<?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-2194490304000706657</id><updated>2011-12-19T13:46:19.320+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><title type='text'>pretty.dirty.mess</title><subtitle type='html'>"...if you want a happy ending, that depends of course, on where you stop your story..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5665119969020050440</id><published>2011-12-18T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:30:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the awesome things that I'm known for (ceh! :P), being a domestic goddess is not one of it. I'm not a good cook or should i rephrase that to "I can't cook". Up until my first year in Uni, the only meal i could cook with confidence is fried rice. I've been harboring desires to learn and get busy in the kitchen but the workload plus laziness hampered all attempts on my part. =_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However everything changed when SPM happened, and I was no longer a Kitchen Virgin. As the story goes, I stayed back in Pinggan-Pinggan for a couple of weeks to fulfill my duty as an SPM invigilator. With so much free time and the sudden appearance of recipe books everywhere (I've got Kak Asnah to thank for that. Those books are among our entertainment during the long hours of invigilating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this particular recipe called "Ayam Kelapa" caught my eye. Mainly because I recognize all of the ingredients and the steps are explained clearly. After 3 days of contemplation, I told myself "stop being a lazy ass and own that kitchen, woman!". On Sunday, Ani and I drove to Kota Marudu to buy the ingredients needed. Highlight of the day? I found out what &lt;i&gt;Daun Kari &lt;/i&gt;looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooking part was quite comical. Well, I was all alone without anyone to tell me if I'm doing things right. The outcome was quite unexpected. I would like to think that I pull it off! *happydance* The chicken didn't taste weird, it's a bit spicy (due to the &lt;i&gt;Cili Padi &amp;amp; Lada Merah&lt;/i&gt;) and there's a hint sweetness to it. (Really Jess? -_-) Sorry,&amp;nbsp; describing is not really one of my strong suit! Now, on to the pictures :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-csujV869CO8/Tu2tO03aMqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3xeaFu01H-4/s1600/Kota+Kinabalu-20111218-00579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-csujV869CO8/Tu2tO03aMqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3xeaFu01H-4/s320/Kota+Kinabalu-20111218-00579.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIC 1: This is hpw it's suppose to look like&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAg1ZbXnIQc/Tu2tS3QDJnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DzHYGzCmc8s/s1600/Pitas-20111205-00544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAg1ZbXnIQc/Tu2tS3QDJnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DzHYGzCmc8s/s320/Pitas-20111205-00544.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIC 2: JESS' VERSION (In Progress)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GLkc_JTJ7I/Tu2tXAht7uI/AAAAAAAAAhk/S36U4IHSo2A/s1600/Pitas-20111205-00545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GLkc_JTJ7I/Tu2tXAht7uI/AAAAAAAAAhk/S36U4IHSo2A/s320/Pitas-20111205-00545.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIC 3: JESS' VERSION (In Progress)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKCXojKjCco/Tu2tQ2wFPcI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/F4wPV1uE79U/s1600/IMG-20111205-00546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKCXojKjCco/Tu2tQ2wFPcI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/F4wPV1uE79U/s320/IMG-20111205-00546.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIC 4: JESS' VERSION (Completed)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also glad to report that there was no case of diarrhea afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is one thing I could get used to.&lt;br /&gt;One step forward. My next challenge is that banana cake recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck readers! :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5665119969020050440?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5665119969020050440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5665119969020050440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5665119969020050440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5665119969020050440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-step-forward.html' title='One Step Forward'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-csujV869CO8/Tu2tO03aMqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3xeaFu01H-4/s72-c/Kota+Kinabalu-20111218-00579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1172816745140494164</id><published>2011-11-22T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:14:01.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Of That Dinner (where I didn't win anything)</title><content type='html'>I'm such a procrastinator!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swamped with blogging ideas since my last post on November 7 but I put it off, and now i can't seem to remember a single thing about the so-called "ideas". Maybe it wasn't as interesting as I thought. Let's see...ermm...ermmm.. (thinking hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lightbulb moment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, I blogged about my dress-hunting plan for my school annual dinner. I decided to break away from the usual white, black, brown choice of dresses and opted for teal or turqoise. It's a wraparound dress - one that compliments my - uh - &lt;i&gt;curvy&lt;/i&gt; figure. Found it at a boutique in Wisma Merdeka at just RM 60. Here it is :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mM81AlScOmw/TssxbqgIWiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/UBRha6Uu3Z0/s1600/IMG_8070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mM81AlScOmw/TssxbqgIWiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/UBRha6Uu3Z0/s400/IMG_8070.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my most prized hunt goes to that pair of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;gorgeous nude pumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from Maylana Boutique. Good quality, comfortable and absolutely worth every dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;So it was a great dinner. It was held at Perkasa, Kundasang on a Saturday night - good food, good entertainment and it was great catching up with former colleagues who were invited as well. Here's one of me and a few of my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmnVwINByLk/Tss_BQYzwZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/VX0Oj77cSYw/s1600/IMG_8137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmnVwINByLk/Tss_BQYzwZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/VX0Oj77cSYw/s400/IMG_8137.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, i didn't win anything that night. Not even one of the lucky draw prizes -_-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we finally set foot at Sabah's very own &lt;i&gt;New Zealand&lt;/i&gt; aka Desa Cattle, in awe of the green EVERYWHERE, the cows and the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utwxPrv7rqk/TstBr4u787I/AAAAAAAAAgk/ibSafo8OgJg/s1600/IMG_8240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utwxPrv7rqk/TstBr4u787I/AAAAAAAAAgk/ibSafo8OgJg/s400/IMG_8240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my favorite shot is this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1QRs4OIJ1g/TstF_v1kHcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/V6CRTYpoxJI/s1600/IMG_8191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1QRs4OIJ1g/TstF_v1kHcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/V6CRTYpoxJI/s400/IMG_8191.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breathtaking view of the summit of Mount Kinabalu at 6.23 am taken from the balcony of our room at Nabalu Lodge, using a 50mm Canon lens. Gorgeous isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i win something next time =___='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1172816745140494164?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1172816745140494164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1172816745140494164&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1172816745140494164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1172816745140494164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-that-dinner-where-i-didnt-win.html' title='Of That Dinner (where I didn&apos;t win anything)'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mM81AlScOmw/TssxbqgIWiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/UBRha6Uu3Z0/s72-c/IMG_8070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-9172775432070022352</id><published>2011-11-07T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:20:26.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>On the brink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The long hols will start in two weeks. The year will end in about two months. At this time last year, I was still basking in the glory of graduation. I was winning with the world spinning at my will. On this day however, or night if to be more specific,&amp;nbsp; I'm not so sure anymore. I stand to lose a few things that matter. Things that make up the soul of &lt;i&gt;Jess Big Plan&lt;/i&gt;. Unless I do something about it. The hardest part there is. I made myself believe I wasn't a quitter. I told everyone the same thing. Right now, I am ashamed to admit that I just might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without trying harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without praying harder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Such conclusion would freak me out a year ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now, there's that unmistakable scent of surrender and acceptance. Hovering. Mocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I have it in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-9172775432070022352?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/9172775432070022352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=9172775432070022352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/9172775432070022352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/9172775432070022352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-brink.html' title='On the brink'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5161290492627452407</id><published>2011-10-03T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:34:09.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Small Joy: Butter Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It could be a smell, a flash of color, a smile, a coloring book or a phrase that immediately brings you back to a memory. Of little moments in the past, that hovers just beneath your consciousness. These deja vus are often heartwarming ones, or what some would say &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;'a small joy'.&lt;/span&gt; Well, I had THAT moment while grocery shopping at the supermarket this afternoon. I was looking for Oat Crackers when something familiar caught my eye....wait..wait for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;TADAAAAAAA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABM3b6no3iQ/TomvEjVFSOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AG76MqNL7qs/s1600/IMG-20111003-00313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABM3b6no3iQ/TomvEjVFSOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AG76MqNL7qs/s320/IMG-20111003-00313.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It's the &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Danisa Traditional Butter Cookies&lt;/b&gt;! I haven't had a taste since.....can't recall when was the last time but it was surely a LOOOONG time ago. I used to think the Danisa Butter Cookies as a "once in a blue moon" cookies because mum seldom bought it, but when she did, the box would be empty at the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPSzy3lBwSw/TomvIvzW4UI/AAAAAAAAAfk/exEYzuRB9rQ/s1600/IMG-20111003-00314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPSzy3lBwSw/TomvIvzW4UI/AAAAAAAAAfk/exEYzuRB9rQ/s320/IMG-20111003-00314.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;This particular sight never fails to take my breath away. Yummy yumm yumm!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA2knQOEieM/TomvKWPuJPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/frxyIinQcxI/s1600/IMG-20111003-00312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA2knQOEieM/TomvKWPuJPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/frxyIinQcxI/s320/IMG-20111003-00312.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So these are the types of the cookies in the box. Believe it or not, I just found out what they are today. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSgY8H5-250/TomvGqyvjKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s8Ueawtsv_0/s1600/IMG-20111003-00318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSgY8H5-250/TomvGqyvjKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/s8Ueawtsv_0/s320/IMG-20111003-00318.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This one's my favorite. Always have, always will. The Vanilla Ring cookie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love bumping into remnants of my childhood. This particular one reminds me of simpler times, when all I need to do to feel happy is have a Vanilla Ring Cookie, a hot Milo and my dog Tudy (now deceased). God and His little reminders! :")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5161290492627452407?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5161290492627452407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5161290492627452407&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5161290492627452407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5161290492627452407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-small-joy-butter-cookies.html' title='It&apos;s A Small Joy: Butter Cookies'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABM3b6no3iQ/TomvEjVFSOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AG76MqNL7qs/s72-c/IMG-20111003-00313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5695290061159693917</id><published>2011-09-22T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:38:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Girl Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfOV5piUiNU/TnqRgH9wf0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Lr_bUjCLojo/s1600/sofia-vergara-in-vera-wang-2011-emmy-awards__oPt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfOV5piUiNU/TnqRgH9wf0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Lr_bUjCLojo/s400/sofia-vergara-in-vera-wang-2011-emmy-awards__oPt.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Vergara's coral gown at the Emmys is a beauty. It hugs her figure perfectly and most importantly, it doesn't blend with the carpet. If only I have toned arms like hers, I would love to wear something like this to my school dinner. Which reminds me, I have one month to find the perfect dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other girls, I love dress-hunting but the stress that comes with it? urghh! The shoes comes next, and then what to do with the hair? what kind of make-up? Accessories? Can you feel me dawg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have a specific theme in my head. I usually determine one before going shopping. I miss shopping with the girls, now I have to do it all alone :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, wish me luck readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s TV shows such as Glee, Modern Family, The Vampire Diaries, House etc have returned. Here's to experiencing download frenzy everyone! ^.^ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5695290061159693917?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5695290061159693917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5695290061159693917&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5695290061159693917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5695290061159693917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-girl-thing.html' title='It&apos;s A Girl Thing'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfOV5piUiNU/TnqRgH9wf0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Lr_bUjCLojo/s72-c/sofia-vergara-in-vera-wang-2011-emmy-awards__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3227170264739870586</id><published>2011-09-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:23:01.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesscylopedia: Entry 1</title><content type='html'>I love how you could come across totally random information on the net with intended/accidental clicks on blog links, Facebook posts, tweets, etc. For instance, I was reading my Twitter timeline when this caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@staronline &lt;i&gt;Body odour? Gene disorder may be the culprit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not know that: there's an uncommon genetic disorder called the "fish-odour syndrome" that&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;probably causes some people to have "troublesome, unexplained body odour". Also, the scientific name for bad breath is &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;chronic halitosis&lt;/i&gt;. Rather than risk hurting your friend by telling her that she has bad breath, you might want to lessen the blow and say &lt;i&gt;"I think you have chronic halitosis. Might as well see the dentist". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I wouldn't know that our very own Miss Universe Malaysia 2011, Deborah Henry created giant waves in the recent Miss Universe pageant if it wasn't for those links on Facebook. Congrats Deborah! It's been awhile since our queens made it big in international pageants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I would like to highlight Miss Phillipines answer during the Top 5 Q&amp;amp;A. I like how she phrased her words to represent her belief and principle without being controversial. We all know how people sensitivities are easily pricked when it comes to religion issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a snippet of her answer to the question&lt;i&gt; - "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Would you change your religious beliefs to marry the person you love? Why and why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"..&lt;/span&gt;And I have my faith, my principles, and this is  what makes me who I am. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And if that person loves me, he should love my  God too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;BOO&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;SQUEALLLLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOCuOcySEZM/TnXs55aa2CI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sYSth8pFQZA/s1600/31628_397250878253_80329313253_3977157_6487890_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOCuOcySEZM/TnXs55aa2CI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sYSth8pFQZA/s320/31628_397250878253_80329313253_3977157_6487890_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Boo was another discovery while browsing Time.com. Yes, that's a real dog of Pomeranian breed who is a public figure on Facebook with 1,761,496 likes as of Sept 18. 9.11pm. Boo has a book titled "Boo: The Life Of The World's Cutest Dog" (currently in stores), has made appearances on TV in the US and list "wearing shirts" as his favorite pastime. +__+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a dog lover, check out Boo's facebook page and ogle the pictures. Urghh @_@ cuteness overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllllll.....I would love to ramble yada yada yada yada etc etc bla bla bla some more, but that will have to wait until Entry 2..or whenever I'm in the mood to write. Take care awesome people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3227170264739870586?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3227170264739870586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3227170264739870586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3227170264739870586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3227170264739870586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/09/jesscylopedia-entry-1.html' title='Jesscylopedia: Entry 1'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOCuOcySEZM/TnXs55aa2CI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sYSth8pFQZA/s72-c/31628_397250878253_80329313253_3977157_6487890_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-983932394802817025</id><published>2011-08-22T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:04:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dash Of Pink For The Grumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face	{font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teacher, mau tulis nama ka?”&lt;/i&gt; (On a scale 1-10, this always makes me mad. A nameless worksheet is pretty much USELESS!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Teacher, mau tulis ka tu?”&lt;/i&gt; (usually asked right after you JUST instructed them to write in the exercise book. Grrrrrrr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Teacher, buku apa mau guna?”&lt;/i&gt; (On the right side of the white board, the word “WRITING BOOK” is clearly written in capital letters.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teacher, hantar?”&lt;/i&gt; (When you’ve repeatedly told them to pass up their exercise book when the lesson ends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teacher, berapa haribulan hari ni?”&lt;/i&gt; (After a month of having to tell them that today is ___ of ______ 2011, I make it point to ask them before the lesson begins. There are still a few idiots who ask)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teacher, boleh kita masuk library/Bilik Akses/Makmal Komputer/?” &lt;/i&gt;(One after another will ask the very same question though I have just answered the person before in a LOUD and CLEAR voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teacher, pulang sudah ka?”&lt;/i&gt; (Students in my 12.50pm class are a restless bunch. Because I’m mean, I never let them off earlier than the official 1.30pm bell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But sometimes, despite being bombarded by the same idiotic questions everyday, there are those rare days in between when they simply reminded me of the joy of being a&amp;nbsp; teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teacher, saya siap!”&lt;/i&gt; said Kristus, who is not that bright but hardworking when pushed to the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Teacher, apa maksud ‘paddock’?”&lt;/i&gt; asked Fairul, who never finds English interesting (would rather stare into space) but after that one lesson of ‘Flipping Fantastic’, he makes it a point to understand every single word in the short story :’)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And one fine day, before I left my Form 1 class, a student came up to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Teacher, for you”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A single flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, the small joy. Thank you God, for the reminder ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-983932394802817025?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/983932394802817025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=983932394802817025&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/983932394802817025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/983932394802817025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/08/dash-of-pink-for-grumps.html' title='A Dash Of Pink For The Grumps'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3070498472889455625</id><published>2011-07-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:17:06.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hell Breaks Loose</title><content type='html'>22nd of July marked the first year anniversary of &lt;i&gt;Jess, the working woman&lt;/i&gt;. In the span of three months that I went M.I.A, a mixture of things happened. I know I'm a changed person. I have entered the profession because of passion, because I wanted to be an educator. However, there were a number of times that I wished I was someplace else doing something different. The workload, time, money and amount of energy spent at school and on the students are overwhelming sometimes. Even passion comes second when the spirit is battered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part? - the pay is just enough for a good living. Now that I've got &lt;b&gt;Jack&lt;/b&gt; ;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HFuA2zWbus/Tiv6Q6oIsjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gQW466pa6V4/s1600/282679_10150263497726306_816011305_7468086_6759408_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HFuA2zWbus/Tiv6Q6oIsjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gQW466pa6V4/s320/282679_10150263497726306_816011305_7468086_6759408_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my financial management has changed drastically. And shopping falls to the &lt;i&gt;'least important'&lt;/i&gt; section. From here now on, the main question when out shopping is &lt;i&gt;"Shoes OR Jeans OR Dress Or Make Up?"&lt;/i&gt;. Sucks right? but yeah, that's what adulthood is all about - balancing debts, wants and needs while enjoying life and the drama that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huarghhh , even I feel bored typing this particular post. Complaints and all that noise is not going to improve things, but at least I know I have something going on in life that's worth getting up to every mpr. Well, two cents to those who are just starting in the working world, make sure your financial management is on the right track. You don't wanna work just to settle the debts, that's a sad sad life ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ending this post with R.I.P dedication to the late Amy Winehouse. Thank you for the music Amy, hope it's better for you up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also a promise to blog as often as possible. Pinky Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now! xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3070498472889455625?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3070498472889455625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3070498472889455625&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3070498472889455625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3070498472889455625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-hell-breaks-loose.html' title='All Hell Breaks Loose'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HFuA2zWbus/Tiv6Q6oIsjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gQW466pa6V4/s72-c/282679_10150263497726306_816011305_7468086_6759408_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-917847296089684097</id><published>2011-03-27T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:40:27.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frost Complex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, I'm sorry I could not travel both"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my best friends once said to me "Everything &amp;nbsp;that has happened is an excuse for something else to happen". Do you believe that even the mere act of NOT taking out the trash at the usual time could cause a chain of reactions that leads to something bigger? One slip of the tongue, just one look at someone, maybe an accidental brush of the arm, or coincidently reaching for the same ketchup bottle on the rack. One thing lead to another and the next thing you know, you're at a tricky junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;Can I go back?&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people before us who have been there. They have grappled with the same fear, anxiety, unsureness Is this the right path?&lt;br /&gt;Should I brave the unknown?&lt;br /&gt;Some of them made it. Some of them didn't.&lt;br /&gt;But the question is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Are you going to make it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there is a Replay button at every tricky junction.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a magic mirror that tells you which road to take.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps what you are really asking for is not for God to turn back time or any of those Doraemon tricks.&lt;br /&gt;You just want an Off button.&lt;br /&gt;So that whichever road you choose to tread on,&lt;br /&gt;it will be devoid of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-917847296089684097?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/917847296089684097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=917847296089684097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/917847296089684097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/917847296089684097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/03/frost-complex.html' title='The Frost Complex'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2414587355769997478</id><published>2011-03-14T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:02:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello?..hellooooooooooo *echoes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow look at the date! It's been awhile aye? Miss me? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been away for so long that I feel the need to update you, dear readers, on the recent happenings in my life. o Assuming that you do care, cuz yeah, I've been out of the radar for like MONTHS which translates to DECADES in blogspeak:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here We Go In One Breath:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IhavegraduatedIhavefulfilledmylifelongdreamtobeaneducatormetnewamazingpeopleismaybeinloveand still as crazy as ever. I used to look up to my aunts (they were in their early twenties then) and thought, damn! they are so mature, so sure of themselves, so serious about work and yada yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHEWW! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And guess what? I'm turning 24 on the the 24th of March and I don't feel any different. Except that I have a clearer view of what I want in life. I still sucks in the budgeting department and I can't cook to save my life. Oh wait, there is another plus! I was looking through some old pictures this morning and it dawned on me that I finally got the thick hair that I've always wanted since I was 13 at the age of 23. My hair was so 'nipis' back then that it inspired my mum so much she named me "Besar Kepala" -_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I lived the first three months of 2011 purely on a leap of faith. There is drama once in a while. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it mends. I think it's God's personal apology for making me go through such a lame teen hood so He creates so much drama for me this time around :P Joke Joke..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bah, enough for ice-breaking post, Should have done this in January. Punyalah ketinggalan ~sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a good March people!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;P/s Pray For Japan. Pray for those who have lost their loved ones :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0yoBtQd2l8Y/TX2pi3xj9jI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CMDRgaa7icQ/s1600/bert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0yoBtQd2l8Y/TX2pi3xj9jI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CMDRgaa7icQ/s200/bert.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love always, Mrs Bert :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-2414587355769997478?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2414587355769997478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2414587355769997478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2414587355769997478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2414587355769997478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2011/03/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0yoBtQd2l8Y/TX2pi3xj9jI/AAAAAAAAAeo/CMDRgaa7icQ/s72-c/bert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-887587329888597880</id><published>2010-11-06T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:38:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“It's surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a little space in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;In it contains a lot of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;As I walked on without turning back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This tiny piece of memory will always be yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I will carry it with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;forever :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TNTcWMtguMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7AW9HYkKEFk/s1600/love.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TNTcWMtguMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7AW9HYkKEFk/s400/love.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-887587329888597880?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/887587329888597880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=887587329888597880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/887587329888597880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/887587329888597880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/11/topsy-turvy.html' title='I Remember'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TNTcWMtguMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7AW9HYkKEFk/s72-c/love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3069587131496665158</id><published>2010-10-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:58:07.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampled On</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cultural Sensitivity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Some people, like you, you and you flaunt the words around to serve your prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;As if I was born yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Aif I wasn't born HERE - Sabah. Negeri Di Bawah Bayu.&lt;br /&gt;So don't even dare to imply that I haven't considered all (if any) possibility of offending any types cultural sensitivity. Unless they are yours, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some people get worked up over a dance &amp;lt;&lt;i&gt;gulp&lt;/i&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;&lt;i&gt;gasp&lt;/i&gt;&amp;gt;. Modern dance, for instance does not, in any way, encourages osculation, fornication or wankinism or wayward thoughts. People dance for fun - &lt;i&gt;activities that are enjoyable or amusing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything screams the birds and the bees okay.