'm a peacock. Why would I care...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYxGoRb0LKI/AAAAAAAAARE/qpowmPCmDZY/s1600-h/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299688519197011106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYxGoRb0LKI/AAAAAAAAARE/qpowmPCmDZY/s320/peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;peacock&lt;/span&gt;. At least that what my personality test told me. And it's true! Very very very true! That means I'm a show-off, optimistic, spontaneous, careless, easily led, overpowering..... Anyway, let me tell you something. PEACOCKS DON'T LIKE CERTAIN PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that outburst but someone has really been annoying me recently. Maybe even a few someones.... I don't know... I want Win....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kind of people that piss me off:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;People who ask stupid questions&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, who likes people that ask stupid questions?! If I'm telling you, of course I mean it!!! You don't have to confirm it with me 3 or 4 times!!! And you don't question me. If you don't believe what I say, DON'T LISTEN TO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;People that touch me a lot&lt;/span&gt; when I DON'T WANT TO BE TOUCHED! I only let 3 people besides relatives or old people touch me. I think you three know who you are. My best friends know how much I hate it when people touch me, especially when they lay their hand on my leg! EW! GROSS MUCH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;People who can't take hints&lt;/span&gt;. (Please refer to the subject above) If I shake you off, that means I don't want you on me. &lt;em&gt;Kapish?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;People who try to intimidate other people&lt;/span&gt;, especially people with lower status (I do not mean this in a mean way, just a factual way). It's fine when I do it because people know I'm kidding but when you do it seriously, that makes you a b****. Even though I like showing off, its different when you do it to intimidate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;People who think they're so cool&lt;/span&gt;. Few people really have the 'cool' factor and it's totally fine if you don't. But don't TRY TO PRETEND TO BE WHAT YOU'RE NOT (unless you're acting professionally). To me, the most important thing is to be yourself. Even if you're totally stupid when you're yourself, it's better than if you're trying to act cool. Because it's just so lame when you think you're so funny and cool - but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. Those are really things that annoy me. But you aren't allowed to say I'm those things too because according to the test, I'm egocentric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-7316709793531780678?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/7316709793531780678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-peacock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7316709793531780678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7316709793531780678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-peacock.html' title='Admire My Peacock-ness!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYxGoRb0LKI/AAAAAAAAARE/qpowmPCmDZY/s72-c/peacock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2529660247107978657</id><published>2009-01-31T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:33:42.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMR January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Promise Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Harlan Coben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rating:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297482282693383778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYRwEZ_dVmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WPi3xlx9zOM/s320/Promise+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What it's about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Myron Bolitar (I know! what kind of name is that?) is an ex-basketball player who's career came to a sudden halt after he injured his knee. Now he's the representitive (sorta like a lawyer) of famous people and he - well, I don't actually know what he does besides represent them.... I haven't finished the book! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he did something really stupid (kinda) and made 2 high school girls promise that they'd call him if they ever needed someone to drive them back if they were drunk. Which means that they won't let anyone who's drunk, drive them home. And he also promises that he won't mention anything to their parents if they call him for help. He says he'll fetch them wherever, no questions asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was easy making that promise, but he didn't realise how hard it would be until it actually happened...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night, one of the girls, Aimee (who's also his best friend's daughter) calls him and asks him to give her a lift from a party. After he picks her up, he gets .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realised I'm rambling? And I'm kinda telling the whole story? So I think I'll stop there. I'm just gonna say that Aimee and another girl go missing and Myron feels guilty as he was the last to see Aimee and he promises her mother he'll find her no matter what...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I wanna add in that he has an &lt;em&gt;awesome &lt;/em&gt;best friend called Win (short forWindsor Horne Lockwood III), and I just &lt;em&gt;wished&lt;/em&gt; I has a best friend like Win because he is just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;THE BOMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! He is simply LOADED, he can fight, he has loads of connections everywhere, you know he's always got your back, he is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;EVERYTHING YOU CAN WISH FOR IN A FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Best of all, HE'S &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPER FUNNY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I just &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; Myron and Win's humour! Makes me laugh out loud for real!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(*Ahem* Not that I don't like my own best friends... And I know he's fictional, but still....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Spoilers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hehhehheh... As I said on top, I didn't finish the book... So I don't know what the spoilers are.... Hehhehheh.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think this book is &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;! It has everything you can possibly hope for! Besides fairies and vampires, of course... It has romance, humour, crazy people, good-looking hunks....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't really want to read it at first. My mum recommended it to me and I know she loves reading crime books. I thought it was one of those mystery books where someone dies, the detective is called in, after questioning a few people, they find the murderer and it's the wife or something..... Something along those lines. But its not! It's funny and interesting and cute and funny! I'm so glad I listened to my mum for once...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would recommend this book this book to everybody! It's worth a read!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-2529660247107978657?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/2529660247107978657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmmr-january-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2529660247107978657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2529660247107978657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmmr-january-2009.html' title='MMMR January 2009'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYRwEZ_dVmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WPi3xlx9zOM/s72-c/Promise+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-52908543877367935</id><published>2009-01-30T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:49:28.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>My dad says I should learn to laugh more like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Those who know me know that my laugh is super loud and super annoying (sometimes). Well, guess what? I found someone who laughs &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;LOUDER &lt;/span&gt;than me! HAH! In fact, it was so surprising, it had Chris and I ROFL-ing! (It was Sick's sister's friend who laughed) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101434217696498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMVsG3CDPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g6EBqpfxj4E/s320/DSC02170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101440246833218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMVsdUfYEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YGbyzsnTOKE/s320/DSC02171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Sick's house 'partying' and I also got to meet her adorable little cousin, Catherine! She has a really mature air and she looks at you like she's thinking 'what on earth are you making those stupid noises for?' and she &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;frowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! It's just so &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! You'll know what I mean when you watch this video. Note that Chris looks like a kid who's jealous and wants attention. Haha! Check out the baby's face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101450557092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMVtDupcXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UoMvZ8Ey068/s320/DSC02161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46bee628c381e024" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46bee628c381e024%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D95B53E62D9FF0CF71A144C7408878BA38C806C2.63B16E3DC2C6D1F8111867E0395D7C0708B4E130%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46bee628c381e024%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQAe9nWvQRP7hXR-g6d2QE3-TzlE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46bee628c381e024%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D95B53E62D9FF0CF71A144C7408878BA38C806C2.63B16E3DC2C6D1F8111867E0395D7C0708B4E130%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46bee628c381e024%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQAe9nWvQRP7hXR-g6d2QE3-TzlE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we dressed up really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;femininely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Wearing &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;skirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And Sick even put on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! So &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Too bad Megan couldn't come.. We would've loved to force her to dress up to... Admire our &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;feminine-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101443266489058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMVsokbquI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tWYP2Wi1e0U/s320/DSC02122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103876572560706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMX6RVzvUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Nvk0OabXCoM/s320/DSC02125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101446395835330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMVs0Ohs8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/NXOWeBjVNks/s320/DSC02134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thw whole night long, Sick was mostly helping her mum with the party and stuff but Chris and I spent our whole night cam-whoring! We only took a few precious shots of her before and after the party... I gave Chris and Sick tattoos. Fake ones of course. Sick didn't take a picture of hers but I got one of Chris and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103881969939666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMX6lcpNNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/P1zReFtz744/s320/DSC02147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103888434255490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMX69h21oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BHsyfw7L12Q/s320/DSC02177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103892705008882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMX7NcFXPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/F59Qlw5vzks/s320/DSC02164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only un-girly part of the day was Chris rejecting me and not knowing how to walk properly. Tut tut, Chris.... This is the second time you've pushed me away! I know the video's the wrong way round but it'll straighten itself out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60c7667100733179" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60c7667100733179%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55CB77395CF57FA25FEB4F8E9FDEC2D89C5AF599.3FB62E2FF01AC75A4955A7587FBD654E6D22E7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60c7667100733179%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhWaZrY68bPPpRD90GtOmPRnQVJg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60c7667100733179%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55CB77395CF57FA25FEB4F8E9FDEC2D89C5AF599.3FB62E2FF01AC75A4955A7587FBD654E6D22E7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60c7667100733179%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhWaZrY68bPPpRD90GtOmPRnQVJg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-52908543877367935?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=46bee628c381e024&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60c7667100733179&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/52908543877367935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/52908543877367935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/52908543877367935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SYMVsG3CDPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g6EBqpfxj4E/s72-c/DSC02170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2321896848704235718</id><published>2009-01-24T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:24:06.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's GAY????????</title><content type='html'>Hey, people. I went to Hong Kong last December and while I was at the airport, I saw &lt;em&gt;Santa fooling around with his snowman!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not! He was fooling around behind Mrs Claus's back! Quick, someone! 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Nothing much to say except, he's a sly old dog.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-2321896848704235718?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=45f5f27c0928ce98&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/2321896848704235718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/santas-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2321896848704235718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2321896848704235718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/santas-gay.html' title='Santa&apos;s GAY????????'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-5177099710018987138</id><published>2009-01-19T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T06:37:36.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke From HELL!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Sunday, the whole gang met up at Ty's reunion. She finally came back from Australia and we were out to celebrate! We went for karaoke at Deluxcious and we had a BLAST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the Videos we took.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Caution:&lt;/span&gt; People with sensitive hearing are discouraged from viewing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt; Turn the volume to the lowest possible and slowly start increasing the sound. 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I'm sad, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick, who was right above me last year, is now&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; AT LEAST 3 MINUTES AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! You are even further, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say that Megan has moved closer to me.... But not you, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, I can't stay fully awake while I'm in school because I'm not really a morning person and I don't have my normal dose of &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'best-friend-hang-out-time'&lt;/span&gt;. Especially you, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I'M DEPRESSED! Because of you, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.... I have &lt;em&gt;great &lt;/em&gt;teachers this year! Not the same as yours, Chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-8443208553196767473?