<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042</id><updated>2009-11-10T01:47:25.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'>shiengz</title><subtitle type='html'>life, love and music inspirations..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-887884176516560438</id><published>2009-11-10T01:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:47:26.001+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>Charles Sturt University Graduation@Shangrila Hotel, Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SvgqhcFo68I/AAAAAAAAAgI/IoqdO0goXQU/s1600-h/DSC03047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SvgqhcFo68I/AAAAAAAAAgI/IoqdO0goXQU/s400/DSC03047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402114506994805698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Svgqg5uvP9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/tuzHMHw9xok/s1600-h/DSC03034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Svgqg5uvP9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/tuzHMHw9xok/s400/DSC03034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402114497771945938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SvgqgjOccOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/iPOfaDyIm9E/s1600-h/DSC03029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SvgqgjOccOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/iPOfaDyIm9E/s400/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402114491730915554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SvgqgOgrVPI/AAAAAAAAAfw/L3oPZ1Tokno/s1600-h/DSC03012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SvgqgOgrVPI/AAAAAAAAAfw/L3oPZ1Tokno/s400/DSC03012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402114486170244338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-887884176516560438?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/887884176516560438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=887884176516560438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/887884176516560438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/887884176516560438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/11/charles-sturt-university.html' title='Charles Sturt University Graduation@Shangrila Hotel, Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SvgqhcFo68I/AAAAAAAAAgI/IoqdO0goXQU/s72-c/DSC03047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-871621782582461108</id><published>2009-11-09T04:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:17:35.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official...i am a graduate!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Svb7c3zysDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vrRZKcxQ24E/s1600-h/DSC_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Svb7c3zysDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vrRZKcxQ24E/s400/DSC_0144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401781276513579058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes peeps..i just graduated from Charles Sturt University...the feeling..oh well..not quite australia like..but needless to say..still sufficient since my peeps are there with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post much of the pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-871621782582461108?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/871621782582461108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=871621782582461108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/871621782582461108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/871621782582461108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-officiali-am-graduate.html' title='Its official...i am a graduate!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Svb7c3zysDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vrRZKcxQ24E/s72-c/DSC_0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-7375363786335914094</id><published>2009-10-31T11:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:55:12.868+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Art vs Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRZ-jLOrFfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/XRZ-jLOrFfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool video i stumble upon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-7375363786335914094?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7375363786335914094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=7375363786335914094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7375363786335914094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7375363786335914094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/10/art-vs-science.html' title='Art vs Science'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-437588331604996814</id><published>2009-10-29T04:36:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:36:52.583+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback: Spring in Bathurst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44100585@N07/4053504280/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3500/4053504280_91ed02edd0.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44100585@N07/4053504280/"&gt;IMG_6097&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/44100585@N07/"&gt;shiengz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohh...how time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its October now..and three more days..its my graduation...finally!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year its all about being more organized and hit the gym more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wink* learn how to work with people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiela shiengz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-437588331604996814?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/437588331604996814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=437588331604996814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/437588331604996814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/437588331604996814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/10/flashback-spring-in-bathurst.html' title='Flashback: Spring in Bathurst'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-2561799399558248798</id><published>2009-10-19T02:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:41:29.597+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Meet me half way</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LK1CGsUi6w4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/LK1CGsUi6w4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas came up with their latest hits - " meet me half way" from their album The E.N.D 2009. The tune is kinda catchy. Like a little mixture of  electropop plus R &amp; B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas are revolutionizing their music genre to a more electropop music?? Influences from the likes of MGMT...It ain't half that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Black Eyed Peas, they were at Malaysia during Arthur's Day. It was a spectacular event. Black dressing code. The crowd was HUGE!!! Minus the hot stuffy weather. It could be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-2561799399558248798?