&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up a little, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;Have the decency to inform me in advance before pulling the plug next time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Not after I've worked so hard (all that time and money) only for it be canceled in the eleventh hour.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm a &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;youngsinglenewt-----r &lt;/span&gt;doesn't mean I have no life nor does my forehead bears the initial &lt;b&gt;L.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt and embarrassment was too much. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me,&lt;br /&gt;How do you initiate change,&lt;br /&gt;when even baby steps get trampled on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3069587131496665158?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3069587131496665158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3069587131496665158&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3069587131496665158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3069587131496665158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/10/trampled-on.html' title='Trampled On'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4694784167939624227</id><published>2010-10-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:51:48.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TKdTWrCD_HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-HHBldBZukw/s1600/Hope2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TKdTWrCD_HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-HHBldBZukw/s320/Hope2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Hope is the Thing with Feathers - &lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hope" is the thing with feathers&lt;br /&gt;That perches in the soul&lt;br /&gt;And sings the tune without the words&lt;br /&gt;And never stops at all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sweetest in the gale is heard;&lt;br /&gt;And sore must be the storm&lt;br /&gt;That could abash the little bird&lt;br /&gt;That kept so many warm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've heard it in the chillest land&lt;br /&gt;And on the strangest sea,&lt;br /&gt;Yet never, in extremity,&lt;br /&gt;It asked a crumb of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a split second, I dared to hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A brief, happy summary of what could be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in the end, reality prevails.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;You will always be the one who got away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;As I will be too. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-4694784167939624227?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4694784167939624227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4694784167939624227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4694784167939624227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4694784167939624227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TKdTWrCD_HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-HHBldBZukw/s72-c/Hope2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1883591450061568676</id><published>2010-09-04T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:31:50.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always stand alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing dreams, painting stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always stand alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutting through the darkness,sewing on patches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always stand alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TIG7kg5rUNI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lIIRRAvX6HI/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TIG7kg5rUNI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lIIRRAvX6HI/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you get it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1883591450061568676?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1883591450061568676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1883591450061568676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1883591450061568676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1883591450061568676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/09/way-i-am.html' title='The Way I Am'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TIG7kg5rUNI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lIIRRAvX6HI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-8975990784434332149</id><published>2010-08-27T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:29:31.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning,  as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire  escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a month here in Pitas, I could look you in the eye and say, "I'm fine here" with so much honesty that it could make you cry at how much this whiny person has changed. After much soul-searching (for the lack of better term), I am so thankful to God for this opportunity to live my dream. Though it might not be a bed of roses with very few good days in between, I believe in good karma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have 25 teaching hours per week. Five classes (Form 1, Form 2 and Form 4). I've expressed my interest in teaching Form 4 and I got it, but Form 1 and 2?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dread!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fortunately, I was proven wrong. Dead wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a week teaching them, I realized that teaching the lower secondary students has its own charm. Kids have little inhibitions, eager for attention and they generally rock your life by making your lesson plans come true. Ask them to act, sing, dance, and mime, etc they will do it...just as long they &lt;b&gt;like&lt;/b&gt; you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Form 4 kids have so much potential, but with years of very minimum exposure to English, they need to work harder than most people.Can you imagine not knowing what a blog is in this digital age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's devastating!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gandhi once said, be the change you want to see in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baby steps, Jess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, I'm actually talking about serious stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher-talk suits me just fine, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All is fine and acceptable for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first salary which is around 3kplus is still untouched. (WIN!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not much but it's 100% mine :) All mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twirl now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because we have a lot to spin and skip about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-8975990784434332149?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/8975990784434332149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=8975990784434332149&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/8975990784434332149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/8975990784434332149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/08/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-566550242723283796</id><published>2010-08-09T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:51:15.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How You Remind Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, (especially in the past two weeks) I forgot WHY I'm here. &lt;strike&gt;Too busy being a whiny baby. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I need to remind myself WHY I'm here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reminder came to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TF9pDziJKwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/A3oZ5L-tGv0/s1600/Picture0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TF9pDziJKwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/A3oZ5L-tGv0/s400/Picture0063.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like, the big guy up there is trying to tell me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Stop moping"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember how and why you came to be here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TF9pHpFlxJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hkfajrtF5Ik/s1600/Picture0064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TF9pHpFlxJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hkfajrtF5Ik/s400/Picture0064.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s yang ini kira lucu juga la. Ada dua budak Form 3 came to see me during recess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cigu, ni present untuk cigu".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Aikk, cigu pernah masuk kelas kamu ka?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tida pernah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Jadi kenapa kamu bagi cigu hadiah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sebab kami mau rapat-rapat sama cigu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*speechless* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-566550242723283796?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/566550242723283796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=566550242723283796&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/566550242723283796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/566550242723283796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-you-remind-me.html' title='How You Remind Me'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TF9pDziJKwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/A3oZ5L-tGv0/s72-c/Picture0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7500251401351296382</id><published>2010-08-04T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T07:54:55.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlin' it ain't that easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a teacher now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A working woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freakin’ adult! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don’t feel like celebrating…yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been posted to a secondary school in the rural district of Pitas. The first thing that came to mind was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFML &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recurring theme of my first week here was MOPING. Even though the school turns out to be nice, the PK1 extremely helpful, the Kerani is super efficient, the teachers are friendly BUT somehow, I don’t feel settled. I don’t know what to expect other than the worst. I miss my family, my friends, and my dog. Well, starting over is a pain in the ass. You know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second week started on a good note. I finally got my table in the Teachers Room. The teachers I’m staying with are awesome housemates; they didn’t mind that I couldn’t cook. I hang out with two other new teachers at school – Tim and Diah. I think we are going to be good friends for a long time :) Have I mentioned that clean water is like&lt;b&gt; GOLD&lt;/b&gt; here? Even the school buys water for daily use. At one point, I’m gonna have to start buying water WHEN the huge well that they pumped water from runs out of uh, water (wow, that’s a lot of ‘water’ in one sentence) No, I haven’t seen the well and yes, we use water pumps here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the one thing I can’t stand is the unstable internet connection. There is no 3G coverage in this area; even Broadband of any kind is snail-slow. The school wireless connection is my only hope of going online but even that only works well for a few hours before the usual &lt;i&gt;“Server Not Found" &lt;/i&gt;crap. Oh, the fact that electricity goes out every few hours for at least ten minutes &lt;b&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/b&gt; is not helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m getting Streamyx in two weeks.  With internet, anything else is bearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of the situation is that I have waited and expected this (to be sent to an interior school) but apparently experiencing it is a whole different matter. Adjusting takes time right? Besides, I’m here for a reason. It is time to put the six years of higher education to use and produce my first batch of students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought alone is enough to get me through every day. (memotivasikan diri..hehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the little monsters already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I’m pretty sure Taylor (my dog) is missing me right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-7500251401351296382?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7500251401351296382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7500251401351296382&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7500251401351296382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7500251401351296382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/08/darlin-it-aint-that-easy.html' title='Darlin&apos; it ain&apos;t that easy'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3854640092700637208</id><published>2010-07-15T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:37:36.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiest Thing Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, it's embarrassing how much my Ma is still the same overprotective nag like she was when I was 12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten years ago:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Makan sayur banyak-banyak supaya kurang sikit jerawat ko"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Itulah ko tidak makan sayur. Tingu kulit ko banyak scar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten years ago:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Ko sudah minum susu ka?" &lt;/i&gt;She forced Nespray on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Ko sudah minum susu ka?&lt;/i&gt;" She forced Alpha Lipid on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten years ago:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Jangan lupa botol air ko atas meja"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm forgetful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Mama suda kasi sedia botol air ko. Jangan lupa lagi macam kemarin"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was in my final year in college and I still forget my "botol air". Old habits die hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten years ago:&lt;/b&gt; It's always fried rice and hot milo for breakfast. It always took her ten minutes to wake me up for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now: &lt;/b&gt;Toast bread and hot nescafe for breakfast. She knocks on my door &lt;i&gt;"E-C,&amp;nbsp; pukul 5.30 sudah ni, bangun!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She never let me, nor my little sister out of sight when we were little. I had to sulk for two days before she finally relented and let me go to my first camping trip. I don't have to ask for permission now but she still calls when I'm out - &lt;i&gt;"mau hujan lebat ni"&lt;/i&gt; which is mum-speak for &lt;i&gt;"be home early".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was one time when I went to a friend's house to watch &lt;b&gt;Titanic&lt;/b&gt;. It was 1998, I was 12 and Leonardo Di Caprio was a revelation. I didn't tell her because the friend's house is 2km away. She wouldn't allow me to walk on my own, you know, because &lt;i&gt;bad guys are everywhere&lt;/i&gt;. That's what she told me every day. I decided that Titanic would be worth braving the threat of bad guys and..uh head hunters. She flipped out when she got home from school and I wasn't there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that night.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relax ma&lt;/i&gt;, I said, &lt;i&gt;I only went to a friend's house&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ya, but I didn't know where you were and I was worried sick.Don't ever do that again..yada yada yada...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last year, I went on a trip to Penang. By bus. From Shah Alam. It was a wonderful trip. On the journey back to Shah Alam from Penang, it was near midnight and we are still on the road. She called every hour, asking where I was, how much longer until we reach Shah Alam. I got annoyed. &lt;i&gt;Ma, no need to freak out. The bus driver is driving slowly. &lt;/i&gt;It was near 3am when I got home at Shah Alam, &lt;i&gt;Now I can sleep,&lt;/i&gt; she said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dad called later in the afternoon, telling me that mum didn't sleep well last night worrying about me. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just, be careful ok, don't worry us so much,&lt;/i&gt; he said. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will do, pa. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am 23 now. Mum still cooks me breakfast. Forces me to eat veg. Calls me when I'm out, reminding me to be safe. Get on my case if I skip breakfast or shop too much. Nag me to sort out the ever expanding stuff in my room, tell me to keep my long hair or tone down the junk food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Between 1998 and 2010, a lot of things happened. The highlight? - I grew up. But for some strange reason, Mum never got that memo. To her, I'll always be that little girl that cuddles up to her at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I get it you know, I'll always be her little girl. Age is just a number anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I wouldn't it have it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 45th BIRTHDAY MUM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TD6orLnK_II/AAAAAAAAAc8/iosB7BhTN9c/s1600/19736_232644766305_816011305_3130563_797929_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TD6orLnK_II/AAAAAAAAAc8/iosB7BhTN9c/s320/19736_232644766305_816011305_3130563_797929_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3854640092700637208?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3854640092700637208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3854640092700637208&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3854640092700637208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3854640092700637208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/07/holiest-thing-alive.html' title='The Holiest Thing Alive'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TD6orLnK_II/AAAAAAAAAc8/iosB7BhTN9c/s72-c/19736_232644766305_816011305_3130563_797929_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1515214392849917215</id><published>2010-07-02T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:17:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a quick recap of what you can expect from some of &lt;s&gt;my &lt;/s&gt;your favorite TV series when they return a few months from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Gossip Girl : The case of love interest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;i. As we all know, Chuck Bass was shot in the season three finale. Fret not, he's alive and a "changed" man after his close encounter with death. He will have a new girlfriend, name unknown, and they will bump into Blair and Serena in Paris. &lt;b&gt;Clemence Poesy&lt;/b&gt; (pic below), who was in one of the Harry Potter movies, will play Chuck's new girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwYk3DXpKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/z2vtTr6fVtg/s1600/clemence_poesy_1237739814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwYk3DXpKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/z2vtTr6fVtg/s320/clemence_poesy_1237739814.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;ii.&amp;nbsp;Lover boy&amp;nbsp;Nate who has slept with every girl on the Upper East Side will also have a new love interest. &lt;b&gt;Katie Cassidy&lt;/b&gt; (pic below. wow, she's so&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Serena!&lt;/i&gt;) of &lt;i&gt;Melrose Place&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fame, had been casted to play this role. I wonder where the writers are going with this. Nate haven't had his own storyline since Season Two. Well, a storyline that doesn't involve falling in love with a new girl and getting effed up by the girl in the end. Boring! and Chace can't really act. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwbt7HOMuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mIyLIPyWEMk/s1600/katie-cassidy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwbt7HOMuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mIyLIPyWEMk/s320/katie-cassidy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Season Four &lt;/b&gt;of Gossip Girl will return on &lt;b&gt;September 13th.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Glee : The dentist and Charice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;i. Emma told Will that she's dating her dentist in the season 1 finale. Lo and behold, &lt;b&gt;John Stamos&lt;/b&gt; will be playing the dentist! I bet the character is a douche. Looking at his picture did nothing to lessen that suspicion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwc9S7n1yI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4nnH9JvnfkQ/s1600/20050227_dur_r34_348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwc9S7n1yI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4nnH9JvnfkQ/s320/20050227_dur_r34_348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;ii. The super talented &lt;b&gt;Charice Pempengco&lt;/b&gt; has joined the Glee cast for season 2 as a recurring character. Playing an international transfer student, Charice, whose character's name is yet to be released, will be Rachel's new rival, maybe something like the Rachel-April rivalry in the first half of season 1? Since Charice is just as good as Rachel, vocal-wise, how about personality-wise? We'll just have to wait and see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwediNF4HI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-gymwILP4jA/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwediNF4HI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-gymwILP4jA/s320/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;iii. Another &lt;b&gt;yeay&lt;/b&gt;? There will be a Brittany-centric episode in the new season. This is by far, the &lt;/span&gt;best.move.ever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;by the writers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwgNlIGbmI/AAAAAAAAAck/k_81ZLv0f7s/s1600/Glee_Brittany_Heather_Morris_Fox.263w_350h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwgNlIGbmI/AAAAAAAAAck/k_81ZLv0f7s/s320/Glee_Brittany_Heather_Morris_Fox.263w_350h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favorite Brittany line: "Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; of Glee will return in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Septembe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;r. Premiere date has not been specified yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. House - Huddy and a new doctor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;House and Cuddy will 'engage in a meaningful relationship". I've been waiting for Huddy to happen since three seasons ago. The writer sure made us wait! Furthermore, expect Dr. Cameron to make few appearance, Thirteen won'be around and a new female doctor will join the team. Awesome~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwhwwNQM-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/yEa-CzKSgJw/s1600/premiere-spoiler-pic_510x340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwhwwNQM-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/yEa-CzKSgJw/s320/premiere-spoiler-pic_510x340.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's the Season 7 premiere picture released by CW. Huddy on vacation!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Season 7&lt;/b&gt; of House will return in &lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;. Premiere date has not been specified yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Supernatural - Reunited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The gist of the new season as released by the CW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Season six will be a season of mystery and shadow... monsters, angels and demons roam across a lawless and chaotic landscape. And so Dean Winchester, who has retired from hunting and sworn never to return, finds himself being pulled back into his old life — pulled back by none other than Sam Winchester, who has escaped from Hell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; The two reunite to beat back the rising tide of creatures and demon-spawn, but they quickly realize that neither are who they used to be, their relationship isn’t what it used to be, and that nothing is what it seems.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed it, Castiel and Bobby will return as..Castiel and Bobby. Apparently both are alive! Excited yet? Emmm, i'm more on the curious side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwph1H2g-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/s__T9GC72Mc/s1600/dean20and20sam201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwph1H2g-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/s__T9GC72Mc/s400/dean20and20sam201.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favorite picture of Sam and Dean from Season 1. No, they are not boyfriends on the show, they are brothers! ~roll eyes~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The sexy Winchesters will return for &lt;b&gt;Season Six&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;September 24th.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;These updates are legit and confirmed as of 1st of July 2010 as released on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1788994861"&gt;TV FANATIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvfanatic.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;and several other official sites of the aforementioned shows :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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/2194490304000706657-1515214392849917215?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1515214392849917215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1515214392849917215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1515214392849917215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1515214392849917215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-things-tv.html' title='All Things TV'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCwYk3DXpKI/AAAAAAAAAcE/z2vtTr6fVtg/s72-c/clemence_poesy_1237739814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5544028821107735774</id><published>2010-06-30T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:23:23.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Truth: 2 - Cooking Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Dear Diary,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am domestically challenged. I mean , I'm great at keeping the house clean and the garden pretty but do you want to know which part of the house that I dreaded the most? - no, it's not the attic. It's the kitchen! Before hitting puberty, I have no doubt that KITCHEN is&amp;nbsp;synonymous&amp;nbsp;to EATING. You go in there for breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and supper, heck yes, life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That was until I was told that girls should know how to cook. Just like how they should wear skirts, have long hair and smell nice. I never take cooking seriously during my high school years, mostly because my mum cooked all the time, just enough for a family of four. I did, however, acquired the skill to cook fried rice without using onions. Because I hate onions..then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm partial to it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, my lack of cooking skills or talent never bothered me. I'm not a choosy person, I eat whatever is on the table. Except veggies of course with exceptions to few types of vegetable. Certainly no leafy greens because I have sensitive gag-reflex. I do make a mean spaghetti once in a while. I've improved a lot since my first attempt two years ago. Other than that, I really don't know how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was sharing a house with five other girls in Shah Alam, all of them are cooking monsters! I realized just how behind I am in the cooking department. I didn't know how to prepare &lt;i&gt;'Ayam Masak Merah" &lt;/i&gt;or the &lt;i&gt;"Sayur Kailan dish"&lt;/i&gt; or any type of soup for that matter! I usually play Assistant Chef, because I'm THAT bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bad, like how bad. you ask? I have no idea how long to wait until you throw in the veg or chicken or whatever in the pan. How much salt? Chicken cubes? How are they suppose to look like when they are thoroughly cooked? (for fried chicken/fish). So I know what celery is, but what is it for? Now that I do know what the celery is for, another question follows like, how do I prepare it? or what type of dish that should have celery in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This girl is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;TOTAL FAILURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I bet that's what you're thinking now. Yes, this is for real, you better believe it. Ask &lt;a href="http://luvmeb4its2l8.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dedz &lt;/a&gt;if you want further clarification. Cooking is my ultimate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kryptonite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm graduating with ANC in November but I can't cook if my life depends on it. That's a serious crime to womanity!&lt;i&gt; ~gasp!~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my fault obviously. I haven't been paying attention to Mum all this while and I haven't really initiated anything. I &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;learn how to cook &lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; want to cook in the first place. It's really time to get greasy in the kitchen. Take-outs and eating out is fine when you are single, but once married, you don't want to feed your guy with McD all the time, especially when the said guy have a cooking maestro for a mother. Not that I'm getting married or cooking for anyone other than the family anytime soon..heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't worry future husband, I am learning now. Slowly. I'm not as ignorant as I was two years ago. In fact, I'm getting better. I made my first chicken soup yesterday. My sister said &lt;i&gt;"ok bah".&lt;/i&gt; I trusted her judgement because she is a fickle bitch when it comes to food. A better cook than me too! Now, there are mum and dad to impress. Urghhh, daunting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, I'm actively googling simple recipes online. Mum is busy with school so she can't really give me a one-on-one tutoring. It's okay, Youtube takes care of that. See if I transformed into&amp;nbsp;Rachael&amp;nbsp;Ray 2.0 in a year's time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCrDNBPIuZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbFfdHkJPyY/s1600/uuu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCrDNBPIuZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbFfdHkJPyY/s320/uuu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Or maybe I should just marry a chef.&lt;/s&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/2194490304000706657-5544028821107735774?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5544028821107735774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5544028821107735774&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5544028821107735774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5544028821107735774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/06/naked-truth-2-cooking-woes.html' title='The Naked Truth: 2 - Cooking Woes'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCrDNBPIuZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbFfdHkJPyY/s72-c/uuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7171672955990788388</id><published>2010-06-25T18:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:32:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;WARNING: THIS IS AN ECLIPSE-CENTRIC POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all, there are a few things that you should understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've never been ashamed to admit that I'm a TWILIGHTER. Yes, I'm a fan but don't expect me to buy a twilight mug,&amp;nbsp;key chain&amp;nbsp;or stickers because my obsession has its limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I have read the books. Yes, I've seen Twilight The Movie and New Moon The Movie, only liking the former because the latter bored me to tears. Or maybe it's because the novel itself is mostly about Jacob, and I don't give a rat's ass about Jacob.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No matter how pretty Taylor Lautner is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of Taylor Lautner and Jacob, I'm a certified Team Edward. I've never defected, not even when they made Edward look like a starving boho in New Moon The Movie and have a half-naked Jacob prancing around in every damn scene.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I would like to remind you though, being a Team Edward doesn't mean I'm team Rob Pattinson. I love Rob &lt;b&gt;when &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;because&lt;/b&gt; he plays Edward Cullen. Of course R&lt;i&gt;ob-when-he's-not-Edward&lt;/i&gt; is not that bad at all, mainly because he's dating Kristen Stewart aka Bella...&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="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCRzvjKkgAI/AAAAAAAAAak/fIjaQsNkfqY/s1600/normal_60866449aguiterrez6242010105119PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCRzvjKkgAI/AAAAAAAAAak/fIjaQsNkfqY/s200/normal_60866449aguiterrez6242010105119PM.