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/8443208553196767473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/miserable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8443208553196767473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8443208553196767473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2009/01/miserable.html' title='Miserable...'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7569080291908503103</id><published>2008-12-31T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:54:25.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CTC 2008</title><content type='html'>I loved CTC 2008 but I didn't blog about it. It happened about 3 weeks ago and I didn't have real time to blog about it so I'd better do it now. Before I forget what happened. It helps that I have over 600 photos to refresh my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I shall introduce CTC. It stands for Combined Training Camp. It is held annually by 8th Georgetown (South) Sea Scouts (aka 8th South PFS scouts). Anyway, they - being really smart boys - invited 4 girl schools to participate in this camp: Convent Light Street, Convent Green Lane, St George's and PCGHS. Each school's Guides or Rangers combine with a few 8th South Scouts to form a patrol. However, this year, our patrol had no scouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pathetic scouts either couldn't go or backed out. Either way, our school was represented by only 10 Guides/Rangers, no Scouts. But we sure showed them.... We won the Overall Trophy! Not bad eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Guides managed to build a float, mascot and gadgets all by themselves. Without the help of Scouts! Well, maybe a few helped us... But the majority of the work was done by our own guides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did well in almost all the competitions and I am as proud as a mother hen! I feel like my babies just learned how to fly or something! Aw.... They made me teary-eyed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the funnest part of the entire camp is Cabaran time! There was this dug hole that was filled with water and leftover food and oil and eggs and flour and other disgusting things. I LOVED IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954943964413586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt8A-23_pI/AAAAAAAAANs/xRqo4uo5KLU/s320/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The participants had to get from one side to the other. That's it. Though the EXCOs did torture them a bit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954953242651634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt8Bha-q_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/_Es6GU2Cjso/s320/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even got a mud mask. Cool right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954972908582066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt8Cqrs9LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QkvbYTrrjs4/s320/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954989621004370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt8Do8QSFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QzQxnt5eyDs/s320/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to go in! I stepped into the deepest hole and the water came up to my thigh! I didn't wanna put my whole body in though. I wasn't gonna bathe in their flooded and full toilet! I just washed my leg and changed. Actuall, I was relatively clean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954996588861970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt8EC5hWhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EaU-qedPdo8/s320/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;These are my most favourite pictures! This looks so High School Musical, don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285958118453563202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt-5wwET0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/_x1vZkZ09A0/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285958161867280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt-8SetETI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UStoBxZuchg/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;It took a lot for me to get to that platform I'm standing on. If you can't see me, I'm 2nd to the right. It took a lot of guts for me to get past that hanging bridge. It was so freaking scary. Can rock left, right, front, back and everything in between! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even met a 'gay' couple.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285963097953881922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVuDbm1dT0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/jNoAD127Poo/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No la.. Actually 1 of them has a girlfriend already la... Don't wanna get him in trouble....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what the best thing was? I got a trophy for doing nothing! Well, nothing&lt;em&gt; much&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285963105804555618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVuDcEFNFWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kquuL19UKdc/s320/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the last day of camp, we went to the beach! It was so fun and I walked on the sandy shores with my &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;.... Luckily I didn't get pushed into the sea! Unlike our PL, Yuen Lin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285963128663264370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVuDdZPJTHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ME__wAeidLI/s320/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285963136696138770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVuDd3KVPBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/86qYrSAAOh4/s320/DSC01287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285963114390842034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVuDckEVarI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cvy0kXb0eys/s320/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fellow EXCOs &lt;em&gt;pakat&lt;/em&gt; together and wore the same shirt. Didn't tell me.... Actually they did but I didn't hear... Oops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that concludes our camp. But I really miss everybody! Luckily we're having a reunion soon. Can't wait! We'll see everybody else there! Especially my &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;! Who is kinda pissed at me... Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1140714550270561052-7569080291908503103?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/7569080291908503103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/ctc-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7569080291908503103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7569080291908503103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/ctc-2008.html' title='CTC 2008'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVt8A-23_pI/AAAAAAAAANs/xRqo4uo5KLU/s72-c/DSC01070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3860675798638823631</id><published>2008-12-27T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:47:31.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMR December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ways To Live Forever &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sally Nichols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284475664105796834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVY6nj849OI/AAAAAAAAANU/YUOYtrM8Hec/s320/Ways+To+Live+Forever+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284475663186246034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVY6nghpuZI/AAAAAAAAANc/xjwsDeUu1vg/s320/Ways+To+Live+Forever+(big).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What it's about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is 11 years old and he suffers from leukaemia. His doctor and family decide to give up on chemotherapy because they discovered that his case of leukaemia can't be cured. After his school teacher (he's home-schooled) tells them to work on their writing skills 1 day, he decides to write a book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His best friend and only classmate, Felix gives him great ideas and helps him accomplish the things on Sam's 'to-do-list'. However, Felix has cancer and is as unstable as Sam health-wise. Felix is determined to make the most of life while he still has it, and he tells Sam to reach for his dreams and that nothing impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the story of a boy who knows all about death and knows that it's coming for him. But that doesn't stop him from living his life and achieving what normal, healthy kids don't have the drive to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Felix dies in the middle of the book and that means Sam is left to fend for himself. Sam dies in the end too. It's a sad but unavoidable ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first borrowed the book, I knew it was gonna be sad because it said so on the cover. But it really is touching. Sam does his best to be independant and knowing that his time is coming only pushes him to achieve his goals. I like his family too. The author really makes it seem like a true story that a real little boy suffering from leukaemia wrote. And she's only 22 years old! Sam really makes you take a look at life and wonder what the hell you've accomplished in it. This book is best read when you're alone and un-interrupted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-3860675798638823631?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3860675798638823631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmmr-december-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3860675798638823631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3860675798638823631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmmr-december-2008.html' title='MMMR December 2008'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SVY6nj849OI/AAAAAAAAANU/YUOYtrM8Hec/s72-c/Ways+To+Live+Forever+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1347606509343002126</id><published>2008-12-05T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:48:12.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Bored Bored!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I haven't blogged much lately.... And I don't think I'll have the chance to blog next week. So I'll just write some stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp sucks. People suck. Everything sucks! I'm being emo so just ignore me. Hahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write about what I'm doing now. I'm playing Guess-the-sketch on Facebook. Some girl just called me a cow. I don't know why. Maybe because I keep winning. I called her a goat. She just asked if I'm a boy or a girl. I get this question a lot. I told her I'm a girl and she says I look a lot like a boy. I said that's 'cause I have short hair and boyish features. A guy just said I'm a ladyboy. I just laughed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won again. People are getting pissed. I'm gonna let others win. I'll do something else while waiting. I'm writing this post. Now the guy that called me a ladyboy has finally won. I'm glad. A lot of Malays playing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is no one online? I'm bored. Hence, this post. I'm blabbering about nothing. Lalalalala..... How pathetic. I'm still going to post this post though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are cheaters all over. Reminds me of Sick. Spelling all the time. I'm going offline now. To read Brisingr. Chrissy, did you know that it's pronounced BRISS-ing-ger. I didn't know that until my bro mentioned it and I checked the pronounciation. Oh well, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-1347606509343002126?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/1347606509343002126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-i-havent-blogged-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1347606509343002126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1347606509343002126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-i-havent-blogged-much.html' title='Bored Bored Bored!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2195569125117813186</id><published>2008-12-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:56:18.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon!</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Gurney Plaza where I spent the past nearly 5 hours watching movies with &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;. We watched &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; with Vinodtha and friends at 12.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275135873162166594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/STUMILXAQUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Jja3-cO_ly4/s320/DSC00642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275135878810567570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/STUMIgZsA5I/AAAAAAAAANE/3d15nrxXTYg/s320/DSC00641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went into the cinema 5 minutes early and sat in our respective seats. Then, the lights went off and the advertisements started. We sneaked into the couple seats right at the back of the cinema. Hehe... V and friend came and sat on the couple seats next to us, on our right. The trailers were still on when a couple came towards us and told V they were sitting in their seats. V did the 'oops I thought this was my seat' act and went to another seat. Chrissy and I panicked everytime a couple walked in and headed to the top seats but nobody else came to claim their seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the movie started. When it did, Chrissy and I started gasping and clutching each other. Our hearts were beating really fast and we got goosebumps. I didn't expect Jacob to appear so fast but luckily Chrissy had more sense and warned me he was coming. Then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he came on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His hair was hideous and long! So flat in the front. But I could still see his face beneath all the air. I started punching Chrissy and she kept punching me back. She clutched my hand and we were both trying not to make any noise. It was awesome...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movie continued and then came Edward. This time it was Chrissy who grabbed my hand and started squeling. I told her to shut up. Rob was OK-looking but not heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Not bad la.. Not as bad as real life... There was even a part where he was handsome! That was a shock. He looks much better when he smiles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then came the part where he took her to the prom. They had just arrived at the school in Edward's car. Edward left to do don't know what and I was just asking Chrissy,'Where's the Aston-' when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HE APPEARED AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jacob came out from behind the trees in his formal tie and shirt! My heart was unprepared and immediately started galloping like mad! He would have looked &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good if it wasn't for that stupid wig... Then he talked to Bella about the 'we're watching you' stuff and edward came back but my heart continued beating for the next 20 minutes. All the way into &lt;em&gt;HSM 3&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh ya. The movie ended at 2.05pm and Chrissy and I rushed to the box office to buy tickets for the &lt;em&gt;HSM 3&lt;/em&gt; show at 2.20pm. Before starting on &lt;em&gt;HSM 3&lt;/em&gt;, I'll tell you what I think of Twilight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I rate it 7/10. We were very very disappointed when they censored the 1st kissing part. It was so idiotic. First Edward was leaning in close and we were all anticipating the much-waited-for kiss..... Suddenly he was throwing himself back against the wall! Stupid Malaysian screening! Go and censor the best part! The hot kiss! How anti-climatic. But I have to say, Mike Newton is cute! But not as cute as Kellan! Kellan was so adorable everytime he came on screen! He's definitely the hottest Cullen. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; the cutest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now on to High School Musical 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275135885954463330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/STUMI7A7NmI/AAAAAAAAANM/o9P2dSjoqSw/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chemistry between Zac and Vanessa: sizzling. Songs: Awesome. Dances: &lt;em&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/em&gt; And the ending was &lt;em&gt;the best!&lt;/em&gt; You can see and sense and feel the emotion in their eyes! It makes you want to cry! My favourite dance was &lt;em&gt;The Boys Are Back&lt;/em&gt;. That was great! And I was surprised by the little kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all, we had a great movie marathon apart from the scene-cutting in &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;. I definitely want to watch those 2 movies again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-2195569125117813186?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/2195569125117813186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-marathon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2195569125117813186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2195569125117813186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/STUMILXAQUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Jja3-cO_ly4/s72-c/DSC00642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2852288780852857680</id><published>2008-11-21T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:06:51.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can skip this post if you're not really interested. I'm just writing it for fun. There's nothing important in it. Just letting you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;em&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/em&gt; yesterday and it's really not as good as High School Musical. But I like some of the songs. &lt;em&gt;Gotta Find You&lt;/em&gt; by Joe Jonas is my favourite. I like &lt;em&gt;Our Time Is Here&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;This Is Me&lt;/em&gt; too. The bitchy girl, Tess isn't really pretty in the movie but I think she's pretty in the behind-the-scenes part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the night before I watched &lt;em&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/em&gt;, I had a dream about the Jonas Brothers, particularly Nick Jonas. I don't know why. Then after I watched the movie, I realised that Nick Jonas is hot! At first, (like almost everybody else) I liked Joe because he appears hotter at first sight and I like his singing voice more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271340759636724946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeQffwvTNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/R7ePQLPgLAo/s320/joe-jonas-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I didn't like Joe anymore when I saw the pictures of &lt;em&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/em&gt;. He looked really fake for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271340769534065010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeQgEocuXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Wk3bhrUn_no/s320/jonas-brothers-camp+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271342228759024482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeR1Aqyk2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/xmDfxp9mpOk/s320/JonasBrothers1028x768TigerBeat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271340765239713602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeQf0omH0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/FC6a5qmxtRM/s320/jonas_brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that time that I started liking Nick 'cause he always looks so natural and fun and happy! And he's the only one of them that didn't straighten his hair, I like his curls better. But I didn't think he was hot.... Just cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341402860826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeRE79UMDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZcAy2YEhtk4/s320/Nick+Keep+Rockin%27.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271340774965482130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeQgY3ZkpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Q1Yx1_VCVPU/s320/Nick+Jonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But after watching the movie and hearing his real voice, I sorta developed a tiny crush on him. Again, don't know why. He has the best talking voice among all 3 brothers(in my opinion). I just don't like Kevin's voice and the way he acts so stupid in the movie. I know he's getting paid to act dumb but I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a lot of Nick fans' websites. Here are some pics I found too. You can tell those girls got it bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341408021066146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeRFPLnMaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jvfma-Tg24A/s320/Nick+Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271341416609976194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeRFvLXj4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q10uJXEYGy8/s320/Nick+Sexy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well.... I still fancy Taylor! He's still no. 1 in my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271334667878037282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeK86MSdyI/AAAAAAAAALs/VzUWVpOrbu0/s320/hot+hot+taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-2852288780852857680?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/2852288780852857680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/revelation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2852288780852857680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/2852288780852857680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSeQffwvTNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/R7ePQLPgLAo/s72-c/joe-jonas-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-5297281809926178923</id><published>2008-11-20T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:13:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMR November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morrigan's Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***** &lt;/span&gt;(This is not a 5 letter swearword. It's 5 stars) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZe1xvWzcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KQg7dg2JdpU/s1600-h/Morrigan%27s+Cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004691861786050" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZe1xvWzcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KQg7dg2JdpU/s320/Morrigan%27s+Cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZefdYX15I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/U7VaqPj-J8s/s1600-h/Morrigan%27s+Cross+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004308439553938" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZefdYX15I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/U7VaqPj-J8s/s320/Morrigan%27s+Cross+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's about:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoyt Mac Cionaoith(mac KHEE-nee)/McKenna(as it's called in present time) is a sorceror from 12th century Ireland who is transported to present day New York. He is sent there by the Goddess of War, Morrigan, who is also his ancestor of some kind. His brother, Cian(KEY-an) was turned into a vampire when he was still in the 12th century and now&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he's rich and still alive-or as alive as a vampire can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morrigan told Hoyt he needs to form a circle of 6 to protect the worlds(there are more than 1) against the evil Vampire Queen, Lilith. This circle of 6 consists of the sorceror(Hoyt), the witch, the scholar, the warrior, the one of many forms and the one who is lost. Therefore, he must set out to find these other 5 people to complete the circle. Morrigan gives them 3 months to prepare themselves. A month to gather, one to learn and one to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoyt manages to convince his brother(who is also his twin! I forgot to mention that) to help him and Cian's best friend, King comes along too. Hoyt also had a dream about a witch called Glenna who helped him and he tries to find her. Don't worry, he didn't have to bother, she found him 1st. So now he has found 4(he thinks King is the warrior), he's got 2 left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They travel back to Ireland, where it all started. In the centuries that Cian lived, he managed to get rich through businesses and other stuff I don't know, so he was rich enough to buy back their old family home and grounds. They go back to live there and it brings back memories for Hoyt. The other 2 come to them from Gaell which is another world and they are Moira(MWA-ra), future queen of Gaell and her cousin Larkin, who's a shapeshifter. I don't wanna ruin the suspense and tell you everything. Just gonna say it's a really good book and the sequels are even better. Don't read the spoilers unless you really want to know what happens or you've read it before. I'm warning you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;King was kidnapped and turned into a vampire and was then killed by Cian. Turns out King wasn't the warrior after all but they didn't know that. The actual warrior that completes the circle is Blair Murphy, Hoyt and Cian's youngest sister, Nola's descendent. That means Hoyt and Cian are her great-great-great(and many many many more)uncles. Hoyt and Glenna also get married and on the night of their handfasting, they are attacked by vampires and they have their first big battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filled with hot guys, beautiful girls, powerful magic and bloodthirsty vampires, this book is &lt;em&gt;THE &lt;/em&gt;book to read if you're looking to just sit back, not relax and enjoy the story. (I'm not done. Just lazy to write now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overall:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A story of romance and courage. Fighting scenes do not disappoint and vampire-lovers will love it. You'd better get ready book 2 &amp;amp; 3 of this trilogy because when you're done, you're gonna want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look out for:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZe0GI_k_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/B6AK6XhVFRc/s1600-h/Dance+of+The+Gods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004662978286578" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZe0GI_k_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/B6AK6XhVFRc/s320/Dance+of+The+Gods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZefZ5aGuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/o4_v7ou_Fxc/s1600-h/Dance+of+the+Gods+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004307504372450" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZefZ5aGuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/o4_v7ou_Fxc/s320/Dance+of+the+Gods+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Book 2: Dance of the Gods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZe14PI1XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Dljzk3xP8D8/s1600-h/Valley+of+silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004693605700978" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZe14PI1XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Dljzk3xP8D8/s320/Valley+of+silence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZefkYii_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/-BOO436osu0/s1600-h/Valley+of+Silence+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271004310319303666" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZefkYii_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/-BOO436osu0/s320/Valley+of+Silence+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Book 3: Valley of Silence&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/1140714550270561052-5297281809926178923?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/5297281809926178923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmr-november-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5297281809926178923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/5297281809926178923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmr-november-2008.html' title='MMMR November 2008'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSZe1xvWzcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KQg7dg2JdpU/s72-c/Morrigan%27s+Cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1200284107750270242</id><published>2008-11-18T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:28:17.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitten by a Tiger</title><content type='html'>Every Monday, I go to &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;'s house after school for guitar class. I eat at her house, her mum fetches us to class, I go back to her house, then my parents come and fetch me home. Except, this week(last night), it was a holiday so my mum took me to her house, went to a dinner, &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;'s mum fetched us to guitar, then I went back to her house to wait for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, when I wait for my mum, I play with her pets. That means I carry her TIGER cat, Africa around and talk to her dogs, Max and Toffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995810211095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSLJRItt5HI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rtH14YQmCVQ/s320/DSC00260.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afica, the tiger cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night, she took Africa out of the cage and passed her to me. I carried Africa all over the house. We watched TV, ogled hot guys in &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;'s room, walked around the kitchen..... Then I remembered that I left my mobile phone in my bag outside and if my mum tried to call me, I wouldn't be able to hear her. So I took Africa with me outside to get it. I got it out of my bag and headed back to the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, Africa went nuts and started squirming around biting me! It didn't really hurt 'cause she's just a tiny kitten but &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;'s mum saw and immediately shouted for &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; to come out. &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; ran to the door and immediately took her cat off me and put her back in her cage. I looked at my arm and saw there were puncture wounds! Courtesy of Africa. I told &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;, 'Your cat bit me.' &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; panicked! She was like 'OMG! I'm so sorry! She bit you are?! I'll get the first aid kit!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly walked into her house and when I got to her table, she had the first aid kit all ready and open. She pulled out anticeptic swabs and started cleaning my wound&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;. Africa had apparently bitten me multiple times. She kept apologising the whole time. Saying she don't know why the cat bit me when its never bitten her. So I said its ok. But we both knew my dad would freak when he saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were right. Both my parents reacted exactly as I predicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mum: Hah, see... Your father sure scold you. He told you before... Don't carry the cat around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dad: Stupid! I told you how many times? Don't touch animals! You don't listen to me har.. Now get bitten... Stupid! Tomorrow you're going to get a tetanus shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum told me a rabies shot is gonna hurt and I didn't want an injection but &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; told me I'd better listen to my dad even though her cats are clean. So the following day, I went to the doctor. This is what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Myra walkes into the room while mum parks car*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Doc: So what's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: I got bitten by a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Doc: What form are you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Form 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Doc: Did you take the ATT shot last year? Anti tetanus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Doc: Then its ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: You mean I don't need to take anything else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Doc: No. You'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Oh... Ok.. Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Myra exits room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Myra's mum walks into clinic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mum: Done already are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Ya.. Don't need anything else 'cause I got the shot last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mum: Oh.. Ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Receptionist: Doctor says no charge. You can go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Ok. thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Myra and Mum exit clinic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ta-da. Then we went to the library! And Gurney Plaza. &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; said I'd get scars on my arm. Wanna see what they look like now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995800511483442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSLJQklJjjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Sr3EmR8im4o/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995797697253522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSLJQaGL0JI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b25Y7mtYgFQ/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995791455437298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSLJQC2BQfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nBwsbfF_Ttc/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; was nice enough to google rabies and she said her cats don't have any symptoms so hopefully I'm safe. My maid said her neighbour once died after getting bitten by a cat though. I think it was a wild cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-1200284107750270242?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/1200284107750270242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitten-by-tiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1200284107750270242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1200284107750270242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitten-by-tiger.html' title='Bitten by a Tiger'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SSLJRItt5HI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rtH14YQmCVQ/s72-c/DSC00260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7983719472354900200</id><published>2008-11-14T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:14:58.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civic Exam</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was the day I took my Civic exam in school. I don't see the point in taking that exam when we already have Moral but the government makes it mandatory. I don't know why they only started it in my year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i finished the exam in half an hour after checking a few times. I thought it was mostly common sense so I didn't study much. Only about 2 pages. That &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I finished doing the paper, I was bored and thought about what Sick told me. She suggested that we learn how to write with our left hand in the holidays. (I know it sounds like something Megan would say) So I started writing with my left hand. In pencil of course! If not the teacher(Ms Hehehehe) would think a 4-year-old did my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was still bored. So I switched back to my right hand and wrote down &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; I was thinking. What appeared on my paper was a page load of crap. I wrote &lt;em&gt;1 page full of words&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;without hesitating&lt;/em&gt;! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I thought of some lyrics. Then I wrote them down and created a (sort of)song! The lyrics are below but I can't sing it for you. Maybe you'll get a tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You tell me you don't like nerds and yet you're going out with Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Her frizzy hair is rockin' in a different way-ay-ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Her glasses poke you, when you try to kiss her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Her braces make your tongue get a blister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And still you say you'd rather date her than me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't get how you work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't get what you mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You're on a planet called Mars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;While I am stuck on Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I always wished I knew what you were thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'cause everytime you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You sound so alien to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It sounds like a mixture of Click Five and McFly. Chris told me I should finish the song, who knew? Maybe McFly would wanna buy it! I said, I don't think so. But its fun to write! I hope I don't fail the exam though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's it for now. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-7983719472354900200?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/7983719472354900200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/civic-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7983719472354900200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7983719472354900200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/civic-exam.html' title='Civic Exam'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4183146702548689230</id><published>2008-11-13T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:20:57.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Friends, Friends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWvFt_jCXgc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWvFt_jCXgc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was a video Chris, Sick, Megan and I made for Ty. Hope you like it, Ty! I think Megan is so pretty as a you! I sound just like you when i 'eat' the pizza and say 'Hey, That tastes good!' We put a lot of effort into it. But that's ok. That's what friends do. They're there for each other no matter what. Well... The real ones do anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's what this post is all about. Friends! I know how lucky I am that I have found friends who click with me. We have disagreements of course. We just manage to get past them. That's how we get along so well actually. We balance each other out so well with our strengths and weaknesses, the bad things don't matter that much whereas the good times seem so distinguished!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people I know still haven't found their special friend. The friends they have are good friends-but not &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; friends. A best friend is the person you turn to when you need something. Whether it's a shoulder to cry on, a ride to school, a listening ear,someone to annoy, constructive criticism.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess I just wanna say how much I treasure my friends! Hey, guys! You know who you are! Even though I annoy your knickers off, and talk your ear off, and stink your noses off, you're still my best buds and as we said today, I hope we'll still be friends when we're old, dead and cremated! (I dunno about you but &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;wanna be cremated) So that's it for now, bye, friends! Wait for your hugs next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-4183146702548689230?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4183146702548689230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-friends-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4183146702548689230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4183146702548689230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-friends-friends.html' title='Friends, Friends, Friends....'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-797730631017400974</id><published>2008-10-31T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:42:50.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myra's Monthly Must-Reads</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start a new thing on my blog and it's going to be called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Myra's Monthly Must-Reads'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm gonna write reviews about books I've read that I think are wonderful. All books reviewed are rated as 4 1/2 stars or 5 stars so I'll make it worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 1st. I &lt;em&gt;do not&lt;/em&gt; read crime books because I don't like them so if you're looking for a Jeffery Deaver recommendation, forget it. You're not going to find it here. Most of the books I read revolve around romance and fantasy so I'm telling you this upfront. I like books about paranormal beings or life in the future or anything that hasn't been invented yet so if you share the same taste as me (like Chrissy, Sick or Ty), you'll find that you'll love the books I recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only start my 1st Must-Read in November after the exams are over and this is just to let you know. I'm not really sure which book I'm gonna review 1st because I'm gonna write about a book I've read before so I'll have to read it again to refreh my memory. The 1st post I was planning on writing has 15 books in the series so I won't be able to finish reading that fast so maybe I'll stick with something recent. Again, I'm not sure. This is just a heads-up. But look out for this new column or whatever its called. And if you have &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice books to recommend, leave a comment in my chatbox. That's it for now, people. Bye! Happy Halloween and Happy Exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-797730631017400974?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/797730631017400974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/myras-monthly-must-reads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/797730631017400974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/797730631017400974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/myras-monthly-must-reads.html' title='Myra&apos;s Monthly Must-Reads'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-7180333111170871923</id><published>2008-10-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:26:59.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Chrissy</title><content type='html'>1. What is the relationship of you with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Short (don't think I'm evil, we're the same height)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Perceptive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Repeating this phrase in OBML: Myra, you stink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she have said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Refer to #3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he/she become your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;EW! I'm not a lesbian, neither is she. We have our own respective lovers and we are faithful people, not cheaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kill her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Being a man and growing the right equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I stink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Give her her own Edward Cullen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Talkative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last-minute person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jacob Black's wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They have good taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*I did the same thing as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3. My brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. Tze Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;6. Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;7. Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;8. Wentworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;9. Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10. Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If number 7 and 10 were together would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They are and I'm glad #7 is taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about number 5 and 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm worried about the age difference but as they say, love conquers age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is number 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Korean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her parents wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hope she ends up with all the things she wrote about in her essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about 9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;She has very very bad taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-7180333111170871923?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/7180333111170871923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-chrissy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7180333111170871923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/7180333111170871923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-chrissy.html' title='Tagged by Chrissy'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-6233707655976280941</id><published>2008-10-25T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T05:50:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame-o or Genius?</title><content type='html'>Today I did a few lame things. I choked on my own saliva twice, causing myself to go into a coughing fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I watched &lt;em&gt;High School Musical.&lt;/em&gt; It was the first one and it was kinda lame but I love the part where Sharpay and Ryan sing &lt;em&gt;What I've Been Looking For&lt;/em&gt;. They were all so funny! I even sang along to &lt;em&gt;Breaking Free&lt;/em&gt;. But I prefer &lt;em&gt;Bop to The Top&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have evidence that testifies to the fact that I'm a genius! I googled my blog's name and this is what I found. A blog which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Go to this link : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnin-up.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnin-up.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have no idea who this person is, but I don't really care. All I know that she's a genius! XD lol. The Jonas Brothers's Burning Up parody. Yes, it involves Twilight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm a genius! Finally someone else sees it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-6233707655976280941?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/6233707655976280941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/lame-o-or-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6233707655976280941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/6233707655976280941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/lame-o-or-genius.html' title='Lame-o or Genius?'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4301555496025232327</id><published>2008-10-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:06:39.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Hey, people. &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; just sent me &lt;em&gt;Bella's Lullaby&lt;/em&gt; from the &lt;em&gt;Twilight Official Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt; and i simply fell in love with it! So I made a video with all the pictures Chris sent me and this is what came out. Enjoy! This is my best video yet. Though I've only made two in total...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19d25b706d578848" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19d25b706d578848%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C2C155ED00C13A1BC283FD5CDF2AC981356C3F6.3F6C42C42EEE5AFFFC80F4426AEB914ECB688CFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19d25b706d578848%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCt1uzp1coBknOeJ54ofFll-cOxQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19d25b706d578848%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C2C155ED00C13A1BC283FD5CDF2AC981356C3F6.3F6C42C42EEE5AFFFC80F4426AEB914ECB688CFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19d25b706d578848%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCt1uzp1coBknOeJ54ofFll-cOxQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There isn't much of a story. It's just about Bella having to choose between Edward and Jacob and it's kinda like comparing them. Then in the end she makes her decision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tell me what you think by leaving a comment. I welcome constructive criticism. Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-4301555496025232327?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=19d25b706d578848&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4301555496025232327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/bellas-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4301555496025232327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4301555496025232327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/bellas-lullaby.html' title='Bella&apos;s Lullaby'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4376599847374676810</id><published>2008-10-24T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:22:44.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>I attended the 谢师宴 last night and it was AMAZING! The Form 5 committee really made it a memorable night. The performances were great, the decorations were beautiful, the food smelled good and they even created a backdrop to take pictures. It looked like those red carpet backgrounds with the theme written all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260923984508354898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SQKOfYb0AVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UAEqXhStUNc/s320/Red+Carpet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260923990584262546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SQKOfvEa_5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/WsTBb1SJaSg/s320/red+carpet+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The backdrop was something like the one behind that guy. And the carpet was black and square, not red and rectangular. But you get the idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after everything was over, they sang their graduation song and we watched everyone cry. Well, almost everyone. Some didn't. But I get them. That's why I'm announcing that next year I will probably cry (no guarantees) and I shall hug a few selected people. I'll try not to sweat much though. It'll ruin the make-up I'll no doubt wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to say, we have our work cut out for us. This year's committee did such a great job this year, we're gonna have to think of even better ideas to measure up to them... Friends, I'm gonna need your help.. &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/1140714550270561052-4376599847374676810?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4376599847374676810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4376599847374676810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4376599847374676810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SQKOfYb0AVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UAEqXhStUNc/s72-c/Red+Carpet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-8119677773777708996</id><published>2008-10-23T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:50:22.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Not A Poem (though it sounds like 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I was involved in a road accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I was responsible for roadkill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I killed an innocent creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week a life ended because of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a message. Be careful on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always look left and right before crossing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The victim of this road accident didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it paid the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I didn't see it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then. &lt;em&gt;squish&lt;/em&gt;. It was gone. Squashed by my bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Killed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Centipede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-8119677773777708996?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/8119677773777708996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-not-poem-though-it-sounds-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8119677773777708996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8119677773777708996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-not-poem-though-it-sounds-like.html' title='This Is Not A Poem (though it sounds like 1)'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-667922031500891045</id><published>2008-10-03T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:53:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My very very very best friend, &lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sick&lt;/a&gt; came back from Bangkok with a present for me. Here's our conversation from Tuesday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: I'm skipping tuition tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: WHAT?! WHY?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: I've got some family thing going on. Why do you sound so shocked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: I'VE GOT A PRESENT FROM BANGKOK FOR YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: If you don't come tomorrow night, how do I give it to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Next time you see me only give me la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: But I wanna see your reaction!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: You mah see my reaction when you give me la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: Then when am i seeing you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: SO LONG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Chris and I are gonna watch Mamma Mia on Thursday. You wanna come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: OK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris &lt;/a&gt;bought the tickets and we met up on Thursday morning. This is what happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Chris came with Sick while Myra came with her parents. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myra wants to meet up with Chris and Sick. Myra smses Chris*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: Where r u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris: Walking around. Where do we meet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: I'm in popular now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris: Ok. We'll come find you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Chris and Sick spot Myra in Popular*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris: Raging hormones!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Myra was looking at Chinese romance novels*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myra:&lt;em&gt; Am not! Sick, help me find!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sick: You're looking at the wrong place la! They're over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*We walk around the store*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sick: Eh.. So few only.. Last time a lot one! MPH got more la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myra: Fine. We'll go MPH later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Sick digs around in her bag, turning around so Chris and I can't see*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Suddenly Sick produces a cap, smiling proudly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Myra: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SICK I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU................................................ OMG!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: Hahahhahahahha...... *digs around some more in her bag*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Chris looks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sick produces another cap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Chris looks back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG I LOVE YOU SICK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sick: Hahahhahahaha....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myra: You got these from Bangkok? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick: Yeah.. Custom made&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't see &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, you're probably wondering what we got. &lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sick&lt;/a&gt; took a picture of us in MPH. We are wearing our presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927137785212786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOYlZo6yb3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/a8D9eCjj-p0/s320/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are MORE pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594085421945810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOwRewxxk9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CPcDtoflZhY/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594088788829890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOwRe9UgJsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/X-m2aMtyv3M/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594092054090770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOwRfJfAFBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0nMf7fgaQt4/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594099339109058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOwRfkn4osI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6zPbRDScsdQ/s320/DSC00497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594093882079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOwRfQS0-FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XO_Xptt7CVk/s320/DSC00490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927127580888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOYlZC54y8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1NOQj-fYRoE/s320/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252927133337999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOYlZYWfWVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ESd3HA6aMlg/s320/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad said I look like Michael Moore, the director. Do you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947120780255074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOY3kzYEn2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/n6at9doaIPs/s320/Michael+Moore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? And this is why I love &lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sick&lt;/a&gt;. After we got home from Gurney, we were bored and decided to make some videos. We love them but I'm gonna wait a while before posting them.. A little hint of what's in them? We used our presents....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-667922031500891045?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/667922031500891045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/667922031500891045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/667922031500891045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-i-love-you.html' title='SICK, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SOYlZo6yb3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/a8D9eCjj-p0/s72-c/DSC00440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4281770536853582742</id><published>2008-10-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:54:10.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate Teens</title><content type='html'>I am writing this blog because I am enraged on behalf of my grandmother. Some teens these days just suck! Let me explain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went out for dinner with my grandmother and her 2 sisters and their families. One of her sisters came out from Ipoh, hence, the reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after dinner at G Hotel, we were walking to the Gurney Plaza carpark and had to get on the lift as we were with old people. The lift area was very crowded with young people. When the lift came, the young people got on 1st but that's understandable 'cause they were there 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the next lift came, these young girls who came later than us immediately pushed their way onto the lift, giggling and laughing all the way. They didn't even care that there were 3 old ladies waiting for the lift too! And 2 of these old ladies were using &lt;em&gt;tongkats&lt;/em&gt;! Are they blind or something?! Don't they teach you in Moral that you always let old people go 1st?! Teens nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were of course blaming our generation when it isn't our fault! Those i-diots made all of us look bad! I told my dad all my friends would've waited for the old ladies to get on before going in but of course he didn't listen. My poor grandma and her sisters... Getting pushed to the side... Stupid those girls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done ranting. That's it. Just don't become one of those people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-4281770536853582742?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4281770536853582742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/inconsiderate-teens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4281770536853582742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4281770536853582742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/10/inconsiderate-teens.html' title='Inconsiderate Teens'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3003647335351081094</id><published>2008-09-27T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:44:32.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>If you read &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, you'll know how crazy she is about Twilight. She reads Twilight, breathes Twlight, sneezes Twlight, dreams Twlight, eats Twilight........ You get my drift. Anyway, this hard-core Twilight fan searches the net for &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt; whatsoever to do with Twilight. And she has found many interesting stuff, such as the videos &lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sick&lt;/a&gt; uploaded (I'm not gonna waste my time uploading things that are already available so go look at hers) but most importantly, pics of TAYLOR LAUTNER and many others......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my favourites! And yes Chris, THANKS SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THOSE PICS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250922302548362530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8GA3qSRSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c18n5-EXjh4/s320/o111288.tmp.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250922296615081234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8GAhjrlRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GBQedqyqT9U/s320/n562390954_1351705_2791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250922297259737266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8GAj9YQLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KHiksf41eAk/s320/n562390954_1389191_7122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250920616656308354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8EevOTCII/AAAAAAAAAFc/IZZrXJNI5JU/s320/hot+hot+hot+taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250920611574129698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8EecSnJCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XHjSaDuEsts/s320/hot+hot+taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These next few ones are more about Jacob but I love him too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250920613052500546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8EehzFSkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_hrHoK2ih9c/s320/J+Cop+Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try and figure that out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250920616089973138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8EetHRcZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fRSW46aHQ-c/s320/i+went+2+forks+and+got+imprinted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250922302957944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8GA5L7_3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/DodsDnQd05U/s320/n899465003_3892206_8619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250921685391479522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8Fc8knkuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DthiEOuiYrQ/s320/jks1C20.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250922305060967954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8GBBBVlhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OHO8tu7Kxv8/s320/rjg1D0F.