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2561799399558248798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=2561799399558248798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/2561799399558248798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/2561799399558248798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-meet-me-half-way.html' title='Just Meet me half way'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-874442265026009513</id><published>2009-10-14T01:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:47:35.948+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine that</title><content type='html'>imagine being on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;having what you always dream of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things arent just the way we imagine it to be.&lt;br /&gt;just like me..imagining things that is made so flowery by the media.&lt;br /&gt;working in real life is just well...real.&lt;br /&gt;nothing like what you see in tv.&lt;br /&gt;the glamorous carefree lifestyle...is just nothing from the real thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up.&lt;br /&gt;seeing the good and bad side of people.&lt;br /&gt;learning to accept.&lt;br /&gt;learning to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;its all up to us.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;what we choose to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;old flames sparkle up&lt;br /&gt;with a catalyst..&lt;br /&gt;where it lead us..only time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-874442265026009513?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/874442265026009513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=874442265026009513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/874442265026009513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/874442265026009513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/10/imagine-that.html' title='Imagine that'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-7332266217660565267</id><published>2009-09-15T03:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:53:48.014+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i m ready for it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sq6CofJT3vI/AAAAAAAAAec/MCua9AZg8oM/s1600-h/pic+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sq6CofJT3vI/AAAAAAAAAec/MCua9AZg8oM/s400/pic+of+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381382236821249778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we were babies, our lives was planned out, map out, which college we were going to go to, what kind of jobs to take. Everything is just there for us. If you are lucky, get into a prestigious college if thats what you wanted. When everything is played so safe, so well planned, and then you start to wonder, is that the life i m going to live? We hope for the best enjoyment of life, the fun, the excitement, the adventure, its our life rite? why wouldnt we want the best of out it? afterall we only live once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would totally understand it if one were to lead a simple kinda life, nothing too complicated, just peaceful and quiet, nothing to be stressed about. Some people call it jaded, its just plain boring. We need excitement! thats why when we are young and energetic, we try to make everyday the best day of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing safe might take away some risks, but you will never know what the world has got to give. Whats out there. Evolve and grow yourselves. see the world in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i m ready for it. chasing dreams and making it an adventure every single moment of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget to thank friends that motivates you and pick you up from the ground. Thanks you guys. Thanks for the good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-7332266217660565267?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7332266217660565267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=7332266217660565267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7332266217660565267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7332266217660565267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-m-ready-for-it.html' title='i m ready for it'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sq6CofJT3vI/AAAAAAAAAec/MCua9AZg8oM/s72-c/pic+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-3941486486594614302</id><published>2009-09-02T02:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:40:42.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka girls nite out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sp1cM2sfAyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jBInclk4ioo/s1600-h/DSC02858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sp1cM2sfAyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jBInclk4ioo/s400/DSC02858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376554906060522274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was here at pj for a while now..and havnt got a chance to spend the nite out at KL. so here it goes...a lil bit of an adventure..we went to Pavilion first, and the car parking came to a whooping RM8!!! for less than 3 hours. can you believe that. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have been dying to go to Zouk ever since i was 19, and havnt got a chance to get in there yet. One of my closest friend get so bumped out coz she cant get in!! that time we were still under 21. you need to be on the guest list or get some cool peeps that work in the club to get in. like..@#$#$$#!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Merdeka day. perhaps it was Merdeka day, and we are paying to get in. thats why security is not that strict. we got in without being asked off our ids, besides, we are over 21 already. wondering what the big deal was it about Zouk. That everyone is giving them all that buzz. After that nite, i guess i know why. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chick surfing.