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;who just happens to be my favorite &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Red Carpet Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I've been following her red carpet style since Twilight and her choice of LBDs, gowns and shoes is always on the mark. I won't discuss her acting style or talent but she plays Bella perfectly, which is why I don't get why people mocked her Bella as being &amp;nbsp;"too awkward" &amp;nbsp;when Bella Swan is suppose to be &lt;i&gt;AWKWARD&lt;/i&gt;. I know right, duh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyway, I managed to catch the Eclipse Premiere in L.A early this morning via the live streaming on E!Online. I wanted to see what Kristen would wear. Well, it wasn't exactly love at first sight. My first thought was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The back view is stunning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR6l-ZVx4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/pi-h55gJQ9E/s1600/kris1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR6l-ZVx4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/pi-h55gJQ9E/s320/kris1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;but the front view? The one-sided long-sleeve leaves me cold and speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR6m_8vILI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QNlhMsG3-lM/s1600/kris2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR6m_8vILI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QNlhMsG3-lM/s320/kris2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;but Kristen still looks &lt;b&gt;AMAZING! &lt;/b&gt;if you can ignore the long-sleeve though -__-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click here to gawk at some of her best Red Carpet looks:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/photos/gallery.jsp?galleryUUID=1443#78026"&gt;KSTEWLOVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, if you happen to be a Robsten shipper, here's a little something for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;he Robsten Bubble Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR9t6iM2gI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QlV0qQRp5pc/s1600/robsten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR9t6iM2gI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QlV0qQRp5pc/s400/robsten.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please don't flame me for the above comment about not being Team Rob Pattinson. He's a pretty attractive guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What, you want more? Okay, here's another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The infamous grip of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR9xaccorI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KzSxZD4Gvso/s1600/twilightxchange-hq12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR9xaccorI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KzSxZD4Gvso/s320/twilightxchange-hq12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;just one more to conclude the post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR9yg5FAfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vEkEsl52Fvk/s1600/krisrob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCR9yg5FAfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vEkEsl52Fvk/s320/krisrob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So listen up Malaysians, Sabahans and Kota Kinabalu-ians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Twilight Saga: Eclipse premieres on the 8th of July 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you hate Twilight and think it's ridiculouslamegayboring or whatever.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you have got to be at least curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you wouldn't be reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;What do I think of Beauty Pageants? =&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pretty girls parading pretty dresses. Wow, look at her crown! ~gasp~! She won? ~gasp!~ Oh my, I love her hair!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Obviously the first thing that we look for when assessing Beauty Pageant contestants is the marks of a beauty like &lt;i&gt;blinding smile&lt;/i&gt;? check! &lt;i&gt;eyes like the sun&lt;/i&gt;? check! &lt;i&gt;Tall?&lt;/i&gt; che&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ck!&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="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;If all above checks out, the second round of assessment ensues. A bit difficult this one, maybe that's why most people never bothered to look further than the first round because really, how do you judge or measure intangible qualities&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;such as personality, confidence level and brains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Obviously when on stage, everyone brings their A-game, so the only way to know for sure is to mingle with the potential Queens in a casual setting and prepared to be awed or vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself in the form of an exclusive invite to the Miss Earth Sabah Dinner, thanks to Mr. Dinoza Mahruf and my BFF, &lt;a href="http://luvmeb4its2l8.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dedz&lt;/a&gt; who thought that it would be awesome to have some life outside of the Induction Course that nearly killed us all. We managed to convince &lt;a href="http://amoramorelvie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Elvie aka The Twin&lt;/a&gt; to join and that's how the three of us ended up sitting at a table at The Roof Restaurant on the 15th June 2010, feeling all giggly and stupidly&amp;nbsp;awkward! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;We found out later that instead of just taking photos with the Miss Earth Sabah finalists, we were also given the privilege to interview them. Now that's a surprise bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Though i only managed to talk to four finalists (May, Fiona, Lydia and Melody) it's enough to conclude several FAQ about BP that have been hovering in my head all this while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The first one that i talked to was May Salitah, a sweet soul who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;is bent on promoting tree-planting culture to the masses, especially to young children. Anyone who have met and talked to her will agree with me on this - that she's a friendly, confident and articulate lady who seems to be genuinely passionate with her cause.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, it's not really a surprise when she was crowned as the 2010 Miss Earth Sabah on the 20th June:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLOdABQI8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/PoqSFSYZ6VQ/s1600/DSC05090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLOdABQI8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/PoqSFSYZ6VQ/s400/DSC05090.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLQLf-sJII/AAAAAAAAAaM/6pz6YKp8T8o/s1600/may.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLQLf-sJII/AAAAAAAAAaM/6pz6YKp8T8o/s400/may.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Picture credit to Miss Earth Sabah Official Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second finalist, Fiona is also as passionate as May when it comes to promoting environmental causes in which her main concern is to work on eradicating the rubbish-throwing culture of the city people. I mentally applauded this because let's face it, though a city, Kota Kinabalu has yet to embrace the "Bersih Tanpa Sampah" mentality. Meanwhile, Lydia, a licensed diver and a graduate in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;field of&amp;nbsp;Environmental&amp;nbsp;Science expressed her interest in preserving the cleanliness of the coastal area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Think of Tanjung Aru and you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was also really impressed with Melody who feels that change should begin from the individual. Walk the talk and the rest will naturally follow. It's akin to the butterfly effect, very &amp;nbsp;inspiring! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came to the conclusion that Sabahans can be rest assured that our Miss Earth Sabah winners truly, wholly embrace the concept of "Beauty With Brains" or in the context of Miss Earth pageant&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;atural beauty -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unblemished, immaculate and refreshingly natural".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Congratulations to the winners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLcxWMevpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/brD-yne70rA/s1600/34441_403481554141_696559141_4486614_2454098_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLcxWMevpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/brD-yne70rA/s400/34441_403481554141_696559141_4486614_2454098_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture credit to Miss Earth Sabah Official Page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make us proud &amp;nbsp;at the Miss Earth Malaysia Finals!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My post has gotten ridiculously long but it wouldn't be appropriate to end it without mentioning our meeting with Miss Earth Malaysia 2009, Mandy Nandu, an amazing, down-to-earth lady and again to Mr. Dinoza Mahruf, whose effort of promoting this event by reaching out to the Sabahan Bloggers deserves another round of applause from us who were lucky enough to be there ^_^. Honto ni arigato!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLfU1l-H_I/AAAAAAAAAac/LeeafuAOypU/s1600/gg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLfU1l-H_I/AAAAAAAAAac/LeeafuAOypU/s400/gg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture credit to Miss Earth Sabah Official Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As for you, yes you! and of course, me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Play your part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heed the call&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Protect our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Mother Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Till the next post,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;xoxo :)&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/2194490304000706657-2181952370492947948?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2181952370492947948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2181952370492947948&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2181952370492947948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2181952370492947948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-glam-and-gorgeous.html' title='Green Glam And Gorgeous'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/TCLOdABQI8I/AAAAAAAAAaE/PoqSFSYZ6VQ/s72-c/DSC05090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3873376506810167168</id><published>2010-06-13T13:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:33:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoil You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a proud Gleek, I'm really satisfied with the season finale. Of course New Directions didn't win Regionals, Vocal Adrenaline was far more superior with their mash-up performance. What I didn't expect was them (New Directions) not getting a place at all, and their crestfallen expressions was really painful to watch. &lt;i&gt;~sob~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other things did fall into the right places. Quinn and Puck's baby girl end up in the arms of Shelby, who is going to be an amazing mum, if her &lt;i&gt;i-want-a-daughter&lt;/i&gt; speech is anything to go by. Finn and Rachel - finally getting together. Will and Emma - possibly getting together next season but not without complications. Emma's dentist, the one she's seeing after breaking up with Will,&amp;nbsp; will make an appearance in Season 2. We've got a love triangle people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for Kurt and Mercedes, they will be getting new love interests next season. Now that will be fun to watch! My ultimate wish is for Mike aka The Other Asian to have more speaking lines. Be involved more in the main storyline. Hook him up with Brittany, whatever, just don't waste his potential! Other than that, I love how the writers humanizes Sue, despite her crazy bitch antics. She's capable of compassion and empathy to a certain degree (yeay!)&lt;br /&gt;I love how she stood up to Olivia's scathing comments on the New Directions kids. Olivia branded them as talentless with 'illusions of grandeur' ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"But they are just kids" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue is right. They are just kids doing something that they love with gusto. You don't shoot them down by criticizing them with venom, constructive feedback is always the way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for the best performance by New Directions this season? I'll have to go with the Regionals performance. &lt;b&gt;That's a perfect 10 for vocals and heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh tizzles, I'm going to miss &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Do come soon Season 2 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for real life, I got an A for my AE aka thesis. To be honest, I think I would die if I get less than an A. Read &lt;a href="http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/04/want.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, it's a tribute to my depression in the course of completing AE..haha. The thing is,&amp;nbsp; I have put everything that I've got into it (&lt;i&gt;kunun-kunun la&lt;/i&gt;) that it would be a crime to not expect a good grade :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I saw this on my final examination result slip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ANC (VICE CHANCELLOR AWARD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I made it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s Please excuse the hints of self-congratulatory. I'm so happy beyond words now. Please take note that this is not a daily occurrence, both in this blog and real life :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3873376506810167168?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3873376506810167168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3873376506810167168&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3873376506810167168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3873376506810167168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/06/spoil-you.html' title='Spoil You'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1842882570533884861</id><published>2010-06-02T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:20:35.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a story of about a girl and a series of unfortunate events involving a piece of clothing called the g-string or least known as thong, often confused with sandals by some people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first incident took place at her college dorm. Or more precisely, the toilet. The girl recently came into the possession of a cute GS with diamond straps. Fake diamonds &lt;b&gt;AS &lt;/b&gt;the straps and not &lt;b&gt;ON&lt;/b&gt; the straps. So what happen was, after shopping at the mall the entire day and stubbornly ignoring toilet calling due to her determination to crash every outlet with a &lt;b&gt;SALE &lt;/b&gt;sign, her bladder finally rebelled just as she got out of her car at the hostel parking lot. So she ran for her life, I mean, the toilet. She gets there in time, pulled down her jeans in haste and then &lt;i&gt;SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! &lt;/i&gt;she watched in horror as the diamond straps..well..you know..snapped. It's a good thing that she was wearing jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second one is quite crazy. You know when you gather your laundry and one or two or more piece of clothing might slip through your hands. Yeah, that happens when you don't use the laundry basket. Her little cousins were playing nearby with the family dog..who happens to love chewing things. Among the piece of clothing that miraculously slipped through her jelly fingers was a GS, her sister's shorts and her cousin's pink pajama. The family dog wasted no time appreciating his new playthings. The girl and her little cousins &lt;i&gt;wrestledjumpedroared&lt;/i&gt; to save each piece and when they finally did, the girl's youngest cousin, a 7 year-old boy holds up the GS and said, &lt;i&gt;"alaaaa, ini santut tinggal tali-tali lagi"&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the said 'santut' is perfectly intact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*facepalms*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are other incidents. Minor ones though. Which she refused to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he he &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's like that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs50/f/2009/271/b/d/It__s_hard_to_be_a_toy____by_AngelDj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs50/f/2009/271/b/d/It__s_hard_to_be_a_toy____by_AngelDj.jpg" width="320" /&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/2194490304000706657-1842882570533884861?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1842882570533884861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1842882570533884861&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1842882570533884861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1842882570533884861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/06/gasp.html' title='Gasp!'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-578027301391296021</id><published>2010-05-26T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:24:11.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xCPzRr5XQV8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/xCPzRr5XQV8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@_@ cuteness overload :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin Bieber. I get why people like him. In the 90's, the 15-year-old me would have gone crazy over him. I grew up in the boy band era, so that saaaaays a lot about my &lt;b&gt;acceptance&lt;/b&gt; of the growing force that is Bieber. The song "Baby" is not so bad, it's the perfect song to listen to when you are bathing your dog (or is it just me?). The other song "One Time" used to be my breakfast song. You know, the one you sing along to while having your caffeine fix?. Indah got me addicted to the other song, the duet with Sean Kingston. Yesterday, that song was on repeat the entire time while doing laundry. Damn, that scared me for a second.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DO NOT LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER. I HAVE NOT BEEN BIEBERIZED.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh did I just spelled 'Bieber' right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~panic~ panic~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fortunately, one thing I've learned throughout the years, just enjoy feel-good music when you hear one. Bieber might be a kid, overplayed, overrated, whiny voice, stupid hair and bla bla bla but if his sugar pop song makes your day a bit better why not just..feel?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's too short to take a pop song seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above all, I still prefer my Ingrid, Robin, Buble, Leona and Jason, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-578027301391296021?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/578027301391296021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=578027301391296021&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/578027301391296021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/578027301391296021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/05/bebeh.html' title='Bebeh'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7234222058930000598</id><published>2010-05-12T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:42:51.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;CHAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Anyone who reads my blog, my tweets and my Facebook status probably knows that I'm an avid Gossip Girl fan. I blogged about the Season Two Finale in which Chuck finally confessed his undying love for one Blair Waldorf. In this Season Finale, Chuck and Blair holds the spotlight again with one BIG question mark : "Will Blair meets Chuck at the top of the Empire State Building?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My guess? YES. But Blair won't make it on time. She will probably have a last minute epiphany and runs off to the building only to find Chuck gone. Hey, it's 7.01pm! "My heart is closed for you forever" - sounds lame but when Chuck said it, it's perfect. I love Chair but there's no way a second happy ending is lined up for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I am happy to be proved wrong. PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;GLEE.&lt;/b&gt; When did Rachel get so annoying? I liked her in the first half of the season and then she just got...annoying! But I love her voice, except that weird tortured expression she get going on when she sings. My current favorites are Brittany and Santana - especially Brittany. Girl is just so clueless!!!! hahahaha! Emma is adorable and Sue, oh SUE! My favorite TV bitch. Nothing brings it like Sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;TAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I've got a tan, doesn't look good on me. The sight of my own skin peeling off is tragic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;STOLEN&lt;/b&gt;. Someone stole my favorite vintage blouse from the hostel laundry room. I hope you trip and fall and break your nose!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/b&gt;. My Red Devils ended up second in the EPL. Don't fuckin' gloat in the comments or I might cyber-bitchslap you. ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;CONFIDENCE.&lt;/b&gt; My life will never be the same when this week ends. I've always wondered about the extent of my confidence when it comes to things that are not...well, my thing. But one thing for sure, I will NOT let myself down. I'm going to do this for me, and whatever the outcome is, I will make sure that I have ABSOLUTELY nothing to regret. Amen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;DRAMA QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I got voted as the Drama Queen at the recent B.ED TESL Cohort 3 Farewell Dinner. Not because I am one in real life, just that I used to act on stage. I miss those drama days :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S-qaZz-9qhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nN4Gh3I_uSk/s1600/29756_408015692072_561432072_4786969_8159876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S-qaZz-9qhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nN4Gh3I_uSk/s320/29756_408015692072_561432072_4786969_8159876_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's it for now....waitt there's one more. I got my first blog award from Dedz and Manda!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will blog about it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till the next post, tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-7234222058930000598?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7234222058930000598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7234222058930000598&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7234222058930000598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7234222058930000598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/05/naughty-bites.html' title='Naughty Bites'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S-qaZz-9qhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nN4Gh3I_uSk/s72-c/29756_408015692072_561432072_4786969_8159876_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6612750307551082659</id><published>2010-05-01T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:43:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;candy roses unicorns and babyblues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;B.Ed TESL is over and done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, unofficially lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But still,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reaching the finishing line after what feels to be forever and never-ending,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;is really, truly fulfilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This calls for a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;VICTORY LEAP! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S9v-iUJZ8GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QPjqmPJpAKo/s1600/DSC01496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S9v-iUJZ8GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QPjqmPJpAKo/s320/DSC01496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-6612750307551082659?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6612750307551082659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6612750307551082659&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6612750307551082659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6612750307551082659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/05/over-and-out.html' title='Over and Out.'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S9v-iUJZ8GI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QPjqmPJpAKo/s72-c/DSC01496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-180421887025543637</id><published>2010-04-17T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:50:36.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Hope deceives more men than cunning does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Vauvenargues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr270/petulaoceangoat/blog%20mar%2009/rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr270/petulaoceangoat/blog%20mar%2009/rain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want something I probably will not get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not because I don't deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because for some reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I want something so bad (&lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;bad),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Circumstances always find a way to mess it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got no lucky stars to save me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lost cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired of being disappointed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the mocking whys and hows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired of healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gaping hole always takes forever to mend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope is a dirty word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even faith is a nasty accomplice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I try&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;to want it so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven or whatever will let me have it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because if it doesn't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I die a little each time.&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-180421887025543637?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/180421887025543637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=180421887025543637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/180421887025543637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/180421887025543637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/04/want.html' title='Want.'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr270/petulaoceangoat/blog%20mar%2009/th_rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1295785356627893345</id><published>2010-04-07T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:07:01.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up And Smell The Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S7xotD2TYVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1MLbIefSCdM/s1600/tumblr_kpwk9sjXle1qzakqso1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S7xotD2TYVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1MLbIefSCdM/s400/tumblr_kpwk9sjXle1qzakqso1_400.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do not lose your knowledge that man's proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Check your road and the nature of your battle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's yours&lt;/b&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/2194490304000706657-1295785356627893345?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1295785356627893345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1295785356627893345&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1295785356627893345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1295785356627893345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-and-smell-coffee.html' title='Wake Up And Smell The Coffee'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S7xotD2TYVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1MLbIefSCdM/s72-c/tumblr_kpwk9sjXle1qzakqso1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-584725660942590187</id><published>2010-03-30T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:47:23.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VAIN.VAIN.VAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TESL RETRO NIGHT 26/04/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My muse: Megan Fox:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S7FzAUbN7VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/q7HzIpFQVjM/s1600/DSC04734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S7FzAUbN7VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/q7HzIpFQVjM/s320/DSC04734.JPG" width="241" /&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/2194490304000706657-584725660942590187?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/584725660942590187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=584725660942590187&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/584725660942590187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/584725660942590187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/03/vainvainvain.html' title='VAIN.VAIN.VAIN'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S7FzgWhubqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/T-EzqqNEShQ/s72-c/megan-fox-letterman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2782935247060060245</id><published>2010-03-25T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:14:00.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S6rXTVszgfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hI4VTMCFEHo/s1600/tumblr_ku0eoozIIZ1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S6rXTVszgfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hI4VTMCFEHo/s320/tumblr_ku0eoozIIZ1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my life, summarized in one single illustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As of today, March 25 2010. 11.24 am, I have about a month and half left to my final semester :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time does fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, March 24 2010, as the clock strikes 12, hello world, I'm a 23-year-old. It was a memorable birthday because it was also the day I turned in the first completed draft of my research paper (&lt;i&gt;the thing that I've given my everything to, in fact it's the most important thing in my life right now&lt;/i&gt;) after weeks of dodging my supervisor. The only tragedy of the day is the fact that my parents actually forgot my birthday. It's okay, they will make it up to me..he he he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I realized that people have started asking me "bila ko mau kawin?", especially at weddings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me getting married is not happening anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hence the matchmaking attempts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Someday, when I'm ready, on my own terms, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Relax will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since this is a belated birthday post, perhaps some reflection of the years gone by should be included. Well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the crazy workload,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the non-existent social life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the nonboyfriendness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite some shitty incidents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a better, stronger, &lt;strike&gt;hotter&lt;/strike&gt;, and happier person that all of the past Jessicas combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jess ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You frickin' pwned life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/2194490304000706657-2782935247060060245?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2782935247060060245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2782935247060060245&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2782935247060060245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2782935247060060245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/03/shine-on.html' title='Shine On'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S6rXTVszgfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hI4VTMCFEHo/s72-c/tumblr_ku0eoozIIZ1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7032685360038084986</id><published>2010-02-11T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:14:26.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S3PC3bta0qI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZVG27EYWrY8/s1600-h/5199_94310164442_693609442_1830077_7778756_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S3PC3bta0qI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZVG27EYWrY8/s400/5199_94310164442_693609442_1830077_7778756_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you think Shakespeare is the master of wordy love, then you haven't read Elizabeth Barrett Browning :)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Do I Love Thee - Elizabeth Barrett Browning&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I love thee to the depth and breadth and height &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I love thee to the level of everyday's  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I love thee with the passion put to use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I love thee with a love I seemed to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I shall but love thee better after death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful and Honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect vow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/b&gt; people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-7032685360038084986?