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250922488444472146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8GLsLXy1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/TGlSC_bkXUw/s320/wua1988.tmp.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm definitely buying that....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those of you that don't wanna spoil your eyes, it says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPACE HEATER, For sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6'7 tall, 16 years old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comes in fur or smooth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excellent for cold nights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responds to the name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob. 1-800-LAPUSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to those of you that love Edward but hate Jacob,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250921683659584994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8Fc2Hs9eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-cPMdNPRocg/s320/n513944736_685546_5387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually this has nothing to do with Jacob or Taylor but it's cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250921684305587282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="357" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8Fc4huLFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BvSXXGX7HeA/s320/gam1C4E.tmp.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And let me tell you about a dream I had. I went to a camp and there was a guy whose face was the same shape and size as Taylor's. So I told him, 'Hey, your face is the same shape and size as Taylor Lautner's!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And he said, 'I know! It's just that our features aren't the same. I love Taylor Lautner!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Me too!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ta-da! That concludes my dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! Just in case &lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sick&lt;/a&gt; didn't post this video, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTvmLUaaxtM"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;. It was &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; introduced to me by &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So technically, almost everything here was found by &lt;a href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; but posted by me because she's not as crazy about Taylor as me. &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/1140714550270561052-3003647335351081094?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3003647335351081094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3003647335351081094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3003647335351081094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SN8GA3qSRSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c18n5-EXjh4/s72-c/o111288.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3092549223275650064</id><published>2008-09-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:31:06.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! How many more will there be?</title><content type='html'>Last night, my dad came home from a dinner with some colleagues. They bought him a birthday cake as his birthday is this Sunday. He brought home the leftovers, and also talk about death. This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mum and Myra go into kitchen to transfer cake from box into container*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Girl, look! Got ninja turtle on the cake!&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Wah, they some more put turtle on an old man's cake... Are you sure its not a dinosaur?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Could be... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dad walks into kitchen*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Saw my cake or not? You know what that is? &lt;em&gt;*pointing at unidentified green object*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra: A dinosaur?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No lah! It's a Welsh dragon.&lt;br /&gt;Myra: How on Earth do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Mr Jones told me. &lt;em&gt;(Mr Jones is my dad's friend who's the principal of a school. He's welsh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Fine, it's a dragon. Let's eat! &lt;em&gt;*brings 2 plates of cake out. She's nice and takes 1 for her brother. Even put a dragon on it too!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Nah. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: What's this?&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Dad's birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: What's the green thing?&lt;br /&gt;Myra: A Welsh dragon.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Mr Jones told dad.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Oh. &lt;em&gt;*starts eating cake*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Myra is already halfway through her cake and is eating the dragon*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra: &lt;em&gt;*yells into kitchen*&lt;/em&gt; MUM! IS THE DRAGON EDIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Just eat la. You can't die.&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Ok. &lt;em&gt;*eats the dragon*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: EW! I think I just ate wax!&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Blurcase! What kind of idiot eats wax?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: It was on the cake and I ate it and it was chewy but I didn't know it was wax until I swallowed it!&lt;br /&gt;Myra: Haha. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: &lt;em&gt;*yells into kitchen*&lt;/em&gt; MUM! I JUST ATE WAX! WILL I DIE?!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: No la. Cannot die la.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Ok. &lt;em&gt;*continues eating*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-3092549223275650064?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3092549223275650064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-how-many-more-will-there.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3092549223275650064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3092549223275650064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-how-many-more-will-there.html' title='Happy Birthday! How many more will there be?'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-9131580907720369873</id><published>2008-09-17T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:30:21.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Questions</title><content type='html'>Stupid Chris is making me do this. &lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;didn't do &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; tag but &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have to do &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt;.. Where's the fairness in that? Well, Chris. Do you know why I'm doing it? BECAUSE I'M SPORTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna do C. Not gonna torture other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Reading blogs and a book my dad wants me to read but I don't wanna read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;I was lazing around in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. But most probably when I was laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I wan't to know what I'll be like when I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;I'll use a hood if I have 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My little pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;My own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Sick: Ya... He's so nice!!! I like him more than i like jared... You read till where adee?&lt;br /&gt;(Talking about Ian from &lt;em&gt;The Host&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;Wall . e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Megan: Oh ya. My add is ****** (this information is not authorized for release)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Story of a Girl-3 Doors Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Vanessa say 2molo 12.30, u can ant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;Ew. No way. I don't even like whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Sick, Talking about bijis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;No. But it feels like it breaks when I read sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Duh! If you read my blog, you would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;My room or the room I sleep in? Actually, both are white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't hate anyone that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of :talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;No, I LOVE talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I don't kiss and tell. Actaully, I don't kiss, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn't die?&lt;br /&gt;In books, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;A guy who looked like Taylor. Someone remind me to blog about my weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;Changed cloths, changed friends, changed e-mail add, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;A song I don't really find interesting but Chris likes. OH! It just changed to Crawling Back to You-Backstreet Boys. I like that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;You want me to &lt;em&gt;long piak&lt;/em&gt; is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;em&gt;If you have the best, why settle for second?&lt;/em&gt; -My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I can have Taylor or Jacob? Or even the guy from my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Piano and guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I could finish my homework on a holiday. But here I am, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11.00pm?&lt;br /&gt;Waking my neighbours with my guitar while simultaneously deafening my mum and dad with my tunelessness. (Chris, it was &lt;em&gt;Sugar We're Going Down&lt;/em&gt;. I know you'll understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;Crush-David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;One's fictional and the other lives in Hollywood. You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, Malay, Hokkien (getting better), Cantonese (barely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Youtube, Google, Lyrics on Demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Wooi. It sounds like I'm calling someone. But in Chinese, it means 'only'. I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Going to school to see stupid Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;Easily distracted, deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;My mum. 'cause she'll probably die first saving me! Haha! Kidding la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;Tuition, Midlands, Metrojaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;Verbal games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Jacob. I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend n loves, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Most probably my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Typing. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;SRJK(C) Perempuan China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;Green, blue, red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;I like all emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate. Like Forest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Tell my friends and my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat with in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;Sick, Chris and SHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;6.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged u is?&lt;br /&gt;Horny but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;You think my school will let me dye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm SPORTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;Not talk as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.Who is more important to you? boyfriend or friends?&lt;br /&gt;You asked this before. Go check yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;Play my guitar, sing songs and hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;My mum and friends. Well, not always my friends so my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My dream from last Wednesday or Friday. I'll blog about it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Get a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;The feeling you get from a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;Duh! Don't you read the news? Who wrote these questions anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.What feeling you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;Nunchucks. Even though I don't know how to use them, they look cool! I'll feel like Kung Fu Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Doing and saying certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;HAH! There's a flaw in that question! It has the same meaning as 'What would you feel if EVERYONE cares for you?' So the answer is, I'll feel GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;I'd two-time him back and dump him. My girlfriends two-time me all the time. Nothing I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;I just wasted an entire hour. How do you think I feel? This sucks. It doesn't even make sense. I could have blogged about my weird dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-9131580907720369873?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/9131580907720369873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/100-questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/9131580907720369873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/9131580907720369873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/100-questions.html' title='100 Questions'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-8685649980683691531</id><published>2008-09-12T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:16:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in Touch with My Roots</title><content type='html'>In my school years, I've been called 'banana' a lot. To those of you who don't know what it means (like me when I was called that the 1st time), it means yellow on the outside, white on the inside. Which in turn means, Chinese by skin but caucasian at heart. Which also means, my Chinese sucks, and my English rocks. (I'm not being thick-skinned but it just sounds nice 'cause 'rocks' is the opposite of 'sucks')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've been living up to my 'banana' name but now everything's changed! (not really e&lt;em&gt;verything&lt;/em&gt; but you get what I mean) I am in a new class this year with totally different people and I've been making loads of new friends. Most of which are Chinese-speakers (which is what I call people who speak Chinese full-time) and though I have influenced them a bit, they have influenced me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been singing lots of chinese songs! Weird right? I've sung them before but now, I'm kinda addicted... I love that song 'wu ding'. I know its so 6 years ago but I like it! I even downloaded it and found the lyrics and everything! I'm also listening to lots of other old chinese songs like 'qian lian zhi nian', 'shan hu hai' and 'bei feng chui guo de xia tian'. They're all kinda nice! I'm learning how to sing them from my 'teachers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even reading a book Sick lent me. It's a chinese love story and I'm on page 2 but that's still progress. I haven't read a chinese book in 4 years I think. I'm definitely getting more Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are also learing English stuff from me. Most of them have started on Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Eva saw Seth Clearwater's name and sort of married him so now she's Eva Clearwater aka Qing1 Shui3 Yee2 Hwa4. I know. That sounds so nice! I'm so jealous of her name because mine's Hei1 Wei2 Min3. Doesn't sound very nice right? I approve of her marriage because I like Seth. He's like a mini Jacob. He was my second choice because he's too young. He's a whole year younger than me! Oh well, I'm happy with Jacob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. In my opinion, some Chinese people suck at keeping eye contact. Unlike caucasians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-8685649980683691531?