&lt;/span&gt; = surfing the club for chicks instead of looking thru the internet. Us girls, we look at the best dressed, and who got the style and confidence. Them guys, visual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i got a bit disappointed. because there isnt much of a crowd that likes to dance. they are just plain. boring. standing around. cam whoring about. some chicks that score some Mat Salleh guys. I wonder the Mat Salleh guys score some hot girls? or the other way round? either way, it just look like they are taking advantages of them girls. and those girls are acting like drunk and playing dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work today, happy but with a bit of hangover, Hits FM playing all the songs that was played in the club. i was happy coz i really enjoyed dancing there. i mean i dance and dance and dance until my feet are complaining. i was doing some random sydney dance when some trance pop thing goes. it wasnt all that bad. except that girl who scare me a bit when she did a hair flip and shocked me. she was so close to convincing me to dance with her on the mini stage thingy. the party ended with some shredded colourful papers raining down the dance floor. pretty alright. except the glittery stuff sticking on my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. till next time. stay tuned for it is Arthur's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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out!!'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sp1cM2sfAyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jBInclk4ioo/s72-c/DSC02858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-1104145830080785733</id><published>2009-09-01T01:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:36:46.847+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Live High</title><content type='html'>we sing songs&lt;br /&gt;we dance&lt;br /&gt;we dance even more..till our feet are senseless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love&lt;br /&gt;we kiss&lt;br /&gt;we kiss and tell&lt;br /&gt;we crave for adventure&lt;br /&gt;we crave for misadventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fall in love&lt;br /&gt;we fall out of love&lt;br /&gt;we fall back in love&lt;br /&gt;just helpless at wanting something we cant get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dance&lt;br /&gt;the release of all stress in life&lt;br /&gt;expressed out in a night&lt;br /&gt;the crappy dance moves, the lazy dance moves, the laid back dance moves, the " shake it" dance moves, the " dont give a ** " moves..&lt;br /&gt;of all sorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all been good&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the night out.&lt;br /&gt;thanks you guys. &lt;br /&gt;back to war game BOYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy merdeka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-1104145830080785733?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-7514730776842423829</id><published>2009-08-21T02:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:06:06.915+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REbrand shiengz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REvive the dead'/><title type='text'>some notes</title><content type='html'>sometimes, we just got too carried away with work, that we somehow forgot to care about people that is around us. we take them for granted and hope that that they will understand why we cant make time for them. Sometimes, we become selfish, we want to have our own time, our personal space, we just want to do what we want without any control or constraints from others. Others that i have seen, tried to fulfill other people's wishes, they just become depressed, stuck in between time, felt trapped and unable to reject other people's wishes and wants, while unable to satisfy their own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just life. To juggle between work, having a social life, and taking care about the welfare of your family. In order to be happy, we need to socialise with friends, but at the same time, we will run short on cash, spending loads of cash for dinner, movies and petrol. Before the end of the month, the money that we earn will just be gone with a puff of smoke. we dont realise how much we spent. And girls, beware of credit cards, all i can say is that credit cards are evil, i know my own limits, thats why i wont invest in a credit card because i know if i do, that would be another obsession for shopping. of endless debts. and add ons bank interest. that would be the end of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is the need to improve ourselves, physically and mentally. Looking great boost up our confidence level into a higher level. Thus, we spend loads on makeup, going to the gym, wearing the latest piece of designer wear. To reward ourselves, we treat ourselves with good food. We read more books, to broaden up our minds, well..maybe not me, i just prefer to read from the internet, what nots, whatever i can get my hands on. they invented ebooks for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whats life, if there isnt any combinations of stress, work and family? i ll say, our lives would be pretty dull if we were too free. booooring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to live life. learn to accept our mistakes. learn to forgive. learn to love again. coz there is a different us everyday. we need to change ourselves in order to be the person we hope to be. of all this, we need to accept ourselves and learn to love ourselves again. how do we expect people to love you if you dont even think greatly of yourselves???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a never ending paths and possibilities. Chances that we need to create to make ourselves, our lives, our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are our own destiny. we are what we think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-7514730776842423829?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7514730776842423829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=7514730776842423829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7514730776842423829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7514730776842423829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-notes.html' title='some notes'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-1832198270409993501</id><published>2009-08-16T18:15:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:33:17.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta feeling...MTV World Stage was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofwvdZB0zI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZYnfPlXl45g/s1600-h/IMG_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofwvdZB0zI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZYnfPlXl45g/s400/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370525778796729138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofwtrsRggI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yfZfaQ7EzKw/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofwtrsRggI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yfZfaQ7EzKw/s400/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370525748275806722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFGHQvJNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/SvPv9OL9G6w/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFGHQvJNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/SvPv9OL9G6w/s400/IMG_2275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370477789481739474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sofwv_6kukI/AAAAAAAAAdw/6eWK6mTxIqE/