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7032685360038084986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7032685360038084986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7032685360038084986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7032685360038084986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-because.html' title='Just Because.'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S3PC3bta0qI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZVG27EYWrY8/s72-c/5199_94310164442_693609442_1830077_7778756_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4614469659710931477</id><published>2010-02-07T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:09:49.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lalalalalalalalala..it's been awhile! Finally I get to sit down and blog about this thing before my train of thought wander off again. The lack of updates is not due to the lack of happenings (trust me, plenty of stuff happened) it's just that my blogging muse went MIA for a while. I don't know about you, but if I can't tell a story right, I wouldn't even attempt to write it. Instead, I'll just hang back and wait until until the sensation of flowing words return. Wouldn't want you to read a crappy piece nor would I subject myself to the crime of taking 10 minutes of your precious time. God, I'm rambling! I've always been a talker. I mean, I'm pretty sure I talked a lot and laughed even more on daily basis. It wouldn't be too presumptuous to see myself as a ray of sunshine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waittttttttttt, this is not entirely about me and my temperament. That's just..uh..warming up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go ahead and roll your eyes -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hihihihihihihi &amp;lt;-------(&lt;i&gt;genuine laugh. Notice the absence of LOL&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeez, I even type my laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm crazy like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I went shopping with my cousins yesterday. It was a Saturday = crowded malls = no parking = traffic jam. The usual. It's totally like NYC on weekends. So, we were on our way to Palm Square when I saw this girl. She was wearing a tight black leggings with a baby tee. A normal sight right? but the said tee is tight AND short = leaving her crotch area &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; defined, outlined and...just..exposed...bulging. Don't get me wrong, I think leggings are heaven-sent because they work great with just about anything but DO COVER YOUR JUNK. No one wants/should see that. It's an awkward sight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I thought that was awkward, this next girl is even more horrifying. She was wearing a too tight &lt;b&gt;WHITE&lt;/b&gt; leggings. &lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt;, VPL. You could practically see the outline of the whole panty, could even make out the ribbon on the panty BAND (she was in front of me on the escalator)&lt;b&gt; Second&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;appearance of the&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt; cameltoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (google if you don't know what it means). Enough said. If that's not embarrassing, I don't know what is&lt;i&gt; ~shivers~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leggings can be amazing when you know what goes well with it. It can also go horribly wrong when you &lt;b&gt;don't;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; get the right size that fits you appropriately. People can certainly see if they are too tight on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; make sure that your crotch is at least mostly covered. Long top, short dresses, skirts etc are a total go but always remember that short and very tight shirts are&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a bad idea with leggings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen many looks that include leggings as part of the attire. Sexy, cute, comfortable, edgy, retro, hip, are pretty adequate adjectives to describe them. The sky is the limit. Flaunt it if you've got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just remember to cover your junk.&lt;/b&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: center;"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya, I've got to post this DIY christmas card from BFF &lt;a href="http://luvmeb4its2l8.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dedz&lt;/a&gt;. She's awesome in all things new,old and borrowed. &lt;i&gt;(Note to Dedz: I just got this a few days ago.The Inanam Post Office must have worked effingly slow during the hols. Love the card, esp the greeting..hehe)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S25iB5gz4dI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jSUtO_X-NQ8/s1600-h/Image0472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S25iB5gz4dI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jSUtO_X-NQ8/s400/Image0472.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see, I am, indeed,&amp;nbsp; a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;ray of sunshine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good week people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-4614469659710931477?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4614469659710931477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4614469659710931477&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4614469659710931477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4614469659710931477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/02/mall-porn.html' title='Mall Porn'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S25iB5gz4dI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jSUtO_X-NQ8/s72-c/Image0472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-8621204509296558059</id><published>2010-01-10T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:11:19.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Recollection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S0nTXCMZTaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9W-egmdDFwY/s1600-h/tumblr_ktgn4vCZ1s1qa5pgfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S0nTXCMZTaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9W-egmdDFwY/s400/tumblr_ktgn4vCZ1s1qa5pgfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN&lt;/b&gt; years ago, when I was 13, I've had the world's HUGEST/BIGGEST/HUMONGOUS crush on this boy who always sat in front of me during Sunday Mass. He had this &lt;i&gt;Freddie-Prinze Jr-look&lt;/i&gt;, you know,&lt;b&gt; tall&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;twinkly eyes&lt;/b&gt;. I remember feeling breathless whenever our eyes met and that crazy thudding of my heart whenever he's in close proximity. I used to bombard my sister with questions like "so did he look at me today?" or "you think he noticed my new hair?" &lt;b&gt;GAH! Perasaaaaaan betul&lt;/b&gt;. I don't think he was even aware of my existence, he always looked so pensive!&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;and cute and wonderful&lt;/s&gt;. I didn't know his name so I named him &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuzer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In the year of 2000, my favorite code word was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kuzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuzer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; itu, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuzer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ini. He was practically everywhere - my diary, notepad, doodles, the sky, the moon, the sun, my dreams - see, my crush was pretty hardcore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On a beautiful Sunday morning in December 2000, I discovered his real name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adrian Ambrews.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But I never saw him again after that Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mimang teda jodoh! ~haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wherever you are Adrian, God Bless You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;(n_n)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-8621204509296558059?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/8621204509296558059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=8621204509296558059&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/8621204509296558059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/8621204509296558059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-recollection.html' title='Random Recollection'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S0nTXCMZTaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9W-egmdDFwY/s72-c/tumblr_ktgn4vCZ1s1qa5pgfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1267049943665238868</id><published>2010-01-04T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:58:54.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S0Gr-OeR88I/AAAAAAAAAXE/O36wxqDAzWw/s1600-h/tumblr_ktipy2HrMZ1qa7sivo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S0Gr-OeR88I/AAAAAAAAAXE/O36wxqDAzWw/s400/tumblr_ktipy2HrMZ1qa7sivo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Semester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a TESL-ian have commenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1267049943665238868?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1267049943665238868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1267049943665238868&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1267049943665238868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1267049943665238868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2010/01/counting-days.html' title='Counting Days'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/S0Gr-OeR88I/AAAAAAAAAXE/O36wxqDAzWw/s72-c/tumblr_ktipy2HrMZ1qa7sivo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7969602166623255824</id><published>2009-12-31T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:42:56.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suan Tian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;pretty.dirty.mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; year old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday dear blog! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, this is my last post for 2009. It has been one hell of a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bitter sweet. Jump and fall. Chocolate-Peria (huh?) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got no complaints, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only good memories to cancel out the crappy insignificant ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's your NY resolution Jess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike last year, I've only got &lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;for 2010..that is to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;MAKE THINGS HAPPEN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The Slogan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Szxq5YihKyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6GMbggn920I/s1600-h/tumblr_kvepwwicne1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Szxq5YihKyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6GMbggn920I/s320/tumblr_kvepwwicne1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A bit of Enthusiasm&amp;nbsp;and Determination won't hurt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 2010 people!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SzxucgYtp6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/3MWW0y2kzA4/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SzxucgYtp6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/3MWW0y2kzA4/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;CHEERS:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2194490304000706657-7969602166623255824?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7969602166623255824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7969602166623255824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7969602166623255824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7969602166623255824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/suan-tian.html' title='Suan Tian'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Szxq5YihKyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6GMbggn920I/s72-c/tumblr_kvepwwicne1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-8137089798283939605</id><published>2009-12-24T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:21:51.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SzLaZn4kBbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/lJ9XbN21kg4/s1600-h/tumblr_kuvnuo9tNM1qa1b6xo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SzLaZn4kBbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/lJ9XbN21kg4/s320/tumblr_kuvnuo9tNM1qa1b6xo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Have a Merry (almost) Christmas! ^_____^ v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WHY I HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;RT CHRISTMAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Family Gathering at Tambunan&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There are 33 people in Grandma's house this year. Everyone's home for&amp;nbsp;Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Gift Exchange&lt;/span&gt; (Always the highlight of Christmas morning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Barbecue&lt;/span&gt; (eat!eat!eat!eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Party All Night Long&lt;/span&gt; (nobody sleeps before at least 1am, even the kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;click!&amp;nbsp;snap* click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of cute poses, candid moments and wasted people &lt;i&gt;he he he&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Christmas Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Movie date with little cousins&lt;/span&gt;. (this year, it will be a Thai horror movie, but they didn't know!&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;~evil laugh~&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Sing along to Jingle Bell Rock &lt;/span&gt;(my favorite Christmas tune!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Because it's almost impossible to be sad on Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Everything (everyone) is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;, green, happy, laughing and glowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, serif, georgia; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, in this holy season of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;prayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and song and laughter, we praise you for the great wonders you have sent us: for shining star and angel's song, for infant's cry in lowly manger. We praise you for the Word made flesh in a little Child. We behold his glory, and are bathed in its radiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with us as we sing the ironies of Christmas, the incomprehensible comprehended, the poetry made hard fact, the helpless Babe who cracks the world asunder. We kneel before you shepherds, innkeepers, wisemen. Help us to rise bigger than we are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, serif, georgia; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-8137089798283939605?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/8137089798283939605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=8137089798283939605&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/8137089798283939605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/8137089798283939605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/wait-is-over.html' title='The Wait Is Over'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SzLaZn4kBbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/lJ9XbN21kg4/s72-c/tumblr_kuvnuo9tNM1qa1b6xo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5308106836099828390</id><published>2009-12-21T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:58:16.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking On Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sy83T2zzMvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MA3AxY5NaXc/s1600-h/tumblr_kugp1nhfK71qzhoxqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sy83T2zzMvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MA3AxY5NaXc/s400/tumblr_kugp1nhfK71qzhoxqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I RAN SHIRTLESS WITH A CONDOM BCOS I HAVE AMAZING BOOBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what's yours? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;=What could possibly go wrong today? Let me count the ways=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Rain ruined your laundry&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;"crap!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dog ate your breakfast&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;"demmit!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Condescending pricks&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;"eff you!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Where-is-the-damn-thing-i-thought-i-put-it-here-yesterday-did-somebody-mess-with-my-stuff??&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;"scheeeet!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Black outs @ power cuts in the middle of the day &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;"WTF?WTF!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Why is she NOT dead yet?&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;omg, I'm going to poke my eyes out if she is not dunzo by the next episode"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Neighbor's radio is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; waaay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; too loud at 7 in the morning &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;"grrrrr!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in December, things can get..overwhelming in little ways that gets your panties in a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rise to the occasion, grumpy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;CHILL &amp;amp; LAUGH HARDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5308106836099828390?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5308106836099828390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5308106836099828390&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5308106836099828390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5308106836099828390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='Walking On Sunshine'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sy83T2zzMvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MA3AxY5NaXc/s72-c/tumblr_kugp1nhfK71qzhoxqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3292793865489166033</id><published>2009-12-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:53:25.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogito, Ergo Sum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is not a self-absorbed entry. Rest assured that this blog is gag-reflex friendly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read without care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn5CttEG8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/V_ObE4OBHgc/s1600-h/tumblr_kufx82vC0s1qa04clo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn5CttEG8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/V_ObE4OBHgc/s320/tumblr_kufx82vC0s1qa04clo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Fact #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With the obscene amount of time spent in virtual/academic world, house chores accomplishments are strangely fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn5iQDcYYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BxokoM5nvG8/s1600-h/tumblr_kuja86rI7n1qasre8o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn5iQDcYYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BxokoM5nvG8/s320/tumblr_kuja86rI7n1qasre8o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Fact # 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why oh why didn't I think of doing this instead of leaving the question unanswered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Math used to be a nightmare :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn7yjYdNxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/n-mueQJ25Kg/s1600-h/tumblr_kpsah9ZpP91qa2lobo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn7yjYdNxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/n-mueQJ25Kg/s320/tumblr_kpsah9ZpP91qa2lobo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Fact # 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If such notice exists, I'd say it's invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn8yllsBeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IGEqtEF5Xzk/s1600-h/5087_98911286305_816011305_1982098_3768559_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn8yllsBeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IGEqtEF5Xzk/s320/5087_98911286305_816011305_1982098_3768559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Fact # 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When facing the assault of camera flashes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd do b!ch face before showing them pearly whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Fact #5 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is beautiful in a heartbreaking kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; You have your way. I have my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; it does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...............................&lt;i&gt;fin&lt;/i&gt;..................................... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3292793865489166033?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3292793865489166033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3292793865489166033&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3292793865489166033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3292793865489166033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/cogito-ergo-sum.html' title='Cogito, Ergo Sum'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Syn5CttEG8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/V_ObE4OBHgc/s72-c/tumblr_kufx82vC0s1qa04clo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6932684777567391178</id><published>2009-12-09T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:58:30.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futue Te Cockroaches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fucking hate cockroaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They just pop out of nowhere!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, I was happily watching Supernatural&amp;nbsp; on my laptop and suddenly two cockroaches emerge from behind the screen, onto the keyboard and threw me off my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how it happened but I was so shocked that I fell off my chair and landed ass first on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Repelled beyond words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad heard the commotion, saw the cockroaches and thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad can be so insensitive sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pissed &lt;i&gt;tahap matahari&lt;/i&gt; and it increased tenfold when the said cockroaches were still wandering around my study table. I really want to beat both to death but then I'm gonna have to clean up the gooey smelly mess of the remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right &lt;b&gt;EUWWWWW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I waited for about 10 minutes before the cockroaches &lt;i&gt;sauntered&lt;/i&gt; down the table and out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;^#&amp;amp;^#&amp;amp;^@%#&amp;amp;^!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six reasons why I hate cockroaches:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. yes, they pop out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. they are hideous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I heard that if they pee on your eyes, you'll turn blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. they fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. they bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. they don't go away even if you say "shoo!shoo!" or make growling noises. Rats will run away but these punks will charge ahead like nobody's business. They are not afraid of you, instead they swing that tentacles defiantly as if saying "I own you bitch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sx9eaPFYJUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1AwvS5EPRgc/s1600-h/dead-cockroach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sx9eaPFYJUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1AwvS5EPRgc/s320/dead-cockroach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fucking hate cockroaches.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-6932684777567391178?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6932684777567391178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6932684777567391178&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6932684777567391178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6932684777567391178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/futue-te-cockroaches.html' title='Futue Te Cockroaches!'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sx9eaPFYJUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1AwvS5EPRgc/s72-c/dead-cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6793043153005500529</id><published>2009-12-06T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:51:13.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup Of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxuAR91U-0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Z_lwlYk1tx8/s1600-h/glee1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxuAR91U-0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Z_lwlYk1tx8/s320/glee1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt; on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's easily the best new show of 2009 (I'm bias, I know) but what is there not to love about &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest, I wasn't a fan before because the plot summary didn't appeal to me. I remember muttering to myself "Oh great, now we have high school musical on TV" &lt;i&gt;~roll eyes~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What possessed me to change my mind you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;onedayigotboredandsincei'monholidayineedanextradistraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A friend recommended &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, why not right? If the pilot episode tanked, I could always split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it didn't and I never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, the plot may lack originality. Since it's set in a high school, you could pinpoint the usual suspects. However, it takes nothing away from the show. The singing is flawless, my personal favorite (so far) is &lt;i&gt;It's My Life/Confessions&lt;/i&gt; mash-up and the group rendition of Nelly's &lt;i&gt;Ride with Me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each episode is a delightful mix of humor, drama, tension,&amp;nbsp; a bit of angst and positive moral values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;High School Musical has nothing on &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The villain is in the form of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sue Sylvester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll get down on my knees and worship the ground that she walks on because she takes the meaning of wicked bitch to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've never felt so much need to punch a TV character until her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There have been plenty of shows that started strong and then fell from the peak of their first few episodes. &lt;b&gt;Glee &lt;/b&gt;shows no signs of faltering. And even if it does, the twelve episodes that I have seen will stand among the best of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's official, I'm in &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-6793043153005500529?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6793043153005500529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6793043153005500529&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6793043153005500529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6793043153005500529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-cup-of-tea.html' title='My Cup Of Tea'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxuAR91U-0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Z_lwlYk1tx8/s72-c/glee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6620273370523508034</id><published>2009-12-04T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:15:30.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Nice Of A Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I avoid confrontations like the plague. I play nice most of the time. I'm lucky that people are nice to me most of the time. People who matter of course. Last week, Nice Jess soared to an all time high. You see,&amp;nbsp; I decided to terminate my Friendster account as some of my friends have canceled theirs. Let's face it, cool 20-somethings don't do Friendster. Elaborate? Irrelevant, because you know why. Bah, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my FS Cancellation form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxiuC_SvTsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NGLifCmpZHc/s1600-h/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxiuC_SvTsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NGLifCmpZHc/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Initially, I ticked the "I switched to another social networking Site" box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So naturally I have to list the site that I switched to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebook.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then it hit me. &lt;i&gt;Punya kasian the FS admin kalau dorang baca ni&lt;/i&gt;. People snubbing their site for another. I felt even worse reading the &lt;b&gt;benefits &lt;/b&gt;of having a FS account listed above the cancellation form. &lt;i&gt;Besa-besa ja ba tu benefits, camana mo kasi kalah Facebok kan?&lt;/i&gt; I'm pretty sure it's there to beg people to stay with FS, but once you've had the taste of FB you know you can never go back. (&lt;i&gt;Dramatik kan?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I only ticked the box that says "My friends stopped using Friendster". Hope it softens the blow a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds crazy. Hell even I think I'm crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thaaat nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always between two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either &lt;i&gt;bagussssssss betul&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;jahaaaaatttt gila babz&lt;/i&gt; depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxiznuYB5pI/AAAAAAAAAUU/415ZoYw_zdQ/s1600-h/cancel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxiznuYB5pI/AAAAAAAAAUU/415ZoYw_zdQ/s400/cancel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way, I always get the job done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-6620273370523508034?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6620273370523508034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6620273370523508034&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6620273370523508034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6620273370523508034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-nice-of-disease.html' title='Too Nice Of A Disease'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxiuC_SvTsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NGLifCmpZHc/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6243742833841644768</id><published>2009-12-03T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:01:46.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best things in life are free. Yes and No. I'm on the fence. I love money. I love the simple pleasures&amp;nbsp; of life. A combination of both makes the world go round. I'm a realist like that. Anyways, that's not the point of this post. I found this "happy list" while stalking some girl's tumblr. It made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 30 Most Satisfying Simple Pleasures Life Has to Offer&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Sleeping In on a Rainy Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– As the rain beats lightly against the window, you nestle your head deeper into your pillow.&amp;nbsp; The sound is soothing and your bed feels like a sanctuary.&amp;nbsp; There is no place you would rather be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Finding Money You Didn’t Know You Had&lt;/b&gt; – You reach into your pocket and find a $20 bill from the last time you wore these jeans.&amp;nbsp; You aren’t rich, but you are richer than you were a second earlier.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Making Brief Eye Contact with Someone of the Opposite Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– You pass him (her) on the street or in the subway.&amp;nbsp; He (she) glances up at you momentarily, making direct eye contact in a way that seems to communicate a subtle curiosity.&amp;nbsp; For a split second it makes you think… and then it’s gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Skinny Dipping&lt;/b&gt; – There is something mysteriously liberating about being naked in a body of water.&amp;nbsp; You are naked, but it feels natural, a sense of unrefined freedom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Receiving a Real Letter or Package via Snail Mail&lt;/b&gt; – E-mail has become the primary source of written communication.