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/8685649980683691531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-in-touch-with-my-roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8685649980683691531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/8685649980683691531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-in-touch-with-my-roots.html' title='Getting in Touch with My Roots'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4564671123181546065</id><published>2008-08-31T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:43:53.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Type</title><content type='html'>Ok, Ty. Here's my part of the deal. To people who don't know what's going on, go check out &lt;a href="http://hotheadedbutcreative.blogspot.com/2008/08/devil-to-you-angel-to-me.html"&gt;Ty&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. I'm too lazy to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I like in guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality-wise:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. He shouldn't be sensitive. I don't mean he has to be insensitive but he can't be sensitive. You get me? As in he shouldn't cry over nothing (cause that's not manly) or get insulted by everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. He should be fun! I can't stand killjoys. (If you don't know what's a killjoy, they're exactly what they sound like. They kill joy.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. He has to be funny. (A little different from being fun.) That means he has to make me laugh. (which isn't that hard to do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Obviously, the kind and caring thing goes without saying. Who wants an evil boyfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. He must be understanding. Kind of like Sick. We can practically read each other's minds! High-5, Sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I know this is weird but he's gotta be rude. At least a bit. I don't want a total nerd. If you know me, you'll know that all my friends aren't afraid to speak their mind and insult people. (well, &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of them anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. He should be open-minded. Accept gays and all that stuff. I don't want a prude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. He CANNOT be insecure. He has to be full of self confidence. Cocky or humble, I don't really care but he must be SELF-CONFIDENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. He has to act the gentleman and do gentlemanly things like opening the door and footing the bill (when i don't offer to pay) and other stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. He must have the guts to humiliate himself in public. Like dancing or singing or anything weird. He SHOULD NOT be afraid of what people think and just be who he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. He must be warm. Both literally and figuratively. Like my space heater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Sick reminded me of this important characteristic. He MUST know how to listen because, like Sick, I talk a lot and he's gotta know how to handle it. Actually, I talk a LOT more than Sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks-wise:&lt;/strong&gt; (these are optional and subject to change depending on the person)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Preferably a brunette. No offense but I think most blondes are more wimpy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Nice eyes. I look at a person's eyes 1st so I'd like him to have nice ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Short hair. I DO NOT like long-haired guys that think they're cool. Because they're NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Not skinny. I wouldn't like hugging a stick. (I know, Sick and Chris. I'll hug him. I told you I don't mind hugging, just BEING hugged)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Big organs. ie: big brain, big heart, big... (Chris, I know what you're thinking...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Taller than me. I'm not that tall so that shouldn't be too hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Overall, must look manly and not wimpy. I'd choose The Phantom over Raoul any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I like moles. Not the chemistry ones but the round, black 'beauty marks'. So I usually like guys with moles. And also NOT the PCK kind of mole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that's all. If I think of more, I'll add them. It's hard to live up to Taylor so whoever this guy is, he's great! Anyone who knows anyone with the description above, please contact me. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHRIS AND SICK, YOU'RE TAGGED!&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/1140714550270561052-4564671123181546065?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4564671123181546065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-type.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4564671123181546065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4564671123181546065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-type.html' title='My Type'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1033540414223171119</id><published>2008-08-25T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:29:48.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces Off!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was prepared to take off my braces this morning. NO MORE REFLECTING TEETH! So I cam-whored a lot. These are the last few pictures of me with braces. Warning: serious cam-whoring ahead. And I know I look really blur but it was late. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238663866953389426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SLN5CAduVXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EIerJh6UZuk/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238663857114789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SLN5Bb0BNSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oJT5O0A5ReA/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238663860854644226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SLN5Bpvq3gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SpHu-ftFOZc/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I NO LONGER WEAR BRACES - on my top row of teeth. When I got there, the doctor had another look at my teeth and declared that my bottom row of teeth is still not stable enough so I'll have to keep on the bottom braces until October 9 when my braces will truly be totally off. Here's what I look like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238666479140361234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SLN7aDnoVBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t_fyrXVxXrE/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know! I look like a horse. Well, Chris, at least I don't have bunny teeth! Hahahahaha..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-1033540414223171119?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/1033540414223171119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/braces-off.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1033540414223171119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1033540414223171119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/braces-off.html' title='Braces Off!'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SLN5CAduVXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EIerJh6UZuk/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3467315058190725584</id><published>2008-08-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:13:15.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just came back from Kota Bharu and Kuala Terengganu. No, I did not see any turtles hatching. Yes, I saw many, many, many Malays. I'm not trying to be rascist or anything, but seriously. The ratio of Malays to Chinese I saw was 10:1. That was in the shopping mall. I'm not kidding. I felt like an alien or something. Like my species was dying out. Creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a result, almost all the restaurants were halal. We didn't mind that. The food was &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. Especially this &lt;em&gt;ayam percik&lt;/em&gt; thing. It's like chicken with santan sauce on it. Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236987980757555458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2E0l4LWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/nxTRczci4Zk/s320/CIMG3977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But I was kind of bored there. I mean they only have 2 malls. 1 which reminds me of Midlands and 1 that reminds me of Gurney Plaza. That's why, on my 1st morning in KB, I stayed in the hotel room watching House of Wax. Amazing. The 1st real horror show I watch and it's in a hotel. I was so wishing for my girlfriends so that we could scream together. Chad Michael Murray wasn't ugly in it. Actually, he looked not bad. But Paris Hilton is really the worst actress I've ever seen. Even her screams sounded fake! I mean, what kind of person can't scream well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove around a lot and the beach there was &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; better than our's here in Penang. It's a whole different sea over there and boy was it &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236991474548105794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2H_9QwYkI/AAAAAAAAADU/Y-FC-HCyQzw/s320/CIMG4010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought the colour reminded me of Ian's eyes&lt;em&gt; (The Host)&lt;/em&gt; so I tried drawing him. This is what happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236992605219105026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2JBxVuqQI/AAAAAAAAADk/0TuvtYubos4/s320/Ian%27s+eyes+(sea).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Suitable? Or maybe sky blue is better...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236991473192113778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2H_4NdlnI/AAAAAAAAADc/TCgfEAbj6bY/s320/Ian%27s+eyes+(sky).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't really think either 1 of them look nice. I prefer sapphires. Oh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, we would have really gotten lost on out trip if it wasn't for this device!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236987996248870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2E1flmDVI/AAAAAAAAACs/jRbXEVvfEts/s320/CIMG3986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The GPS! The greatest invention so far! But this GPS had an obsession with a place called Jeli. It kept trying to take us on HUGE U-turns around Jeli. Don't know why also...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moving on, I shall talk about my hotel. The hotel in KB was the Renaissance Hotel. Really nice. However, at night, in the dark-ghosts come out to play.... IT'S TRUE! I have proof. Look closely at this picture. Do you see the ghost hovering beside my dad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651390776896690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SLNtrzFc7LI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-xUhL6qsT1E/s320/CIMG3983.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creepy huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were supposed to go to KT on the 3rd day and since all the hotels on the island were fully booked, my dad said maybe we'll stay in a chalet. That reminded me of OBML (Outward Bound Malaysia, Lumut). Sleeping on a wooden double decker bed. So I took a picture of my KB hotel to compare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236987986627459554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2E07vq-eI/AAAAAAAAACc/VaN4ANQiJtc/s320/CIMG3928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was already bracing myself for a chalet with no hot water, lots of mosquitos, no TV, no shampoo............. When we stopped for lunch at Primula Beach Resort and-whadayanoe?-they have an empty room! It was a junior suite and big enough for my family of 4 so we took it! No RM90 a night chalet for us anymore! YAY! It had a super huge bed that my dad, mum and I shared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236991455276587682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2H-1eEWqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iIwKVHrUm5s/s320/CIMG3995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me looking sexy on the bed.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother slept on a spare mattress in the next room. (The suite consists of 2 adjoining rooms) but there was a really dumb door. They installed the chain the wrong way and this is what it looked like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236991466995140114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2H_hH_RhI/AAAAAAAAADM/LxtalQkfx3I/s320/CIMG3999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes no sense right? I opened it while the chain was in place and it just opened! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was this pillow on the huge bed. It is the longest pillow I've ever seen! Look at it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236992611097329586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2JCHPNP7I/AAAAAAAAADs/x8-VRbx15ro/s320/CIMG4031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and while we were there, my brother and I got hooked on &lt;em&gt;dodol&lt;/em&gt;. He ate 7 or 8 and I ate 5. It's addictive....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236991459370927250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2H_EuPBJI/AAAAAAAAADE/UpeicRCh79c/s320/CIMG3997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another picture of the beach. It was taken in the morning from outside our 11th floor lift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236992615500348114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2JCXo9-tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0aNVRTs9iD4/s320/CIMG4037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now but before I go, I wanna show you a restaurant where I had this DELICIOUS drink! It's also situated in E-Gate so we Penang people can go! The drink is called Snowflake Tiramisu and it contains coffee, tiramisu essence, vanilla and my most favourite ingredient-MINT! Nice lo! So yummy! Go try it out if you have the chance. You'll love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651400673175330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SLNtsX86JyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7fKho4uMHf8/s320/CIMG3980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-3467315058190725584?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3467315058190725584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3467315058190725584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3467315058190725584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0w8UKTkA4Ec/SK2E0l4LWQI/AAAAAAAAACU/nxTRczci4Zk/s72-c/CIMG3977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-83382370671954732</id><published>2008-08-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:30:45.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnin' Up</title><content type='html'>This is a parody of the Jonas Brothers' Burnin' Up and I LOVE THIS SONG! I'm going to dedicate this parody to Jacob Black/Taylor Lautner. I LOVE YOU! ps If you don't read Twilight, you won't know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You warm me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause' you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're tall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got me on my toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm slipping into the Alpha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm trying to keep from killing Bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you turn the temperature hotter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm burning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burning up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From you, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And found myself-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big paws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sharp fangs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not by yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got your nice, dog breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm slipping into the Alpha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm trying to keep from killing Bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you turn the temperature hotter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm burning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From you, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phase in the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can see is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you feel it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm slipping into the Alpha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm trying to keep from killing Bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you turn the temperature hotter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm burning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From you, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-83382370671954732?