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/Sofwv_6kukI/AAAAAAAAAdw/6eWK6mTxIqE/s400/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370525788064234050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofwuOQd4UI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Em3WkDrv3ps/s1600-h/IMG_2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofwuOQd4UI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Em3WkDrv3ps/s400/IMG_2263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370525757554417986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFGiQ0Y1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NW4Yh9ei66U/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFGiQ0Y1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NW4Yh9ei66U/s400/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370477796729840466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFFgTfGuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JzctWrKnomA/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFFgTfGuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JzctWrKnomA/s400/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370477779024288482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFFJVz__I/AAAAAAAAAc4/S0D-kJmN57w/s1600-h/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofFFJVz__I/AAAAAAAAAc4/S0D-kJmN57w/s400/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370477772860030962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surreal. it was hot. it was steamy. boy, it was really really hot with the crowd..cant even imagine how crowded it was that very night. Thanks Carmen for the tickets. I LOVE YOU CARMEN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i was just driving in the morning, getting ready to leave the office in the morning, going to church...and there it goes...on Fly FM..." Five more hours, MTV WORLD STAGE goes LIVE at Sunway Lagoon Beach!!!!" it was announced quite a number of times until it sorta irritates me..so much..so that i was in a negative mood. Then, i remember..how much i was going to miss..while they are at the MTV awards enjoying live music..i was depressed..to have that thought of not going..on such a huge event.i was afraid i was going to lose out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at church..i remember i was asking Carmen.."hey are u going to the MTV centre stage???" "nah..i m not" Just went we left for church..i went to meet up with my friend Stephy..i was at the Curve, then i got a msg.."hey i got tics to the MTV World stage thing..you wanna go?? " i tell you..at that moment..i was in shock. i was too excited. Steph got to ask me.."what happen??" "whats with that face??" Did you know that we cant buy any tics?? and they made ppl to audition for the loudest scream to get in?? it was all a bunch of crap...but i guess if you really did all those effort..the meaning of it is priceless..you can even brag..about it..how to scream to get in..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yep..picked up carmen and my sis..boy we were so in a rush..i was suppose to meet up jessica at the curve and i had to turn her down..=( boy i feel bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrive there..and laura is already there..on the left..and i was in the crowd on the right..behind the camera man..lol..they actually drained the beach...for that very event..imagine how much water was drained out and wasted??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so much in love with the frontman of Hoobastank. Hoobastank was awesome..really..its their third time in Malaysia..&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all american rejects blows us away with the wind blow..in my mind..i was thinking..what the f is he wearing?? and he is too hyper?? is he onto something?? man those jeans are too tight to begin with...lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..i really really enjoyed my time there..kasabian rocked the crowd as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh..i still cant believe i went to the MTV WORLD STAGE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you MTV!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-1832198270409993501?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1832198270409993501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=1832198270409993501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/1832198270409993501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/1832198270409993501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-gotta-feelingmtv-world-stage-was.html' title='i gotta feeling...MTV World Stage was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SofwvdZB0zI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ZYnfPlXl45g/s72-c/IMG_2235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-8524991039155851638</id><published>2009-08-15T01:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:47:28.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson to be learnt.</title><content type='html'>This two weeks was a bz bz week. So much to do. So little time. One thing for sure, I have learnt a lot this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never take your friends for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad nightmare, with my friend sending this text msg while refusing to pick up my phone calls because I missed a date with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The msg goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are a selfish self centered bastard.&lt;br /&gt;2. I never want to talk to you again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don’t ever call me again. F**K OFF B**TH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would she be pissed. My bad. I was too engrossed with watching gossip girl season 2 until the last episode that I forgot that I was suppose to meet her up at One Utama. At about 12pm, only I reached to my phone in my bag, there was THREE missed calls! Realising what I did, I immediately text msg her back and apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling her because she didn’t reply me back. I thought she was really mad. Oh my, that really scared me until I was confused for the whole week. Why didn’t she pick up my calls? Why I keep on getting to the operator? “the number you have dial cannot be reach” Oh my goodness, whats going on?? The following week after those missed calls, I realize I was so engrossed with work that I didn’t bother to call her back. And I waited until the next week to call her, and there it goes..into her voice messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, it was all a misunderstanding. BTW, we didn’t really set a time and place for the meeting. Yesterday she called me back and said she was at Tioman, that’s why I couldn’t reach her because the reception was bad. I was so relief that she called me back after a while. Phew, that was a close call, I nearly lose a friend. You should have seen the look on my face, I was so relief and happy that