&amp;nbsp; Most snail mail these days is junk mail.&amp;nbsp; When you check the mail and find a real letter or package from someone you know, excitement overtakes you as you tear into this rare gift.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Making the Yellow Light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- It’s one of the most common simple pleasures, the act of beating the pack.&amp;nbsp; As you blaze through the yellow light you glance in your rearview to see all the cars behind you stopping at the red light.&amp;nbsp; Yes!&amp;nbsp; You made it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Telling a Funny or Interesting, True Story&lt;/b&gt; - One of the most enticing roles you lead in life is that of the storyteller.&amp;nbsp; You love to share stories, especially those that will captivate your audience with deep curiosity and humor.&amp;nbsp; There are few things more satisfying than telling a true story that others enjoy listening to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Seeing a Friend Stumble Over Himself&lt;/b&gt; – As you walk across the street with your friend, he fails to accurately address the curb on the other side.&amp;nbsp; He trips and stumbles around momentarily before regaining his footing, then swiftly attempts to play it off like nothing happened.&amp;nbsp; This can be a hilarious sight if the moment is right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Hearing the Right Song at the Right Moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- It doesn’t matter what the setting is, hearing the right song for that moment is one of those simple pleasures in life that instantly lifts your spirits. You could be driving home from work, hanging out at a bar with friends, or jogging. When the right song rattles your ear drums the entire meaning of life seems crystal clear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;The First Sip of a Beverage When You’re Thirsty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– You just finished mowing the lawn or taking a long jog.&amp;nbsp; The only thing on your mind is an ice-cold glass of water.&amp;nbsp; When you are really, really thirsty, that first sip of any liquid beverage is sheer bliss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Catching a Glimpse of Bare Skin on the Opposite Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– For guys, it’s when the waitress bends over a little too far.&amp;nbsp; For girls it’s seeing that buff guy in a Speedo.&amp;nbsp; Either way, when you see a bit more skin than you were expecting on the opposite sex, you can’t help but to smirk on the inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Saying the Same Thing Simultaneously&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– There is a moment of silence.&amp;nbsp; Then all of the sudden you and your friend blurt out the same exact set of words simultaneously.&amp;nbsp; This rare occurrence is something to smile about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;The Pull-Through Parking Spot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– You pull into a parking spot and are delighted to see the availability of the parking spot immediately in front of you.&amp;nbsp; You pull through to the spot in front so that when you return to the car you can drive forward out of the parking spot.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because driving backwards is a pain in the butt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Realizing You Have More Time to Sleep&lt;/b&gt; – Something abruptly awakens you and you think it’s time to get up.&amp;nbsp; Then you squint over at your alarm clock and realize you still have 2 more hours to sleep.&amp;nbsp; A warm euphoric feeling shoots though your body as you glide gracefully back to your dreams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;People Watching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– Sitting there on your bench you can see people in every direction.&amp;nbsp; Tall people, small people, thin and plump.&amp;nbsp; Blond, brunette, and redhead alike.&amp;nbsp; Each of them has a different stride and a unique expression.&amp;nbsp; As you drift from body to body you are mesmerized by what you see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Putting On Clothes Straight from the Dryer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– As soon as the dryer buzzes, you pull out your clothes and put them on.&amp;nbsp; They feel soothingly warm on your skin and emit a fresh-scented aroma into the air.&amp;nbsp; A sentiment of ease comes over you as you head out to conquer the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;A Familiar Smell&lt;/b&gt; – You just pulled into your parent’s driveway and opened the car door.&amp;nbsp; You haven’t been home in a long while.&amp;nbsp; You smell familiarity in the air, the scent of a large pine tree in the neighbor’s yard.&amp;nbsp; As you head through the front door, more familiar smells consume your senses.&amp;nbsp; Gosh, it feels good to be home…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;The Feeling You Get When Your Idea Works&lt;/b&gt; – You have been struggling to resolve a complex problem all day and you just can’t seem to get it right.&amp;nbsp; Filled with frustration, you decide to exercise one last idea before calling it a night.&amp;nbsp; You’ve had many ideas before that failed miserably… but this time it works.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Fresh, Clean Bed Sheets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– You yank at the corner of the bedspread to create just enough space to slide your body under the freshly cleaned sheets.&amp;nbsp; The sheets feel cool to the touch.&amp;nbsp; Everything seems so clean, like nobody has ever slept in this bed before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;A Beautiful View&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– As the car veers around the side of the mountain you gaze out the passenger window.&amp;nbsp; It’s a clear, sunny day and you can see the entire valley below filled with wild flowers and bright green vegetation.&amp;nbsp; The scenery reminds you of something you once saw in National Geographic.&amp;nbsp; But here it is live, right before your eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Reminiscing About Old Times with Your Closest Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– Pink Floyd once said “the memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime”.&amp;nbsp; There is no simple pleasure more satisfying than recounting the greatest moments of your life with your closest friends who lived these moments alongside you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Receiving an Unexpected Compliment&lt;/b&gt; – It’s been an average day.&amp;nbsp; Nothing really great has happened, but nothing terrible occurred either.&amp;nbsp; This monotonous day has put you in a dreary mood.&amp;nbsp; Unexpectedly, an older, attractive lady taps you on the shoulder, calls you “handsome” and says she loves your shirt.&amp;nbsp; The day just got a whole lot better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Having a Good Laugh&lt;/b&gt; – Laughter is the greatest cure of all.&amp;nbsp; Life is extraordinary in the moments when you are laughing so hard you can barely breathe.&amp;nbsp; These moments of deep laughter are divine in the sense that they cleanse your mood and set your mind on a positive track.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;The Feeling After a&amp;nbsp;Healthy Workout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- It’s a giddy feeling of self accomplishment; the one true activity that actually makes you feel better and look better simultaneously. When you walk out the front door of the gym you are on top of the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;The Celebration in the Instant Something Makes Sense&lt;/b&gt; – Even now that it has explained to you for the third time, you just don’t understand how it works.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else seems to understand but you.&amp;nbsp; Then out of the blue the dots connect in your mind.&amp;nbsp; You finally get it, and it feels great!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Relaxing Outdoors on a Sunny Day&lt;/b&gt; – As you relax sprawled out in a lawn chair, the sun warms your skin and a light breeze keeps the temperature comfortable.&amp;nbsp; Birds are chirping merrily in the trees behind you.&amp;nbsp; You are at complete peace with the environment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Holding Hands with Someone You Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– Every time she grabs your hand you are overcome with an awareness of how much she means to you.&amp;nbsp; Holding hands is sensual and physically intimate, yet subtle.&amp;nbsp; There are few people you allow to hold your hand, so when it happens you can be sure that the moment is special.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Playing in the&amp;nbsp;Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– Water marvels people of all ages.&amp;nbsp; From jumping in puddles as a child, to doing cannon balls in the pool as an adolescent, to&amp;nbsp;enjoying a cocktail&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the Jacuzzi as an adult… water is enjoyable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Making Someone Smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– You notice that your colleague has been under a great deal of stress with meeting a deadline, so you take it upon yourself to complete one of her indirect responsibilities for her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As soon as she realizes what you did, she comes into your office with a big smile on her face.&amp;nbsp; “Thank you”, she says.&amp;nbsp; You just hit two birds with one stone, because making her smile just made your day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;Finishing What You Started&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– You just finished up a big project you’ve been working on for the last few months, or maybe you just finished your first marathon… Either way, you finalized what you set out to accomplish.&amp;nbsp; The feeling of self accomplishment you get when you finish what you started is by far one of the most rewarding simple pleasures life has to offer. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I have to disagree with skinny dipping. It's not so much about peeping toms, more like fear of 'water creatures" (euwwwwwwwww!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God, I take too many things for granted sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for the reminder.&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/2194490304000706657-6243742833841644768?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6243742833841644768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6243742833841644768&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6243742833841644768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6243742833841644768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-grace.html' title='Say Grace'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5768474264558609818</id><published>2009-11-29T14:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:02:04.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxIhOdcaZvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zsfoEmKgTLI/s1600/387272_IMG_2915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxIhOdcaZvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zsfoEmKgTLI/s400/387272_IMG_2915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409422634731071218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxIhOL9keeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nIDBT10QWWo/s1600/386288_L10602962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxIhOL9keeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nIDBT10QWWo/s400/386288_L10602962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409422630038305250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxIhN1QCg6I/AAAAAAAAATw/OCOmvF_os3U/s1600/IMG_1770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxIhN1QCg6I/AAAAAAAAATw/OCOmvF_os3U/s400/IMG_1770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409422623941755810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;" &gt;"Dress shabbily, they notice the dress.&lt;br /&gt;Dress impeccably, they notice the woman."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a fashion buff but when it comes to dressing up(or down), I love attires that exude sexy bad-ass vibe, clothing that acknowledges femininity with masculine undertones. Apparently, floral dresses and combat boots can be best friends after all:) Retro style is also a win for me, along with Kristen Stewart bed hair (not the mullet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is indeed, the year to let loose and be merry. So, what's you biggest fashion experiment this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics credit to: &lt;a href="http://facehunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Face Hunter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/"&gt;LookBook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5768474264558609818?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5768474264558609818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5768474264558609818&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5768474264558609818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5768474264558609818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/11/playing-barbie.html' title='Playing Barbie'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SxIhOdcaZvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/zsfoEmKgTLI/s72-c/387272_IMG_2915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2800263888915380648</id><published>2009-11-15T15:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:11:21.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Lait Fai-eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sv-0RttRrYI/AAAAAAAAATo/cc2XMYHfr38/s1600-h/B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sv-0RttRrYI/AAAAAAAAATo/cc2XMYHfr38/s400/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404236294288158082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And breathe me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;----this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Week 2 of November&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                       Come Monday, it's Hideous Week 3:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-2800263888915380648?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2800263888915380648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2800263888915380648&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2800263888915380648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2800263888915380648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-lait-fai-eh.html' title='Go Lait Fai-eh'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sv-0RttRrYI/AAAAAAAAATo/cc2XMYHfr38/s72-c/B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4818549636902228261</id><published>2009-11-06T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:56:48.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I get married, I mean before I actually get married, vows, rings and all, I'm gonna make sure that I have at least one pre-wedding picture like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SvP7MhD6yNI/AAAAAAAAATY/CnKMDSpAbJw/s1600-h/watermark.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SvP7MhD6yNI/AAAAAAAAATY/CnKMDSpAbJw/s400/watermark.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400936570599164114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My future husband and I, on a bike. Me wearing a white dress (so that people know it's a wedding picture. Still, Kristen looks great! ). Him..emm, exactly like what Rob is wearing in this picture.  A wall-sized version of that picture will be gracing..emm..one of the walls in our future home.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't met my future husband..yet.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he loves the camera! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-4818549636902228261?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4818549636902228261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4818549636902228261&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4818549636902228261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4818549636902228261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SvP7MhD6yNI/AAAAAAAAATY/CnKMDSpAbJw/s72-c/watermark.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3231885516343144160</id><published>2009-11-04T06:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:55:30.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Conscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Your dresses should be tight enough to show you're a woman&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;loose enough to show you're a lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/e/edithhead176366.html"&gt;Edith Head&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SvQAjA6wFuI/AAAAAAAAATg/X018w7k7HZI/s1600-h/image1xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SvQAjA6wFuI/AAAAAAAAATg/X018w7k7HZI/s400/image1xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400942454665909986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutely adore this goddess of a dress. It exudes a sexy-classy elegance without the slutty undertones. Body Con, they call it. Some said you have got to have a toned body = flat stomach to pull it off. So, the basic rule is - the stomach must not protrude &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt;, but that's not really a big problem, is it? Three solutions come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. choose a dark/brown patterns. These colors are the most forgiving for a bumpy stomach.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do buy a size bigger. Body con dresses are clingy, tight fitting types. So no 'oversize' issues here.&lt;br /&gt;3. Corsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I just ignore the fact that I have no current occasion to wear it to? What if BodyCon becomes a cliche next year? The dress will rot to death in my closet!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a girl can never have too many dresses. or shoes.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Jess loves ASOS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/"&gt;http://www.asos.com/&lt;/a&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/2194490304000706657-3231885516343144160?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3231885516343144160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3231885516343144160&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3231885516343144160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3231885516343144160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/11/body-conscious.html' title='Body Conscious'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SvQAjA6wFuI/AAAAAAAAATg/X018w7k7HZI/s72-c/image1xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1887034303661134701</id><published>2009-11-03T09:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:14:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"It's fine to recline on the flat of one's spine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;With never a thought in one's head:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lovely to be staring up at the sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When others are ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ning their bread.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to feel one with the soil and the sun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowned deep in the grasses so tall;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's noble to sweat, pounds and dollars to get,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - it's grand to do nothing at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;-"Laziness" by Robert William Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Can't Life Be A Picture Of Contentment At All Times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Su-PyX__VAI/AAAAAAAAASw/F2nnz6k1vg4/s1600-h/Image0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Su-PyX__VAI/AAAAAAAAASw/F2nnz6k1vg4/s400/Image0298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399692573839152130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1887034303661134701?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1887034303661134701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1887034303661134701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1887034303661134701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1887034303661134701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-five.html' title='Take Five'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Su-PyX__VAI/AAAAAAAAASw/F2nnz6k1vg4/s72-c/Image0298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1517764094157504116</id><published>2009-10-31T11:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:20:18.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Neat Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you mind if I invade your personal space? - anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Girls Night never failed to yield interesting encounters. Like this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at me six packs. It's real babe, touch 'em"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;~lifts up his shirt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did. Impressed, yes (ok, I was curious. I've never touched a six/four pack abs before), but what makes the whole thing ridiculous was when he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"E's muscles are bigger than mine and he wants to go back with you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I LoL-ed in response. Amusing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He must be drunk or that must have worked every time.&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of that Shania Twain song - it goes something like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Okay, so you're Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; That don't impress me much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; So you got the looks but have you got the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is - six pack is hot. Others might have tapped that. But uno-nighto-stand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is not&lt;/span&gt; my thing. I have nothing against people who embrace that. Each of us have different versions of "living life to the fullest".&lt;br /&gt;Mine does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;include random hookups.&lt;br /&gt;We dance, we talk, we laugh, we drink, we eat,&lt;br /&gt;I know your name, you know mine, I've seen..err..touched your six pack abs and you loved my rendition of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we don't leave together.&lt;br /&gt;Capische?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s showing off your abs to get lucky is a terrible pick up line. Just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1517764094157504116?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1517764094157504116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1517764094157504116&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1517764094157504116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1517764094157504116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/10/neat-mess.html' title='A Neat Mess'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-658911039958250104</id><published>2009-10-10T09:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:12:08.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gem Of A Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am awesome because you are, too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;A tribute post for my Form 4 Perdana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day before, they stabbed my poor heart with indifference.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, they surprised me with a crazy show of gratitude that only they could pull off. It just so happens that my mentor, Sir Eric was in the class as well. The loonies told him that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kami mau komplen ni pasal teacher sama Sir"&lt;/span&gt;. I was taken aback. What complaints? Well, I did shout at them, make them do the embarrassing&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;'pinky promise'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a couple of times and bombard them with trying questions and sarcastic comments. But I did those for their sake, always with the best intentions at heart. Maybe I missed something.&lt;br /&gt;After a few frantic "advance explanations" to Eric for whatever complaints that they have, I sat up straight and said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok, let me have it&lt;/span&gt;". The weird part was, nobody wants to go first. One of them breaks the silence, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bah oklah. Since teda org mau mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la, kami ada mau kasi tunjuk sama teacher&lt;/span&gt;" said Kezia, (the ringleader). They made me close my eyes. In that instance, I knew exactly where it was  going. But what they did, took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ss__NV5J2xI/AAAAAAAAARg/e9sOPWKTPGg/s1600-h/10433_1170614758859_1632717679_429414_4768879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ss__NV5J2xI/AAAAAAAAARg/e9sOPWKTPGg/s400/10433_1170614758859_1632717679_429414_4768879_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390807883666021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAHyJhAvYI/AAAAAAAAARw/TOefLy7lVyM/s1600-h/PA080301-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAHyJhAvYI/AAAAAAAAARw/TOefLy7lVyM/s400/PA080301-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390817312091716994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAHxv5DqQI/AAAAAAAAARo/jOEgxPh75YA/s1600-h/PA080300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAHxv5DqQI/AAAAAAAAARo/jOEgxPh75YA/s400/PA080300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390817305213249794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gifts are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;random at all. They gave me a box full of candies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"untuk balas balik semua gula2 yg teacher selalu bagi kami" (Ronail)&lt;/span&gt;. The Cadbury Classic Collection because I DO love chocolates, I might have told them that during one of my ramblings in class. As for the clip in the CD, words fail me. Never thought that appreciation could feel this..heavenly :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c22bf7d4b51c05b" 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://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c22bf7d4b51c05b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329863632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE4F785567692D461FBDBAA16A8DF32F6BB9051D.5CEA3878BB35071A9B530890CE92F6D598BA298E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c22bf7d4b51c05b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDIOc8hG-NWcPmKQpa1ETq4JTRh0&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://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c22bf7d4b51c05b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329863632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE4F785567692D461FBDBAA16A8DF32F6BB9051D.5CEA3878BB35071A9B530890CE92F6D598BA298E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c22bf7d4b51c05b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDIOc8hG-NWcPmKQpa1ETq4JTRh0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told them once that it's gonna take a lot to make me cry. In the end, they reduce me to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ss__NCbh7LI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ntvxys7bP9U/s1600-h/10433_1170620559004_1632717679_429423_4840694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ss__NCbh7LI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ntvxys7bP9U/s400/10433_1170620559004_1632717679_429423_4840694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390807878441495730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pic belongs to Kezia. (teacher 'pinjam' pic ni k)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a bunch of loonies My favorite loonies.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Perdana,&lt;/span&gt; for being awesome, all of you have made me a better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;You will always be one of my favorite reminder on why I choose to be in the teaching profession.  Somebody once said that one can never forget her first students. I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tattooed to memory, a permanent trea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure. For Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Jessy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAm6d4PUeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gdTA7ZpL6TA/s1600-h/PA070272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAm6d4PUeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gdTA7ZpL6TA/s400/PA070272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390851539857265122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAm7R2K9QI/AAAAAAAAASI/x8jJXUVrBl4/s1600-h/PA060232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAm7R2K9QI/AAAAAAAAASI/x8jJXUVrBl4/s400/PA060232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390851553807234306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAm66RbQSI/AAAAAAAAASA/ugWk8DET5C0/s1600-h/PA060225-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/StAm66RbQSI/AAAAAAAAASA/ugWk8DET5C0/s400/PA060225-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390851547479097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2194490304000706657-658911039958250104?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/658911039958250104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=658911039958250104&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/658911039958250104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/658911039958250104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/10/gem-of-goodbye.html' title='A Gem Of A Goodbye'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ss__NV5J2xI/AAAAAAAAARg/e9sOPWKTPGg/s72-c/10433_1170614758859_1632717679_429414_4768879_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1052010821109922357</id><published>2009-10-05T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:12:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pretty a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ssm_zeszs8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VJre2pj9WdQ/s1600-h/PA050165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ssm_zeszs8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VJre2pj9WdQ/s400/PA050165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389049320260744130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;A post dedicated to my Form 4 Persona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never had it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I tried. You shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;But the funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;Our story did not go according to my liking&lt;br /&gt;You went ahead anyway,&lt;br /&gt;And gave me the best, unconventional ending ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You 4 Persona :)&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/2194490304000706657-1052010821109922357?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1052010821109922357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1052010821109922357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1052010821109922357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1052010821109922357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-day.html' title='a pretty a day'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Ssm_zeszs8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VJre2pj9WdQ/s72-c/PA050165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6127868385154958145</id><published>2009-09-23T12:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:01:22.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Srmon-GEckI/AAAAAAAAARA/M6TaB-wFqbk/s1600-h/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 462px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Srmon-GEckI/AAAAAAAAARA/M6TaB-wFqbk/s400/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384520234134958658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's stead;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And, then her long, loose hair flung round her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fell carelessly behind&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed hair is Kristen Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't I roll out of bed and look like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrmvSubTkNI/AAAAAAAAARI/Z4AaRERsj1E/s1600-h/kristen-stewart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 388px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrmvSubTkNI/AAAAAAAAARI/Z4AaRERsj1E/s400/kristen-stewart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384527565733204178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Dear Santa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want Kristen's bed hair for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to cut down the routine 2o minutes "hair-time".&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please with a big fat cherry on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Love, Jess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-6127868385154958145?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6127868385154958145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6127868385154958145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6127868385154958145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6127868385154958145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/09/hairy-business.html' title='Hairy Business'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Srmon-GEckI/AAAAAAAAARA/M6TaB-wFqbk/s72-c/Kristen-Stewart-1228611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3340299251787922847</id><published>2009-09-21T02:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:55:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel @ Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrZ2LT4onPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BoMwGntGAYA/s1600-h/EdwardandBella-RealLifers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrZ2LT4onPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BoMwGntGAYA/s400/EdwardandBella-RealLifers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383620341256461554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robsten aka Edwarella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Rob and Kris holding hands...not! The wonders of Photoshop manipulation ya'll:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Can somebody teach me how to do that?