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/83382370671954732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnin-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/83382370671954732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/83382370671954732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnin-up.html' title='Burnin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4073840644644792991</id><published>2008-08-15T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:52:06.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritable Panda Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/awards"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/award_panda.jpg" alt="An irritable panda bear" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div style="width: 192px; border: 4px solid #999; border-top: none; background: #fff; padding: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Awarded by&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://everybodyloveschris.blogspot.com"&gt;Queen Christina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        to &lt;a href="http://myrasbras.blogspot.com"&gt;Myra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, Chris. Thanks a lot&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-4073840644644792991?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/4073840644644792991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/irritable-panda-bear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4073840644644792991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/4073840644644792991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/irritable-panda-bear.html' title='Irritable Panda Bear'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-3936290805990892709</id><published>2008-08-09T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:20:20.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Host - Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Based on the two novels above, compare and contrast two characters whom you fancy. Then, decide who you like better and stick with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-has the ability to turn into a wolf and I LOVE dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-good leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-knows his cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-good teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-helps girlfriends forget about their ex-boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-hot (both literally and in looks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-can protect you from evil vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-acts as your personal Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can go on and on so I'd better stop now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-when he gets pissed, he's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-he's in love with another girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-he lives in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-he's gonna stay young as long as there's vampires and I'll be old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ian O'Shea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-rational&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-great boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-can protect his loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-he's human&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-he cares for all creatures and not just his own species&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-can kick his brother's ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-accepting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-strong, though not as strong as Jacob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-does not discriminate BASED ON LOOKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know there's more but I only read 1 book about him!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-he's in love with another girl &lt;em&gt;(aren't they all?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-gets pissed when someone hurts his loved ones (except for his brother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He's too perfect, can't think of anything else)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclusion: I want them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;State if the statement below is true or false.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'52262 + 6972 = 5683 or 426 + 6972 = &lt;/em&gt;5683'&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/1140714550270561052-3936290805990892709?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/3936290805990892709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/exam-questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3936290805990892709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/3936290805990892709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/08/exam-questions.html' title='Exam Questions'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-1711892924383474594</id><published>2008-07-18T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:23:50.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor and I</title><content type='html'>I spent the whole night of Wednesday freaking out about Taylor. Don't ask me why, it just happened. Actually, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know why! Here's the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was innocently sitting at Lee Choo Hock, listening to some crap story of his, when I started to feel cold, which is understandable as the fan was blowing at me. Then, I thought of JACOB BLACK! My personal space heater! &lt;em&gt;*pauses to swoon*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OMG!' I told Chris. 'What?' she asks. 'I just thought of my personal space heater and Taylor Lautner!' Chris:&lt;em&gt;*rolls eyes and looks at&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sick* &lt;/em&gt;'Jessica! She's doing it again!' Jessica: &lt;em&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all night long I kept going on about him. Yadda yadda yadda......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And Chris counted how much chemistry there'll be between Taylor and I! Here's the working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myra Goon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;23223312111&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;343443&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;687&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;138&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;93%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG! That's nearly &lt;em&gt;PERFECT&lt;/em&gt;! Isn't that awesome! Too busy being happy now... Talk to you later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;39 days and counting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;40 days and counting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-1711892924383474594?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/1711892924383474594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/07/taylor-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1711892924383474594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/1711892924383474594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/07/taylor-and-i.html' title='Taylor and I'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-98867297368706353</id><published>2008-07-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:41:44.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polkas</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm doing this because my friend, Sick told me to do it but also because my answers are weird, and yet they somehow suit the questions. Well, most of them anyway. I wasn't planning on posting this first but I'll do it. The other one I was &lt;em&gt;gonna&lt;/em&gt; post will come out another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna copy what she wrote on her blog and just do it, ok? If you wanna have a look at her blog first, it's &lt;a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jessswears.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway, try it. It's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;b. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;c. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;d. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;e. Put this on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually 'e' is optional. If you don't have a blog, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. If someone says,"Is this okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule the World-Take That&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I'm guessing that I agree with whatever the person is saying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cry-Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't really cry but maybe I'll start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apologize-One Republic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't require people to apologize for everything but if you really did something wrong then I guess it's ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flipside-The Click Five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't feel flippy actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milk and Cereal-G Love and Special Sauce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(Maybe I'll end up selling milk with cereal *shrugs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yume no Tsubasa-Chronicle of the Wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(It means 'dream of a feather'. I dream but not of feathers so I don't know why it's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Can Go Anywhere-Jesse McCart&lt;/em&gt;ney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(Wow! I didn't know you guys felt that way! Don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'll be sure you follow me wherever I go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bokutachi no Aru Mono-The Law of Ueki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(Totally forgot what that means. Gonna have to ask Ty to translate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Go-Jesse McCartney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(You see. I think of going places. I don't know where I'm going but I'm going somewhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10. What is 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Low-Flo Rida feat. T-Pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(This shows I'm smart subconsciously. I know the answer is a low number! Hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time of My Life-David Cook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I actually have more than 1 best friend but I have the time of my life with them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything-Jesse McCartney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I'm more &lt;em&gt;shui bian&lt;/em&gt; than I thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13. What is your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I Want is You-Juno Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; want my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wannabe-Spice Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't wanna be a wannabe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Vegas-Inxs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(He is a pretty boy that I wanna marry in Vegas! My darling Taylor.. Haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Don't Wanna Be-Gavin Degraw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't see how I'll dance to dance song...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacey's Mom-McFly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't think anyone called Stacey would have a mom there.. But I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; like that song!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Be-Edwin McCain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't know what I wanna be also..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loop-Chronicle of the Wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I'm not scared of loops. I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; roller coasters!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rockstar-Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't know what that means. I have a secret rockstar bro? That'll be the day! Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inconsolable-Backstreet Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't think they're inconsolable. Except for 1. You know who you are..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Polkas-Teada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; their songs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;23. What song would you play during your first time having sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop and Stare-One Republic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I don't know what I'll be staring at... *wink wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok! That's done with! I'm not gonna tag anyone la. No one else to tag. I know it sounds pathetic la. So it ends here. Peace, dudes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;48 days and counting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;45 days and counting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1140714550270561052-98867297368706353?l=myrasbras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/feeds/98867297368706353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/07/polkas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/98867297368706353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1140714550270561052/posts/default/98867297368706353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrasbras.blogspot.com/2008/07/polkas.html' title='Polkas'/><author><name>Myra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-2964737335086632703</id><published>2008-07-13T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T04:37:01.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Long Day</title><content type='html'>One day a few weeks ago, Chris, Megan and I went on a 13 hour journey. We went from Botanical Gardens to Teluk Bahang then down to the Sleeping Buddha. Why? To try and win RM700. How? By riding the bus. How did it go? Well, I'm going to tell you. Prepare your eyes for a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out at 7.45am by car. My parents took us to Botanical Gardens to let us roam around taking pictures. Chris brought along her high-tech papparazi(dunno if i spelt it right) camera and acted like a pro, taking pictures here, there and everywhere. Gorgeous pictures, I might add. I was in charge of taking the videos. The ones taken in Botanical Gardens suck so I'm not gonna show them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked to the roti canai stall to eat. Blah blah blah... Old man really nice.. Blah blah.. Then we waited for the bus. Waited and waited and waited. Luckily we were smart and didn't sit at the bus stop and wait. We walked and waited. Finally, we stopped at the One-Stop bus stop to wait. This is the video we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7194fc3bf1b1ac55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7194fc3bf1b1ac55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C3775C130A4BE604F8DEB49B794BBB3D6094216.5E22409EA1671FC15F5DB9AB002D6139353F4418%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7194fc3bf1b1ac55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYj_s1TjccR-3cfWWHvlTSp4ijkg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7194fc3bf1b1ac55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329872465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C3775C130A4BE604F8DEB49B794BBB3D6094216.5E22409EA1671FC15F5DB9AB002D6139353F4418%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7194fc3bf1b1ac55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYj_s1TjccR-3cfWWHvlTSp4ijkg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then, THE BUS CAME! YAY! I took my first step onto a Rapid Penang. It was crowded and we couldn't sit so we stood. That was an ok bus la. Nothing special, but nothing bad. So we went to Gurney, blah blah blah... Then we waited for the next bus to go to Teluk Bahang. 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