she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never buy a pet for a three year old kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece nearly killed the fish, when I told her to feed the fish always. She poured the whole fish food into the fish tank.LOL. Then I found out nobody has been feeding the fish. For a week!! It’s a miracle how the fish survived for a week without food. Now the pet fish is staying at my house. LOL. I have always loved pets. And whatever I can take care of. I bought three small cactus plant. But unfortunately, I m too bz to water them, I just wonder how are they right now..lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      Real friends are ones that supports you no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura just come back to Malaysia. It was fun meeting up with her. Should always put some time for friends no matter how crazy the week has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      Should have Emergency Kit: Ready to wear clothes for every ocassion and             &lt;br /&gt;        makeup items in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means totally control on your social life, no matter what you are doing. Good for emergencies, when meeting up with friends after work and having no time to change at home.Avoid the traffic jams and some silly dramas like the mentioned 1 case of ignorance and hectic schedule to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my crazy crazy week. Phew..that was a long one. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-8524991039155851638?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8524991039155851638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=8524991039155851638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/8524991039155851638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/8524991039155851638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesson-to-be-learnt.html' title='A lesson to be learnt.'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-4413678204835941483</id><published>2009-08-08T01:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:50:09.495+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MGMT-Indie Rokkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgW0RaWUS0I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/fgW0RaWUS0I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the line between your belly and your thighs&lt;br /&gt;the smell of your hair&lt;br /&gt;the sparkle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the smoke in your breath&lt;br /&gt;the breathing hard and heavy&lt;br /&gt;the back of your neck&lt;br /&gt;the shine on your Chevy&lt;br /&gt;the moon was so big when i drove it to the levy, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found blood and i saw stars&lt;br /&gt;all in the backseat of your car&lt;br /&gt;and i told you it was love&lt;br /&gt;but you don't wanna know the truth&lt;br /&gt;i was young and in my prime&lt;br /&gt;with my heart still filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on bleedin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clean dreams, the sexy limousine&lt;br /&gt;Jason's got the energy he used to be a coke fien&lt;br /&gt;the skinny brown arms coming round in your shirt&lt;br /&gt;heart is in the right place brain is in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;you live life like everyone's an enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found blood and i saw stars&lt;br /&gt;all in the backseat of your car&lt;br /&gt;and i told you it was love&lt;br /&gt;but you don't wanna know the truth&lt;br /&gt;i was young and in my prime&lt;br /&gt;with my heart still filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on bleedin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-4413678204835941483?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4413678204835941483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=4413678204835941483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/4413678204835941483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/4413678204835941483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/08/mgmt-indie-rokkers.html' title='MGMT-Indie Rokkers'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-1614545759388942921</id><published>2009-08-03T02:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:31:19.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>its august how time flies</title><content type='html'>song of the moment: metric-collect call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFRWk2mldrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/aFRWk2mldrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sick lately. been thru the shopaholics' den. (Those legs aching moments, i totally ban..i mean BAN my mum and mum's sis from ever coming to kl again! lol. ) plus..i think i m starting to get hooked to branded stuff again. the urge to own. and to have. that. luxuries. pampered luxuries. red lipstick. warehouse handbags. metallic black leggings. i ll miss all that. i m so broke that i think i should stop my cravings. bad cravings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already august. just glad that all my friends are graduating soon.coming back to msia. woot woot.. hang out together time. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m happy today that i finished my gossip girl marathon. on season 2. season 3 coming out next on 31st august. chuck bass is so...romantic..the bf that you cant have...or a bad bf that you cant get your mind off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is coming up again next. love my free time. back to the battlefield!!!!!urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-1614545759388942921?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1614545759388942921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=1614545759388942921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/1614545759388942921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/1614545759388942921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-august-how-time-flies.html' title='its august how time flies'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-3057120191314212845</id><published>2009-07-30T02:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:01:27.371+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll leave this place With the little piece of me that's left in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbkmnkIfgIo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/rbkmnkIfgIo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;where the city meets the sea-the getaway plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The getaway plan is one of the bands that i could listen 247, until today i still listen to them. Band started out as 4 lads who have strong passion for music, out of Melbourne City, we can see how they got their inspirations, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;streetlights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;,shadows, sleep spindes&lt;/span&gt;, all of these have a unique tasting and a different flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bgF6XJbdMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/_bgF6XJbdMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;streetlights-the getaway plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2LCf0tg6p0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/l2LCf0tg6p0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;shadows-the getaway plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will continue to be my favs. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-3057120191314212845?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/3057120191314212845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=3057120191314212845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/3057120191314212845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/3057120191314212845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-leave-this-place-with-little-piece.html' title='We&apos;ll leave this place With the little piece of me that&apos;s left in you'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-5623051615295833256</id><published>2009-07-29T03:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:17:23.754+10:00</updated><title type='text'>jadi kambing</title><content type='html'>shiengz is going to be a goat.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been eating green salad for breakfast for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues reckon i m turning into a goat. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum was sick, so we went to a pharmacy to get some meds. and i came across with this scales slider, what bmi are you, whats your height and how much u should weight...turns out that i m overweight!! ..and i need to be at least 52-54 to be consider as healthy...strike one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it. Besides that, i have been having aching arms as well, lack of excercise and constantly seating position at work contributing to fatigue..strike two. see...i probably should get up early to get some exercise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike three. i feel bad. my parents has been concerned about my weight. been constantly reminding me to lose some weight for health reason... probably should do something about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike three..i m out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more nasi lemak for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody be my gym buddy plz..i m so lazy...haih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-5623051615295833256?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5623051615295833256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=5623051615295833256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/5623051615295833256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/5623051615295833256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/07/jadi-kambing.html' title='jadi kambing'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-446664084103877643</id><published>2009-07-25T03:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T03:28:39.370+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik me luv'/><title type='text'>lykke li-time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m57pX0neh68&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/m57pX0neh68&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit tight, don't want to miss the show &lt;br /&gt;I hang on, don't want to miss my prime &lt;br /&gt;'Cause time will fly, upon my baby's back &lt;br /&gt;Time will fly, upon my baby's back &lt;br /&gt;Stay a while, my baby wants me to &lt;br /&gt;Don't you go, my baby begs me so &lt;br /&gt;But tide will dry, upon my baby's back &lt;br /&gt;Tide will dry, upon my baby's back &lt;br /&gt;I get weak &lt;br /&gt;I get weary &lt;br /&gt;I miss sleep &lt;br /&gt;I get moody &lt;br /&gt;I'm in thoughts &lt;br /&gt;I write songs &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love &lt;br /&gt;I walk on &lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed, my time is coming now &lt;br /&gt;Don't you go, my baby begs me so &lt;br /&gt;Time will fly, upon my baby's back &lt;br /&gt;Time will fly, upon my baby's back &lt;br /&gt;I get weak &lt;br /&gt;I get weary &lt;br /&gt;I miss sleep &lt;br /&gt;I get moody &lt;br /&gt;I'm in thoughts &lt;br /&gt;I write songs &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love &lt;br /&gt;I walk on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;div 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flies'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-1160704227297102400</id><published>2009-07-25T00:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:11:48.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Get on your dancing feet</title><content type='html'>cheerio cheerio....lol...just saying that for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling a bit of family warmth from the far east of the sea, lol..my mum and her sis are here for a visit...they brought us with the freshest fish from the deep sea, sabah's well known seafood speciality(chewah..), the sweetest mango you well ever find.. (from my KK home)(double the chewah..)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are here for holidays/shopping&gt;&gt; mega sales. -.- partially for that and partially to see my sis and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say.but it true. we are shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it runs in the family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day= i m not gonna teach your boyfriend to dance with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-1160704227297102400?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1160704227297102400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=1160704227297102400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/1160704227297102400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/1160704227297102400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-on-your-dancing-feet.html' title='Get on your dancing feet'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-2750750840796600201</id><published>2009-07-22T02:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:30:42.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>hello friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since we chatted, how have you been? what you been busy doing? Does Jayjay still walk you back home? i miss the walkways we used to pass by when we get groceries in Coles. i even miss Annie's ice cream and the grass that we always lay down to while chilling and eating some honeycomb ice cream. the pathway that we will take when we head towards class, the bakery that you would always have potato pie and double shots when we need it. that messy dance floor after 12pm. that unpleasant smell of the ladies toilet in the hall after a Thursday nite. those awesome days where we will hang out with some friends at Surfer's Paradise, checking out people sun bathing at the beach while that hot summer sun burn our feet. those nites being utterly drunk at the beach, while having a sing along like we dont care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss it so much that i m having second thoughts. coming back or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;having second thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-2750750840796600201?