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to manipulate my own pictures:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pic Credits to Ellashy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3340299251787922847?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3340299251787922847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3340299251787922847&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3340299251787922847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3340299251787922847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/09/reel-real.html' title='Reel @ Real'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrZ2LT4onPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BoMwGntGAYA/s72-c/EdwardandBella-RealLifers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-856034898275750535</id><published>2009-09-19T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:17:35.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peck Of Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrRFdSOPQVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QAbn87Q0juk/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrRFdSOPQVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QAbn87Q0juk/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383003824024666450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Relief' class. Form 4.&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of live wires.&lt;br /&gt;Time's up. Making a move to leave when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"teacher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hmm?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~shy smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"thank you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the small things that can move you.&lt;br /&gt;It's like discovering a peck of gold on a black canvas.&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-856034898275750535?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/856034898275750535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=856034898275750535&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/856034898275750535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/856034898275750535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/09/peck-of-gold.html' title='A Peck Of Gold'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrRFdSOPQVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QAbn87Q0juk/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2381022883792635118</id><published>2009-09-18T07:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:25:16.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess is artsy after all (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrLEY4qhNmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uNB8alUbQzo/s1600-h/DSC04021l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrLEY4qhNmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uNB8alUbQzo/s400/DSC04021l.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382580436467791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(55, 93, 87);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;by William Wordsworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;       I wandered lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;And twinkle on the milky way,&lt;br /&gt;They stretched in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves beside them danced, but they&lt;br /&gt;Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;&lt;br /&gt;A poet could not be but gay,&lt;br /&gt;In such a jocund company!&lt;br /&gt;I gazed—and gazed—but little thought&lt;br /&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;br /&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;br /&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s gotta get out more. enjoy the view. be one with nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-2381022883792635118?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2381022883792635118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2381022883792635118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2381022883792635118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2381022883792635118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/09/jess-is-artsy-after-all-part-2.html' title='Jess is artsy after all (Part 2)'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SrLEY4qhNmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uNB8alUbQzo/s72-c/DSC04021l.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5769011391217295281</id><published>2009-09-17T16:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:11:28.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess is artsy after all.</title><content type='html'>Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, poetry to me, used to be a collection of gibberish that requires deep thinking to get to the real meaning (s).&lt;br /&gt;I swear I could never get poetry. I remember reading a few in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If, The Road Not Taken, Monsoon History, Si Tenggang Homecoming and Death In The Opposite House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand them. Oh, the wonders of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUKU RUJUKAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never cared for them. Poetry is like a bad smell that I knew I had to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry, fortunately is not boring. It's intriguing. Alphabets sewn together to make lines of words.&lt;br /&gt;Lines that are traitorous because they never conform to your understanding. At least to me.&lt;br /&gt;That's why poetry and I don't mix. We will never be on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I changed. Five years of doing literature can do that to you. (pun intended:D)&lt;br /&gt;I stopped worrying about whether my understanding of poems matched with other people.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I am not like other people. I do not feel like them. I do not think like them. I should dance to my own beat. I have been afraid to break away, scared that my own interpretation is gonna sound silly to the ears of artsy fartsy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how wrong I have been.&lt;br /&gt;Poetry is many things to different people.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of it is..&lt;br /&gt;when it evokes some sort feeling in your heart (or stomach),&lt;br /&gt;when it resembles the story of your life narrated in 10 compact sentences&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;when it gets you through the day like a mojo that unlocks one of the many mysteries of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I do get poetry.&lt;br /&gt;I even like some of them.&lt;br /&gt;I am entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to like some of them.&lt;br /&gt;I may understand them differently than other people.&lt;br /&gt;But that does not make them right and me, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am me. Other people will never be a second me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just like my dear, dear books,&lt;br /&gt;Poetry let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;Me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recent favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(55, 93, 87); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;                                          He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by William Butler Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;       Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;br /&gt;Of night and light and the half-light,&lt;br /&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;br /&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;br /&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5769011391217295281?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5769011391217295281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5769011391217295281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5769011391217295281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5769011391217295281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/09/jess-is-artsy-after-all.html' title='Jess is artsy after all.'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7758008278079270694</id><published>2009-09-09T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:53:42.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than A Beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SqeR1eWH7FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Peg8cJk1Go4/s1600-h/MY+KIDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SqeR1eWH7FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Peg8cJk1Go4/s400/MY+KIDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379428627782298706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SqeR1_e7K3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/jyYT23rX0s8/s1600-h/4persona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SqeR1_e7K3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/jyYT23rX0s8/s400/4persona.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379428636677581682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had different needs, and some of whom didn't want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for nine months, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher's job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Donald D. Quinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Teaching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been telling everyone i'm gonna be a teacher someday&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, since I was 7.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, finally living the dream&lt;br /&gt;A far cry from my ridiculous ideal.&lt;br /&gt;All these times, it was just silly crush,&lt;br /&gt;And you, being unpredictable and stubborn and rude, are slowly killing me&lt;br /&gt;But I think I can love you.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I'm halfway there already.&lt;br /&gt;This thing, between you and I,&lt;br /&gt;is only going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-7758008278079270694?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7758008278079270694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7758008278079270694&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7758008278079270694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7758008278079270694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/09/angels-in-disguise.html' title='More Than A Beautiful Mess'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SqeR1eWH7FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Peg8cJk1Go4/s72-c/MY+KIDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7079599205857162925</id><published>2009-08-26T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:09:03.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chair-Chanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0I7wQxgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iam-V4yV6bU/s1600-h/admiration_521x750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0I7wQxgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iam-V4yV6bU/s400/admiration_521x750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374118320931915266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0ImEKo2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DUuEpRcq8YA/s1600-h/Ed-Leighton-ed-and-leighton-7075801-800-969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0ImEKo2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DUuEpRcq8YA/s400/Ed-Leighton-ed-and-leighton-7075801-800-969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374118315109819234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When we are good, we are grand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;~ Chuck and Blair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Looking at these super adorable SEASON 3 pictures,&lt;br /&gt;how can I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jump-squeal-wish-pray&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today to be&lt;br /&gt;September 14 already?? ~sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* credits to FanPop and GossipGirl Insider for pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0HTr_g4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/APob8GoiXEk/s1600-h/hottest-gossip-girl-couple_521x853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0HTr_g4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/APob8GoiXEk/s400/hottest-gossip-girl-couple_521x853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374118292996719490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0H52jE2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/eJeBh6KaQ9U/s1600-h/ed-leighton-season-3-set-ed-and-leighton-7119741-1400-931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0H52jE2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/eJeBh6KaQ9U/s400/ed-leighton-season-3-set-ed-and-leighton-7119741-1400-931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374118303241540450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-7079599205857162925?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7079599205857162925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7079599205857162925&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7079599205857162925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7079599205857162925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/08/chair-chanting.html' title='Chair-Chanting'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SpS0I7wQxgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iam-V4yV6bU/s72-c/admiration_521x750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3312616566398098386</id><published>2009-08-21T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:32:46.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo And Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;~Dr Seuss~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the classes that I have entered for relief, 3 Wira is probably the most adorable. In terms of manners, they are amazing for a bunch of 15yearolds. They always go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cigu, ada teka teki ka?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cigu, mari bah sini. kita kawan-kawan dulu"&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something very cute happened today. There's a Romeo in the class who's hopelessly in love with his classmate. Obviously the beauty in the class la. It turns out that Beauty knows Romeo likes her, she just wants him to VERBALIZE the confession aka say it to her face. Translation: she likes him too. No letters or messengers allowed. Smart girl.&lt;br /&gt;But Romeo, having made his intentions clear to everyone in the class except to the one who matters the most, is having confidence issues. Dude looks so pensive and nervous that I felt sorry for him. Before leaving the class, I left him with a piece of advice, "Go on. Tell her. or you'll regret it later". Hope he mans up and just tell her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, young love.&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;Hope they will do better:)&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/2194490304000706657-3312616566398098386?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3312616566398098386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3312616566398098386&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3312616566398098386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3312616566398098386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/08/romeo-and-beauty.html' title='Romeo And Beauty'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1417337463107269746</id><published>2009-08-11T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:21:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Life,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-size:180%;" &gt; "If I am destined to lose,&lt;br /&gt; why am I still in this sick game?&lt;br /&gt;Go on,&lt;br /&gt;make the kill.&lt;br /&gt;Or you could be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pull me back up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1417337463107269746?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1417337463107269746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1417337463107269746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1417337463107269746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1417337463107269746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-life.html' title='Dear Life,'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3609665669049618464</id><published>2009-08-05T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:29:01.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RogenIzed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SnmOrksdM5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rEKkAn_IOAU/s1600-h/300.rogen.funnypeople.072809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SnmOrksdM5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rEKkAn_IOAU/s400/300.rogen.funnypeople.072809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366477310224315282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a genuinely funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;He may not be the hottest thing to behold,&lt;br /&gt;but sense of humor ranks higher than looks in my book.&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not kid.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would date him in a jiff.&lt;br /&gt;Go watch 'Funny People' ya'll.&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/2194490304000706657-3609665669049618464?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3609665669049618464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3609665669049618464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3609665669049618464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3609665669049618464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/08/rogenized.html' title='RogenIzed'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SnmOrksdM5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/rEKkAn_IOAU/s72-c/300.rogen.funnypeople.072809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4721883839544414457</id><published>2009-08-02T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:57:38.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fashion is all about eventually becoming naked"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my students are big fans of Lady Gaga. So here's my advice, girls (and boys), you can copy her hairstyle (minus the dye) and her dance moves, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;, i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;, her choice of clothing. I understand the need to be fashion forward, but  walking around wearing vahjayjay-flashing, bikini-inspired catsuit? Really?. Halloween is not a daily occasion. Unless you are the Lady herself. I'm all for originality, trademark and uniqueness but this is definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SnVhWOYVhoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dr_DXTHnL24/s1600-h/fame-gaga__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SnVhWOYVhoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dr_DXTHnL24/s400/fame-gaga__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365301565527000706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;*Taken from PerezHilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ dodging tomatoes and pies~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-4721883839544414457?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4721883839544414457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4721883839544414457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4721883839544414457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4721883839544414457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/08/gagged.html' title='Gagged'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SnVhWOYVhoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dr_DXTHnL24/s72-c/fame-gaga__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-837876239972162309</id><published>2009-07-19T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:45:39.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Up and Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;"what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I live,&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the tremble of your lips as you endure the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Your bony hands, your beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your face as you surrendered to eternal sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time and talk to you more when you still could.&lt;br /&gt;but it never crossed my mind that you would leave us.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that we are all doing our best to cope,&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts so much because it's all &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;too sudden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be happier up there&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't cry anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you as the amazing lady that I know you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-837876239972162309?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/837876239972162309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=837876239972162309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/837876239972162309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/837876239972162309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-up-and-over.html' title='Getting Up and Over'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4544820897641138225</id><published>2009-06-30T16:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:51:43.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Done Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All but Death, can be Adjusted --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynasties repaired --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Systems -- settled in their Sockets --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citadels -- dissolved --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wastes of Lives -- resown with Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Succeeding Springs --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death -- unto itself -- Exception --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is exempt from Change --      &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-  Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those "where were you?" moments.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's  passing away is a big deal. He was like Colgate, Milo and Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;A part of our lives that we thought would always be there.&lt;br /&gt;When news of his death rocked the world, we were left shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Even me. I'm not like, a bigcrazydiehard fan but a few of his songs are my personal favorites and the moonwalk never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels when a legend died...empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after, my mum told me that a former schoolmate of mine died in a tragic car accident. He was only 21. My sister used to have a crush on him up for 3 years (dari darjah 4 smpai darjah 6&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~kids&lt;/span&gt;). I was best friends with his big brother. After primary school, I've never seen them again. Went to different high schools and soon they became remnants of my childhood memory. So when I saw his picture on the Sunday paper, I was struck by just how unfair and sudden death can be at times.&lt;br /&gt;He was too young to die, but he was taken anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, apparently is not an excuse. Death doesn't judge the years of one's existence, it takes you away regardless of how Life insists that you have so much ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, I have so much ahead of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to graduate, take my family to Bali for vacation, watch Man Utd home games at Old Trafford, get my Masters&amp;amp;PhD, buy my own car/house/LV bags, get a German Shepherd, travel to Europe, wear a bikini at a beach somewhere in the States, maybe California and get a nice tan, go to concerts/Broadway..etc..etc.&lt;/span&gt;.it goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh heck, I haven't even fallen in love properly yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the future feels unsure, slipping dangerously from my grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How could one be so sure that they will still be here tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angst aside, the death of this friend is a reality sucker punch that really drives the point home.. that i just feel..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;thankful to be alive. So goddamn thankful....&lt;br /&gt;to just to be here, being Jess(though being me is not so awesome sometimes) and breathing..&lt;br /&gt;God, I am not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rest in Peace*&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell Evan A.(1988-2009)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson (1958-2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-4544820897641138225?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4544820897641138225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4544820897641138225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4544820897641138225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4544820897641138225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-done-yet.html' title='Not Done Yet'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5536235082563512949</id><published>2009-06-09T08:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:04:14.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FedEx Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Si2xGOcq2mI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h-HfY7HAPUo/s1600-h/ROG17206071611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Si2xGOcq2mI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h-HfY7HAPUo/s400/ROG17206071611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345123053274323554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can go on with the rest of my career in peace knowing I don't have to worry about never winning Roland Garros"&lt;/span&gt; - Roger Federer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen him crying on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One,&lt;/span&gt; the heartbreaking tears at the Australian Open final.(blogged about it &lt;a href="http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-cries.html"&gt;here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two, &lt;/span&gt;the relieved tears after winning his first French Open trophy(the pic above), thus completing a career slam.&lt;br /&gt;On that Sunday night, as I watch the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greatest.Of.All.Time &lt;/span&gt;lifting up the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coupe des Mousquetaires&lt;/span&gt; , I knew that I have witnessed a moment of historic greatness. A privilege of a lifetime:)&lt;br /&gt;14 Grand Slams and counting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations Rog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ederer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your throne in the pantheon of greats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Si2yTZXbOWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/k2JKnC-QeI8/s1600-h/tennis_g_federer_288v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Si2yTZXbOWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/k2JKnC-QeI8/s400/tennis_g_federer_288v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345124379055044962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5536235082563512949?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5536235082563512949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5536235082563512949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5536235082563512949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5536235082563512949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/06/fedex-tribute.html' title='The FedEx Tribute'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Si2xGOcq2mI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h-HfY7HAPUo/s72-c/ROG17206071611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4630136616119894994</id><published>2009-06-03T17:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:40:42.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June's A Pronk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad is their town. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Oh Henry Rollins, not everyone is a rock star. I see your point but I'd rather vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When June descends, I know exactly what's going to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idleness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouse chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;July is not that far off. The craze,buzz and fuss of hectic life is looming ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there's ample time to ponder and wonder, to plan and contemplate previous and predicted failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Equilibrium. It's s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ucking me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is during this period, this state of idleness that seduces the mind to think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt; far ahead,&lt;br /&gt;daring one to toy with dark thoughts...stuff that miseries are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not the brooding type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it pisses me off when I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;forc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, May was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comrades reunit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed. Friendship ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ewed. Plenty of love, fun and laughter to be cherished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every reunion is a type of heaven:D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Nina's Engagement Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZTXO1ubHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3oP7r-xyTDo/s1600-h/blog3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZTXO1ubHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3oP7r-xyTDo/s400/blog3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343049666507205746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) High School BFF reunion:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZTDzHtdmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ydp3C2l7-FI/s1600-h/blog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZTDzHtdmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ydp3C2l7-FI/s400/blog2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343049332648932962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZTD3LTfAI/AAAAAAAAANw/kUbJ0q-U0JM/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZTD3LTfAI/AAAAAAAAANw/kUbJ0q-U0JM/s400/blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343049333737749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, and this.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZWtTPIhjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2ijqWyx4kkw/s1600-h/4733_1153766956616_1000920551_30484865_3972690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZWtTPIhjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2ijqWyx4kkw/s400/4733_1153766956616_1000920551_30484865_3972690_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343053344179521074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lifelong dream about to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully bad luck doesn't "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if-you-seek-amy&lt;/span&gt;" with other untimely obligations.&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to deflower my FRIENDS dvd set.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time peeps!&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/2194490304000706657-4630136616119894994?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4630136616119894994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4630136616119894994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4630136616119894994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4630136616119894994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/06/junes-pronk.html' title='June&apos;s A Pronk'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SiZTXO1ubHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3oP7r-xyTDo/s72-c/blog3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2643459159588361679</id><published>2009-05-26T10:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:05:59.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Diss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"What are all these kissings worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; If thou kiss not me?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love's Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo's OMG featured a poll starring Robert Pattinson, and you gotta be surprised at the result. Apparently, at least 63% (and counting ?) of the world population doesn't want to pay a dime to kiss Rob because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShtaVVUVZBI/AAAAAAAAANY/A8-P9Ar8Bz4/s1600-h/robpatz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShtaVVUVZBI/AAAAAAAAANY/A8-P9Ar8Bz4/s400/robpatz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339961105724040210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they don't find him attractive?&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;How on earth did this happen when someone out there paid $28000 for  his kiss? (or rather "a peck on the cheek") ?