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2750750840796600201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=2750750840796600201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/2750750840796600201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/2750750840796600201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-7277576889394359961</id><published>2009-07-08T01:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:31:21.942+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik me luv'/><title type='text'>Feel good song of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/769atcL8rpc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/769atcL8rpc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz we are better off as two- frankmusik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-7277576889394359961?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7277576889394359961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=7277576889394359961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7277576889394359961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7277576889394359961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/07/feel-good-song-of-day.html' title='Feel good song of the day'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-7932165778681795854</id><published>2009-07-06T01:24:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:11:18.933+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik me luv'/><title type='text'>Metric-fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SlDOpSVXcfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/R7VycNtXC_c/s1600-h/folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SlDOpSVXcfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/R7VycNtXC_c/s400/folder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355007165634933234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metric come out with a new album called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fantasies&lt;/span&gt;. i just fall in love with them the moment i hear their songs, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;help i m alive&lt;/span&gt;. Their genre of music is a mixture of dance and indie rock, something that feels so 80's but yet it still relates back to our daily lives, an adolescent making transitions to adulthood, writing our own stories about pursuing love and facing pressures of our daily lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZEU41xdgDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/EZEU41xdgDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme sympathy-metric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hot, get too close to the flame &lt;br /&gt;Wild, open space &lt;br /&gt;Talk like an open book &lt;br /&gt;Sign me up &lt;br /&gt;Got no time to take a picture &lt;br /&gt;I'll remember someday all the chances we took &lt;br /&gt;We're so close to something better left unknown &lt;br /&gt;We're so close to something better left unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it in my bones &lt;br /&gt;Gimme sympathy &lt;br /&gt;After all of this is gone &lt;br /&gt;Who'd you rather be? &lt;br /&gt;The Beatles or the Rolling Stones? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, seriously &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna make mistakes, you're young &lt;br /&gt;Come on, baby, play me a song &lt;br /&gt;Like, "Here Comes the Sun" &lt;br /&gt;Come on, baby, play me a song &lt;br /&gt;Like, "Here Comes the Sun" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go, stay with the all-unknown &lt;br /&gt;Stay away from the hooks &lt;br /&gt;All the chances we took &lt;br /&gt;We're so close to something better left unknown &lt;br /&gt;We're so close to something better left unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it in my bones &lt;br /&gt;Gimme sympathy &lt;br /&gt;After all of this is gone &lt;br /&gt;Who'd you rather be? &lt;br /&gt;The Beatles or the Rolling Stones? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, seriously &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna make mistakes, you're young &lt;br /&gt;Come on, baby, play me a song &lt;br /&gt;Like, "Here Comes the Sun" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my favourites.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dead disco&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cEsr5Mm3JfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/cEsr5Mm3JfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance, popish, rockish?? eccentric??? combine all this ingredients..it just swallows me up and blows me away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-7932165778681795854?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7932165778681795854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=7932165778681795854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7932165778681795854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/7932165778681795854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-make-mistakes-we-are-young.html' title='Metric-fantasies'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SlDOpSVXcfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/R7VycNtXC_c/s72-c/folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-5515016720862760375</id><published>2009-06-30T00:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:48:27.359+10:00</updated><title type='text'>we were just kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SkjPH8TTcgI/AAAAAAAAAao/nHASJnWiz4A/s1600-h/IMG_8468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SkjPH8TTcgI/AAAAAAAAAao/nHASJnWiz4A/s400/IMG_8468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352755892482961922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing the peeps in Aussieland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while me, lost in work and other things as well. work is getting in fast pace motion soon..my pay is coming out tomorrow! thats the only thing that is getting me excited..i need..to feed...the need...to...SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan "slim" is still on. But not on progress yet. I got to admit, i m just too lazy to wake up in the morning. "there is no ugly women, only lazy women" ...lazy bumpers like me. haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh...i made chocolate brownies topped with vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup for my sister, for her birthday..it was so good. instant happy mood booster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been driving lately as well, with my new car, but i cant get rid of the fear of driving by myself, probably that fear is going to fade out in a couple of weeks. and i got to drive myself to work tomorrow! argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching transformers the other day, sitting at the third front row, didnt get the best seats, all the cinemas were packed, even gsc website hanged? thats how crazy people are for transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my cousin's baby, baby vanessa, uber super cute..she goes "uh oh" like the yahoo messenger.funny sound she makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out for more updates. here is shiela shiengz signing out. cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-5515016720862760375?