&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would rather kiss Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShtaVlRgZJI/AAAAAAAAANg/SxeN97lvib0/s1600-h/R-P-edward-cullen-3704188-800-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShtaVlRgZJI/AAAAAAAAANg/SxeN97lvib0/s400/R-P-edward-cullen-3704188-800-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339961110007145618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to Fanpop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, they are two different persona. Edward is a hot brooding vampire who will love you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;intensely and passionately&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;for as long as he lives&lt;br /&gt;(Stephanie Meyer will make sure of that :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;Rob (who is equally hot and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt;) is going to break to your tender heart because he's a Hollywood star. A happy ending doesn't thrive in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course at the end of the day, you gonna have to SNAP OUT OF IT because your real life prince charming may not be a vampire or british etcetera, but he's here and he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A girl can dream though*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-2643459159588361679?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2643459159588361679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2643459159588361679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2643459159588361679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2643459159588361679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-diss.html' title='Kiss Diss'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShtaVVUVZBI/AAAAAAAAANY/A8-P9Ar8Bz4/s72-c/robpatz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6187308191783000430</id><published>2009-05-25T11:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:08:25.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Truth: 1 - Smiling Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShoPbj1xT5I/AAAAAAAAANA/CuH4nYPwvbY/s1600-h/27655JuliaRoberts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShoPbj1xT5I/AAAAAAAAANA/CuH4nYPwvbY/s400/27655JuliaRoberts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339597274352799634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just love her smile? A perfect set of teeth, even and gleamingly white. What I would give for THAT set of teeth! ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been aware that my teeth are a bunch of uneven embarrassment. But that never stopped me from smiling of course. That would be stupid. However, these past few days I have been thinking a lot about them teeth. I don't normally do this - looking into the mirror and being overly critical of what I see. Especially not my teeth, but for obvious reasons, I can no longer ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when this artist dude insisted on taking my pictures. This took place at the backstage of the recent UN event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "byk lagi tu unduk ngadau sana, ko pi la ambil gambar dorang"&lt;br /&gt;Dude: "suda sa ambil gambar dorang suma. alaa, buli la bah. kijap ja ni"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "bah ok la" (sporting sajala kan..hihihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he practically shoved his digital camera in front of my face, mau ambil up-close la konon. 1,2,3 snaps and we are done. Then he requested something that really made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"emm, buli sa gambar ko lagi? tapi...cuba jangan kasi kluar gigi ko"&lt;br /&gt;~points at my pic in his camera~&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tidak rata&lt;/span&gt; bah gigi ko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how would you react to that? I laughed. Because it's true and he's the first stranger to point that out. Because of that mind-blowing honesty, I agreed to another snap - this time, without the teeth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; close-ups. I don't have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TEETH&lt;/span&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I can't help but look at my teeth and wonder what could be done with it. There is a way to fix them of course. There's a tool called Porcelain Veneers that could &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"radically redesign your smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;With dental veneers, we can fix any number of naturally occurring problems from discoloration, uneven or worn-out teeth, to a "gummy" smile."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;says the front page of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aesthetika Dental Center&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it could be fixed, why not? It will not change who I am, the word 'improvement' is more like it. More importantly, I'm not doing it because of what others said (ok,maybe a little :P). It's more like a personal satisfaction. Besides, pouting and crooked smiles for pictures are getting old. I have too much of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The truth is plain &amp;amp; simple :I'm sick of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; being able to take close-ups because of my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;And I do love taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I should really get a smile makeover in the near future:)&lt;br /&gt;But if you think this gonna stop from smiling-with-teeth, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not perfect but I'm fond of them.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, what are 'angles' for? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShosKkhbE2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8VjwflIlIIU/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShosKkhbE2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8VjwflIlIIU/s400/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339628868315321186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(n_^) v&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/2194490304000706657-6187308191783000430?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6187308191783000430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6187308191783000430&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6187308191783000430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6187308191783000430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/05/naked-truth-1-smiling-woes.html' title='The Naked Truth: 1 - Smiling Woes'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShoPbj1xT5I/AAAAAAAAANA/CuH4nYPwvbY/s72-c/27655JuliaRoberts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7690108847037537861</id><published>2009-05-22T12:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:37:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if a boy punches you he likes you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never try to trim your own bangs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..the third act &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;declaration of love, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to the rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;how to tell the ones who&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; want &lt;/span&gt;us from the ones who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the ones who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will stay&lt;/span&gt; and the ones who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe the happy ending is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;movi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;ng on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe the happy ending is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; all the pain and embarrassment...&lt;br /&gt;you never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;gave up ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/span&gt; got his hands on the New M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oon poster that was supposedly leaked onli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne. I love it, i think it suits t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he essence of N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ew Moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShYwIXUwEuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YlpoC_fDgtQ/s1600-h/newmoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShYwIXUwEuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YlpoC_fDgtQ/s400/newmoon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338507328552440546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edward's  "I-love-you-but-I-have-to-leave-you" expression is a perfect 10.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's scowl pretty much warns Edward to "stay away, Bella is happy and safe with me!"&lt;br /&gt;Bella looks torn.&lt;br /&gt;Since Jacob will get more screen time with Bella,&lt;br /&gt;the reunion between Bella and Edward better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I just have to share these:&lt;br /&gt;Credits to the amazing people at Fanpop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShY3mxnUG9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/yOKFHGBUir4/s1600-h/chair-blair-and-chuck-5829407-400-240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShY3mxnUG9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/yOKFHGBUir4/s400/chair-blair-and-chuck-5829407-400-240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338515547587091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShY3nKUIb7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hT2e50mc_3o/s1600-h/img-thing.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShY3nKUIb7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hT2e50mc_3o/s400/img-thing.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338515554217521074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thank God for on-screen fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;It makes reality pales in comparison&lt;br /&gt;and generally makes the world a happier place..&lt;br /&gt;if only for a while.&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/2194490304000706657-7690108847037537861?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7690108847037537861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7690108847037537861&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7690108847037537861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7690108847037537861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='I&apos;m Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShYwIXUwEuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YlpoC_fDgtQ/s72-c/newmoon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6170777770845605935</id><published>2009-05-19T09:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:50:11.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hotness of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck: "I love you too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair: "Like, can you say it twice?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: ~laughs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair: "No I'm serious, say it twice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck:"I love you, I love you, that's three, four,I love you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been ages since my last entry! So much has been going on lately that I can't afford to spare a few minutes to post a quick entry, not that the happenings are very 'happening' anyway. Practicum will start in July, I can't say I'm excited. Not yet. I'll reserve the fear, anxiety, excitement and giddiness for July:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Last Sunday, I had the opportunity to be part of the UN Inanam 09 competition. Not as a contestant, tapi jadi tukang touch-up my sis. I had no idea how we ended up there, but one thing led to another, and Dee (my sis), who was never really into UN was suddenly thrust into the district level stage. We didn't know what we were in for until it's too late.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The thing about joining UN is one has to be prepared mentally and physically. Penat bah tu rushing sana sini, jadi pengiring ja pun suda penat:) Dee kept complaining "sa tia pandai jalan owh, camanala ni?". It's true, her catwalk was disastrous tapi asal suda try, oklah ba kan. We enjoyed the whole thing despite the stress and a few "bikin panas" moments. I didn't even get to take pics of myself, the bane of being the photographer! ~sigh dramatically~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShIgGKFKsGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/U_4HGbtHm1Q/s1600-h/P5170089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShIgGKFKsGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/U_4HGbtHm1Q/s400/P5170089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337363798544789602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*DeeDee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, some of my favorite series has reached their season finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;/span&gt; : I absolutely love the fact that he and Sarah are finally together for REAL and Chuck knows kungfu! haha.. Can't wait for Season 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRISON BREAK&lt;/span&gt;: I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hated &lt;/span&gt;the ending. Some of you may like it, but the fact that Michael left a son doesn't compensate for his death. A true happy ending would have to include him, Sara and their little boy living happily ever after. Damn the writers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;: Phewww, I didn't see that coming. House checked into a psychiatric hospital while Chase and Cameron tie the knot. I wonder what's gonna happen to House...bring on Season 6 already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEROES&lt;/span&gt;: Sylar is the new Nathan. Other than that, i can't seem to remember what transpired in the episode. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSSIP GIRL&lt;/span&gt;: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I actually screamed when Chuck said the three magic words to Blair...like five frickin' times!!!! Now that's what I call a rocking finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShI7uU9On2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/hRTt_Z_Gm6w/s1600-h/90317p4-meester-b-gr-04-chuck-and-blair-leighton-meester-ed-westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShI7uU9On2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/hRTt_Z_Gm6w/s400/90317p4-meester-b-gr-04-chuck-and-blair-leighton-meester-ed-westwick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394175473000290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Team Chair/Bluck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Manchester United are CHAMPIONS again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A suhweeeeeeet win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great week:)&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-6170777770845605935?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6170777770845605935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6170777770845605935&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6170777770845605935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6170777770845605935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/05/hotness-of-may.html' title='The Hotness of May'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ShIgGKFKsGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/U_4HGbtHm1Q/s72-c/P5170089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6864286888533864576</id><published>2009-05-06T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:13:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are not going well with..NOT just my internet connection, but the telephone line is an even bigger nuisance. Won't be on9 much until the good people at Telekom do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;VERY SOON:)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyone knows where to get the tickets for Man United VS Malaysia XI?&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/2194490304000706657-6864286888533864576?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6864286888533864576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6864286888533864576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6864286888533864576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6864286888533864576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-post.html' title='A Quick Post'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4364667114951946728</id><published>2009-04-07T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:27:12.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act Of Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Every man must die sooner or later, but good books must be preserved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After hours of going from rack to rack..&lt;br /&gt;patiently pulling out one SUPERTHICK journal after another,&lt;br /&gt;endlessly scanning the titles, conveniently printed in small letters,&lt;br /&gt;all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; while putting up with a stiff neck and a buzzing head at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..&lt;br /&gt;I found the right journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sdr3RPAsqJI/AAAAAAAAALs/77CwOAYlXIE/s1600-h/Image165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sdr3RPAsqJI/AAAAAAAAALs/77CwOAYlXIE/s400/Image165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321837785150957714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part that I wanted had been ripped out.&lt;br /&gt;If i ever get my hands on the idiot, ((*&amp;amp;(*&amp;amp;(*!&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of a photocopy machine?&lt;br /&gt;or that you can actually borrow the journal to photocopy outside should the machine in the library doesn't work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMON SENSE PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-4364667114951946728?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4364667114951946728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4364667114951946728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4364667114951946728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4364667114951946728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/r.html' title='Random Act Of Stupidity'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/Sdr3RPAsqJI/AAAAAAAAALs/77CwOAYlXIE/s72-c/Image165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3774864598831686762</id><published>2009-04-04T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:03:48.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be the prince and i’ll be the princess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It 's a love story baby just say yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                            -Love Story,Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. Taufik's tag too tempting to pass:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Do you think you're HOT? ------&gt; hotter than ice&lt;br /&gt;   2. Upload gambar kegemaran anda ----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SddXNpHkMSI/AAAAAAAAALc/LhiZvPbhKYE/s1600-h/IMG0025A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SddXNpHkMSI/AAAAAAAAALc/LhiZvPbhKYE/s400/IMG0025A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320817376649031970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3.Kenapa anda suka gambar ini? ------&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cuz I miss her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     4.Bila kali terakhir makan pizza?-------&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thursday 2/3/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     5.Lagu terakhir yang anda dengar?-----&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The One by Memphis Bleek feat. Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    6.Apa yang anda sedang buat selain selesaikan tag ini?&lt;/span&gt; ------&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; blogshopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     7.Selain nama sendiri, anda suka dipanggil dengan panggilan apa?----&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;teda. just jess is ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8.Tag lagi 6 orang. Soalan seterusnya ada kaitan dengan orang yang anda tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cynta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kichi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Siapa no.1 pada anda? ----&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My bff through high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Orang no.3 ada hubungan dengan siapa? ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Kata sesuatu berkenaan orang no. 5? ----&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;crazywackybeatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;   12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bagaimana dengan no.4?-------&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the last time i met her was in 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 13. Siapa no.2?-----? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 14. Bagi pesanan pada org. no.6-----&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;see you soon babe! ~wink~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I looooooooooooooveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sleeping:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3774864598831686762?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3774864598831686762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3774864598831686762&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3774864598831686762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3774864598831686762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-there.html' title='Almost There.'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SddXNpHkMSI/AAAAAAAAALc/LhiZvPbhKYE/s72-c/IMG0025A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1508550578214784085</id><published>2009-03-27T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:35:07.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry-Go-Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Let it fill the space in between&lt;br /&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; -Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Breathe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you rush through each day as if on the fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           never catching up no matter how you try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           When the day is done do you lie in your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the next hundred chores running through your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You better slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           Don’t dance so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           Time is short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           The music won’t last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you’re running so fast to get somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           When you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worry &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurry&lt;/span&gt; through your &lt;/span&gt;day&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; half the fun of getti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ng the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           It is like an unopened gift just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrown away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           Do take it slower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hear the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                           Before the song is over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ I officially turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And life didn't get any easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SczFgm2C6BI/AAAAAAAAALE/hjIPuU-umV0/s1600-h/DSC03503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SczFgm2C6BI/AAAAAAAAALE/hjIPuU-umV0/s400/DSC03503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317842423991429138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1508550578214784085?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1508550578214784085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1508550578214784085&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1508550578214784085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1508550578214784085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/merry-go-round.html' title='Merry-Go-Round'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SczFgm2C6BI/AAAAAAAAALE/hjIPuU-umV0/s72-c/DSC03503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2819260860389612766</id><published>2009-03-19T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:25:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pah Dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScJVBSvU0HI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wblQUthh6mc/s1600-h/DSC03508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScJVBSvU0HI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wblQUthh6mc/s400/DSC03508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314903990949171314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is to fulfill my obligation as a good friend to Pah Sharihana, who desperately wants me to do this tag ~dramatic sigh~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe 10 things about the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah ni sempoi, lucu dan mempunyai ketawa yg amat merdu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah ni best kalo dibawa bershopping, melancong dan menyanyi d k-box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah ni mempunyai sepasang bulu mata yg tebal, panjang dan lentik. Sangat memukau jika dilihat dari jarak dekat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah ni suka pakai gloss. Jenama pilihan ialah Maybelline.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah suka makan mashed potatoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah tinggal serumah dengan Dewi di hostel Akasia, Seksyen 18.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah belum pernah pergi konsert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah klu pergi kelas selalu stylo dari atas sampai bawah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah adalah antara peneraju rentak "shabooya" d Maktab Gaya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pah pandai menyanyi sambil berjoget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScJVAwZp2WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8QF9AdpXCQE/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScJVAwZp2WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/8QF9AdpXCQE/s400/DSC03536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314903981731469666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genting Highlands 2009.&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/2194490304000706657-2819260860389612766?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2819260860389612766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2819260860389612766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2819260860389612766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2819260860389612766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/pah-dearest.html' title='Pah Dearest'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScJVBSvU0HI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wblQUthh6mc/s72-c/DSC03508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1579119699342502511</id><published>2009-03-18T19:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:08:31.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Perv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He had ambitions, at one time, to become a sex maniac, but he failed his practical"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Les Dawson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the *excessive use* of F-word in my previous posts, (totally unintended of course, and anger-driven), some pervert got directed to my blog when ~presumably~ he was looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScDhHMMfGwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0w2iHcPgOkM/s1600-h/looooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScDhHMMfGwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0w2iHcPgOkM/s400/looooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314495073946114818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~squint~&lt;br /&gt;Apparently dude has a fetish for &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;incestuous copulation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISGUSTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;JKGUTU%%$%#%$%$!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop here before the ranting gets nasty.&lt;br /&gt;What has the world become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-1579119699342502511?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1579119699342502511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1579119699342502511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1579119699342502511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1579119699342502511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/google-perv.html' title='Google Perv'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/ScDhHMMfGwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0w2iHcPgOkM/s72-c/looooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-1832420070302887427</id><published>2009-03-14T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:08:59.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;match&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;, but the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EPL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but they are celebrating &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the season is over. (pffffffttttttthhhh)&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you beat the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Champions&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WORLD, EUROPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's almost like winning the premiership you haven't won for 19 years and counting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check: I'm dissapointed with our performance,&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would get better after the Inter game.&lt;br /&gt;Losing is not something that we are accustomed to, and losing against Liverfool is, perhaps even worse that losing the Cup.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, we are still on for the Quintuple and maintained our top position.&lt;br /&gt;Vidic, I still love you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are just not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;We will bounce back. We always do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know so:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s This is a strange night, really. I had a good day shopping and book-hunting at Times Square and the Summit.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, my good day is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&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/2194490304000706657-1832420070302887427?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1832420070302887427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=1832420070302887427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1832420070302887427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/1832420070302887427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously-wtf.html' title='Seriously, WTF?'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4884933572205829434</id><published>2009-03-10T17:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:12:22.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooing Made Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbY_DW0895I/AAAAAAAAAKU/TnVVjND4UIM/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbY_DW0895I/AAAAAAAAAKU/TnVVjND4UIM/s400/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311502137429915538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These days, you don't even have to meet the person to ask for his/her phone number.&lt;br /&gt;With the existence of Facebook/Friendster/Tagged/Myspace. etc,&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is type a couple of lines and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;It's time saving,&lt;br /&gt;even works as a face-saving device from the shame of face2face rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't do&lt;/span&gt; phone numbers exchange with online strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't go accusing me of being snobbish and standoffish,&lt;br /&gt;I just feel it's safer that way.&lt;br /&gt;(n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&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/2194490304000706657-4884933572205829434?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4884933572205829434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4884933572205829434&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4884933572205829434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4884933572205829434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/wooing-made-easy.html' title='Wooing Made Easy'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbY_DW0895I/AAAAAAAAAKU/TnVVjND4UIM/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7502460141962683690</id><published>2009-03-08T18:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:23:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Licence, Boys, and Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I won't worry my life away" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Jason Mraz (The Reme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn9WiqjCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d-K1hMO8hZg/s1600-h/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn9WiqjCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d-K1hMO8hZg/s400/DSC03553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310773058064780322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Too lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has to be luck.&lt;br /&gt;And a bit of determination and st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rong will.