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5515016720862760375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=5515016720862760375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/5515016720862760375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/5515016720862760375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-were-just-kids.html' title='we were just kids'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bPa71AWCS0/SkjPH8TTcgI/AAAAAAAAAao/nHASJnWiz4A/s72-c/IMG_8468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-3495038912907483954</id><published>2009-06-22T02:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:40:38.302+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A GIRL WANTS</title><content type='html'>i was at the Curve, and a sudden itch to shop occurs. oohhh look...70% off at Naf nafs. Oh..touch..too..50%....look at all the pretty pretty clothes..hahhh...the urge to shop is so clear. as i m reaching my purse. and i m thinking twice about spending those money. one more week till the cash is flowing in.paycheck goes KaChing! i m anxious.oh...the sound of that brand new shoe calling my name...shiengz..shiengz..so luring...so geram!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car is coming in next week..soon..and andrew says: " you are growing wings now." lol..i m away from my parents..and i m getting a car. anything could happen. honestly speaking i m more worry about the petrol i m going to spend than being excited about getting a new car. i think coz they keep on delaying the car..thats why the excitement died out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my new bachelorette's life. the life of a single, confident, working adult. sounds pretty exciting. i think i just passed the employer's test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is going to be a blast. its hectic. but i ll manage. good work brings self satisfaction. i think one month of working paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched two movies in a day. i wont watch a scary movie again. it just freaks me out. say no more!!! drag to hell is so gross!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-3495038912907483954?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/3495038912907483954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=3495038912907483954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/3495038912907483954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/3495038912907483954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-girl-wants.html' title='WHAT A GIRL WANTS'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-241785716622389412</id><published>2009-06-15T03:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:30:07.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>for some reason, i cant sleep..when i should be sleeping at this hour, what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps an unsatisfied soul that feels the need to socialise? or perhaps i should meet my friends some time soon? but i m always busy. right now i m really counting on getting my own car, so that i can work out my life more efficiently. maybe i feel the urge to get some privacy? should make a proposal to my parents so that i can get my own room and enjoy some sweet privacy instead of sharing rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the inner accountant, making cash space available for shopping. the shopping diva inside is screaming out loud, dying, crying out to feed the need to shop. meanwhile, here comes the health freak, saying you need to make allowance for fruits and veges..its important..true enough.then, you got to balance it out with the invester who look forward for the future. the cash collector that pays off all the bills. the beauty editor that demands good products for the skin. an overweight gym junkie stuck in A&amp;W coz she cant take his mind off the double mozza cheese burger. the socialite that cant seem to find suitable time for her friends..the workaholic that demands great work and constantly look out for opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.what a messed up mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should fork up some beneath my sleeves for that sweet loving privacy's sake. ahhhh..a place to call my own..nothing beats that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-241785716622389412?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/241785716622389412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=241785716622389412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/241785716622389412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/241785716622389412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/06/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469581758214121042.post-912376034235261593</id><published>2009-06-13T19:37:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:42:59.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>snow patrol-run</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vbSzy2mXGQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/8vbSzy2mXGQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great performance by snow patrol..it just make me speechless watching this video..kinda wish i was there to see them....the original is still better than leona lewis's version...feels like hippy kinda love surrounding the stadium..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469581758214121042-912376034235261593?l=justagurl23.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/feeds/912376034235261593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469581758214121042&amp;postID=912376034235261593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/912376034235261593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469581758214121042/posts/default/912376034235261593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagurl23.blogspot.com/2009/06/snow-patrol-run.html' title='snow patrol-run'/><author><name>justagurl23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814849512184707296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10442704048115503753'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>