&lt;br /&gt;Or else this week would be a total waste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I am now legal on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Passed my JPJ test last Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I celeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;rated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the Jason Mraz's concert (Stadium Negara, KL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is simply &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I came as a so-so fan, and went out a fanatic fan. He had a fab backing band, and an even better voice than on record. When he belted out "If It Kills Me",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;swear I almost fainted cuz his voice is so beautiful and haunting and heart-wrenchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;You have to be there to know the feeling! So, let me give it to you straight:&lt;br /&gt;Jason is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT + SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and most of all&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WONDERFUL + PASSIONATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;performer.&lt;br /&gt;You could tell how much he loves what he does:)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my first concert memorable, xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn9tG0oGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0wS1stILP0Y/s1600-h/DSC03608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn9tG0oGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0wS1stILP0Y/s400/DSC03608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310773064122015842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn92ICAOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N2M8I2DY1cE/s1600-h/DSC03621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn92ICAOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N2M8I2DY1cE/s400/DSC03621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310773066543005922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn-NNpE9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/_ELPPGHz3gA/s1600-h/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn-NNpE9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/_ELPPGHz3gA/s400/DSC03625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310773072740553682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in the pit and look at how CLOSE we were at one point! hihi. Blurry shot coz it's hard to maintain a steady hand when everyone keeps pushing and screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn-MglRsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZMe24zYQCnI/s1600-h/DSC03628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn-MglRsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZMe24zYQCnI/s400/DSC03628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310773072551560898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After-show:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s A special holla to my cuz, Yen! Never thought that we would see each other there:-)&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant surprise (n_n)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What A Week:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-7502460141962683690?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7502460141962683690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7502460141962683690&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7502460141962683690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7502460141962683690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-licence-boys-and-luck.html' title='Of Licence, Boys, and Luck'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SbOn9WiqjCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d-K1hMO8hZg/s72-c/DSC03553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-7304314030839926870</id><published>2009-03-01T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:48:27.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream Of Coach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've never been a fan of branded goods,&lt;br /&gt;my fashion rule is simple: "why should i splurge when i can get a similar one at a cheaper price?"&lt;br /&gt;Besides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I.am.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.either.&lt;br /&gt;I live by my scholarship and allowance money&lt;br /&gt;That should explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/sThere is one exception though, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't buy&lt;/span&gt; replicas. Almost did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once &lt;/span&gt;but never will.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;that was the case until I fell in love with this bag a few months ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.handbagreport.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/tattersall-graffiti-tote-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.handbagreport.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/tattersall-graffiti-tote-300x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The retail price in Malaysia is about RM 1500++,&lt;br /&gt;A few Malaysia-based blogshops are selling it at a slightly cheaper price,&lt;br /&gt;and some do offer installments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT STILL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to restrain myself from shopping and eating properly for two months.&lt;br /&gt;It will be like signing my death sentence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that fateful night a few months ago,&lt;br /&gt;I've been an obsessive fan of Coach.&lt;br /&gt;Been stalking the Coach official site and a few other Coach blogshops for quite sometime now.&lt;br /&gt;There was one time when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~almost~&lt;/span&gt; buy this cute leather framed french purse, priced at&lt;br /&gt;RM 425, the cheapest of all the Coach purses I think,&lt;br /&gt;but someone else beat me to it.&lt;br /&gt;My first Coach purchase will have to wait then:(&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I hereby declare that..&lt;br /&gt;One of my resolution before the year ends..&lt;br /&gt;is to own at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;of those gorgeous Coach babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Save More, Shop Less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I don't get sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All people &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;, but not equally.&lt;br /&gt;Those who &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;ers of the day are dangerous people,&lt;br /&gt;For they &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; their &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;s with open eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And make them come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.H Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-7304314030839926870?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7304314030839926870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=7304314030839926870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7304314030839926870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/7304314030839926870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dream-of-coach.html' title='I Dream Of Coach'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-482319541601205412</id><published>2009-02-27T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:41:16.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverted Pests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life had not been kind to me for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died of fever and burning tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the brink of insanity with all the tests and assignments begging for my undivided attention,&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna postponed her concert, which left me heartbroken:-( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sial ko chris brown)&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A memorable &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; (don't get me started on that)..&lt;br /&gt;But nothing beats "being sick" and "recovering".&lt;br /&gt;It was the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dying experience ever.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Monday visit to the clinic was really something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting quietly while waiting for my turn to see the doctor,&lt;br /&gt;I was alone, my temperature raging to the point that even breathing hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I willed myself to stay awake!&lt;br /&gt;But this particular shithead decided that maybe messing with me would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shithead: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"awak! awak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awak demam ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~nod~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awak ni keje mane?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Student"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, kawan2 awak ade yg mat rempit ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend was smirking, apparently enjoying the direction of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I ignored him. Asshole was trying to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, just like any other social retards,&lt;br /&gt;my silence didn't stop him.&lt;br /&gt;So he starts pestering me with one stupid question after another,&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the stubborn headache hammering my brain,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt;be aloof anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I refused to be bullied into silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like girls so often do when they are being tinkered with.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;I looked him in the eye and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;~still talking gibberish~&lt;br /&gt;"EXCUSE ME! SAYA NAK TIDUR, AWAK JANGAN GANGGU BOLEH?"&lt;br /&gt;in a civilized and firm voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the direct eye contact, he looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kotoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the harassment didn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;Only the villain takes the form of a taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"saya lama suda mau cari girlfriend org sabah..bukan utk apa, pigi makan2, crita2 sekali skala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam adik jaga sy, sy jaga adik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sy boleh belanja adik rm 100, 200, 300 ka.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punya main tekejut sa kena bagi 'offer' mcm tu&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a fucking hooker to you??&lt;br /&gt;Holding back my anger, I asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bini uncle tidak marah ka? Tidak bagus oh buat mcm tu uncle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nah, kena kau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this old wrinkly pervert was unperturbed. Didn't even answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;Even implied that we should exchange phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANGAN HARAP LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to get off that taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I never felt so &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUMILIATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;Porcine, perverted pests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-482319541601205412?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/482319541601205412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=482319541601205412&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/482319541601205412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/482319541601205412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/perverted-pests.html' title='Perverted Pests'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-4002711361071873982</id><published>2009-02-14T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:46:39.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovestruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;遇到对的人 是种缘分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting the right person is like a game of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不得不承认 女生还是需要有分寸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to admit, girls do need some discretion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你需要去瞄准 你要的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you gotta step up and aim your favorite guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不再被动的等 送上嘴唇变成你的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not wait and mope. Blow him a kiss and mark him as your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;ost ISWAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you are playing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; On&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-4002711361071873982?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4002711361071873982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=4002711361071873982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4002711361071873982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/4002711361071873982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovestruck.html' title='Lovestruck'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2468522554850145556</id><published>2009-02-08T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:24:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:85%;" &gt;"If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the fun endowed upon me at Sunway Lagoon yesterday, I can't seem to shake the annoyance of missing the roller coaster ride. I got pretty peevish when I was told that the gate was already closed. Everybody speaks of a second chance, but I doubt that a second trip will happen soon..or later for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, and just in case you don't know already, Sunway Lagoon is awesome. It's much better than the adverts on TV or magazines that you have feasted on, the real thing doubles the amount of fun you let yourself believe. Dedz and her amazing waterproof camera took several *great* shots, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yaqvyBlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2-V-rz7GAKo/s1600-h/P2070110.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/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yaqvyBlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2-V-rz7GAKo/s320/P2070110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440351426872914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yajm64KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QmxxhH07-G0/s1600-h/P2070116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yajm64KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QmxxhH07-G0/s320/P2070116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440349510656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the joy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yajEYeCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gPmqG0nXu_o/s1600-h/P2070043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yajEYeCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gPmqG0nXu_o/s320/P2070043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440349365794850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yar6kbvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gX7st4JkxnY/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yar6kbvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gX7st4JkxnY/s320/DSC03434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440351740554994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and many, many more at FB to satisfy your ogling..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I intend to spend my semester. . to revel in pure, unadulterated fun because it's about time life shifts direction and follow my lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not be deprived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-2468522554850145556?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2468522554850145556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2468522554850145556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2468522554850145556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2468522554850145556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/runaway-train.html' title='Runaway Train'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SY7yaqvyBlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2-V-rz7GAKo/s72-c/P2070110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-9015571802406049713</id><published>2009-02-05T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:33:06.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always In My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.2.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been three years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yet..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have always wondered if there were better ways to say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Than the rushed one we had.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want you to know that,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Missing you never gets easier...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="verse"&gt;Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the same&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="chorus"&gt; I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;And carry on,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I knowI don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Here in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="verse"&gt; Would you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me stand&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" class="chorus"&gt; I'll find my way&lt;br /&gt;Through night and day,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I just can't stay&lt;br /&gt;Here in heaven..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/2194490304000706657-9015571802406049713?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/9015571802406049713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=9015571802406049713&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/9015571802406049713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/9015571802406049713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-in-my-heart.html' title='Always In My Heart'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-2590423623055049654</id><published>2009-02-02T19:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:17:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_greatest_test_of_courage_on_earth_is_to_bear/11891.html"&gt;The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without &lt;b&gt;losing&lt;/b&gt; heart.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was browsing PerezHilton when I "stumbled" upon an entry on Roger Federer's lost at the Australian Open last night. I've been avoiding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUCH&lt;/span&gt; entries as well as ESPN Tennis and Tennis.com after the match, because it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HURTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much to acknowledge the loss.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the biggest match in his life, and mine as well. (been a huge fan of Roger since his Wimbledon triumph over Pete Sampras in 2001)&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was not his night to shine after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the match using IBM Slam Tracker, and thank god I didn't watch in on TV because apparently, Roger cried during the trophy presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;He was vying for a place in history.&lt;br /&gt;He could have equalled Pete Sampras' record and resumed his authority on hard court.&lt;br /&gt;And me, being the crybaby I am, cried when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYbhxZie4FI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rohEbdJpkgs/s1600-h/roger__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYbhxZie4FI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rohEbdJpkgs/s400/roger__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298170250433323090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had known, I would have avoided PerezHilton like the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn you Perez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-2590423623055049654?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2590423623055049654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=2590423623055049654&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2590423623055049654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/2590423623055049654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-cries.html' title='She Cries'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYbhxZie4FI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rohEbdJpkgs/s72-c/roger__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-5502670288751381290</id><published>2009-02-01T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:20:21.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Think They Know, But They Have No Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cyntacinta.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-pick-your-birth-month.html"&gt;Cynta &lt;/a&gt;tagged me! and I'm happy to oblige:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rules :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Pick your birth month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Strike out anything that doesn’t apply to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Bold (or italicize) the best apply to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Copy to your own blog , with all twelve months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Tag 10 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attractive personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Affectionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Shy and reserved. Secretive. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves peace and serenity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves traveling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves special things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a goody-nicey-homey kinda girl..&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-5502670288751381290?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5502670288751381290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=5502670288751381290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5502670288751381290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/5502670288751381290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-think-they-know-but-they-have-no.html' title='They Think They Know, But They Have No Idea'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-3602807145024798660</id><published>2009-01-31T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:49:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everything in life is somewhere els&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e, and you get there in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~E.B. White, One Man's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Meat, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had my first driving lesson today. Honestly, I never really cared much about cars, how to drive them, or whatever it is other people find so fascinatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;g about cars. If it wasn't for the fact that I am the only 21 years old in the universe (okay, at le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ast i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n my social circle) without a driving license, I would prefer being chauf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;feured ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ound for the rest of my life. hihi:-)&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's peer pressure for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, I  did enjoy the experience behind the wheel. Apparently to get the real thing moving is much easier than handling bumper cars or one o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;f those race cars at game arcades.&lt;br /&gt;I DESPISE bumper car because all it does is ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; into othe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;r cars despite my godly patience in maneuvering it. I never figured out the civilized way of drivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ng a bumper car, so I made a point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; stay away fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hem.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have known the joy of a REAL, 'flesh and blood' car, I would take on any go-carting or car bumping challenge any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; day (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kununla&lt;/span&gt;)..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, the best part was : I had fun an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d I learned something.&lt;br /&gt;cliche but, good enough 4 me:)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Driving is not the only milestone I achieved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;this week, ice-skating is another.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I need more practice because body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ance is not, and never have been one of&lt;br /&gt;my talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;2009 is all about breaking away from established habits ,&lt;br /&gt;it's about taking chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ces,&lt;br /&gt;it's about treading on an unfamiliar path an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d see where it leads you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I foresee a thinning purse and an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oying aching joints..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;run,&lt;br /&gt;I will look back and not ask "what if?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(n_n)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I Was Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYRkrwWwdoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWez9_Yo02E/s1600-h/DSC03357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYRkrwWwdoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWez9_Yo02E/s400/DSC03357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469764572051074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;* Sakit Kaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYRkrwWwdoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWez9_Yo02E/s1600-h/DSC03357.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQmleuhA_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/HQ1oZfFAKzU/s1600-h/30012009_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQmleuhA_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/HQ1oZfFAKzU/s400/30012009_039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297401487039726578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;* Ice, Ice babes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQkyQZhGJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PJOuFRpl6sM/s1600-h/S6301734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQkyQZhGJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PJOuFRpl6sM/s400/S6301734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297399507508598930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;* Group Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQkykQ36II/AAAAAAAAAHE/gMo7m_fRt5k/s1600-h/30012009_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQkykQ36II/AAAAAAAAAHE/gMo7m_fRt5k/s400/30012009_038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297399512841054338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;THIS IS JESS, WHOSE LIFE FINALLY GETS INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQky8LsI3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vg5GK6kfQQA/s1600-h/DSC03368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYQky8LsI3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vg5GK6kfQQA/s400/DSC03368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297399519261762418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2194490304000706657-3602807145024798660?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3602807145024798660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=3602807145024798660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3602807145024798660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/3602807145024798660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-cruise_31.html' title='Saturday Cruise'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SYRkrwWwdoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWez9_Yo02E/s72-c/DSC03357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6834245817997724248</id><published>2009-01-28T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:04:02.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Oh, So Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everywhere, my heroes are winning and that gives me&lt;/span&gt; another reason &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to smile today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="sqq" &gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/a_hero_has_faced_it_all-he_need_not_be_undefeated/222566.html"&gt;A &lt;b&gt;hero&lt;/b&gt; has faced it all: he need not be undefeated, but he must be undaunted.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Roger Federer crushed his QF opponent in 3 at the Australian Open. Lost his No.1 ranking and Wimbledon crown last year, but he NEVER fades to the background. Go Roger!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SX_JRE2L3XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v2qSpZMuXog/s1600-h/ten_g_federer2_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SX_JRE2L3XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v2qSpZMuXog/s400/ten_g_federer2_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172982006963570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;# Manchester United crushed WBA 5-0 and record an 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; consecutive clean sheet which elevated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edwin Van Der Sar&lt;/span&gt;'s minutes of clean sheet beyond Petr Cech's 1025 minutes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are the EPL, European, and World champions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;have the World's Best Player playing for us, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; own the BEST defensive rec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ord in EPL. No arguing with f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;acts, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SX_OV8EdpJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ASJygPG_HPI/s1600-h/picsrv.manutd.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SX_OV8EdpJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ASJygPG_HPI/s400/picsrv.manutd.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296178563108414610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, so far so good:)&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/2194490304000706657-6834245817997724248?l=prettydirtymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6834245817997724248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2194490304000706657&amp;postID=6834245817997724248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6834245817997724248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2194490304000706657/posts/default/6834245817997724248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettydirtymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-oh-so-good.html' title='So Far Oh, So Good!'/><author><name>Miss Jess_Lyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576371959098677040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQUWgeTGwVc/TnX8r5-iJgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rh4vOyvmZgo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-03%2Bat%2B13.36.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPSCUAAO7dI/SX_JRE2L3XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v2qSpZMuXog/s72-c/ten_g_federer2_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194490304000706657.post-6883161481099466588</id><published>2009-01-25T13:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:36:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL, A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Unless each day can be looked back upon by an individual as one in which he has had some fun, some joy, some real satisfaction, that day is a loss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yesterday was another round of impromptu outing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;initiated of course, by Kiko. Girlfriend always seems to come up with a plan for outing at the last possible moments. But I end up tagging along anyway, despite not getting much sleep due &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;to the Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lit take ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;me test. Boy O' boy, I could only imagine Mdm. Adzura's reaction when she reads my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;answers. It wasn't the best effort, but I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half-assed try for that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We went to see 'Underworld: The rise of the Lycans' at MidValley's GSC. It was an okay movie, predictable, The Cullens are hotter that the Underwold vampires and despite THE bod, Lucian lacked hotness. Or maybe dude just doesn't look good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;with all that crazy hair and beard covering his face. My head was swimming with fishes after the mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ie. D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &
