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term='oh ma baby'/><category term='interest'/><title type='text'>SMALL THINGS BITE.</title><subtitle type='html'>I'll chew you off.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-312433051126637983</id><published>2012-02-08T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:15:38.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':-*'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, my superwoman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the one and only superwoman that I've known ever since 1992, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA&lt;/b&gt;!&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;This year is being tough on us, but I know we'll go through this very well. I hope you can worry less about me, and concentrate more on yourself starting from this year. After all, I'm going to turn 20 soon, so sooner or later, I will learn how to be independent.&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;I want you to know that I am trying my best to help you, though it doesn't show when it comes to chores. I hate them, mom! I am amazed how you always keep this house clean. Such a superwoman! Why didn't I inherit that side of you? LOL.&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;I hope your health will improve, mom. Start getting better, and if an operation is needed, go for it! I'll always love you no matter what I do/say. You're irreplaceable, you know ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So happy 51st birthday mom! One of my sisters will bring treat you a good dinner soon (it hasn't happened, but i know somehow) hihi. I love you! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yours truly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your one and only, Maani! :'3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-312433051126637983?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/312433051126637983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=312433051126637983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/312433051126637983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/312433051126637983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-my-superwoman.html' title='Happy birthday, my superwoman!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-3699021606929925595</id><published>2012-02-07T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:17:22.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream come true'/><title type='text'>Dream come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello. How's Malaysian enjoying their holiday? Maulidur Rasul on a Sunday, Chap Goh Mei on Monday, and Thaipusam on Tuesday. Though we here at East Malaysia don't have Tuesday off, but still... cheers to 1Malaysia!&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;Lol now. That had nothing to do with today's post but I just thought I needed a proper introduction. Sorta..&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;A few days ago my cat secretly went off wandering to my neighbour's house and jengjengjeng... His dogs managed to sniff her and immediately went into rage. It took my mom, sister and me half an hour to rescue her because uncle and his family was not at home. For the 23918237th time in my life, I felt like a thief trying to break into her innocent neighbour's house. Yes... this isn't my first time.......&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;That half an hour reminded me of one thing. Last year, I had a dream. I dreamt the very same cat of mine (note: i've catssssss at home) going to the very same house and got attacked by the dogs too. "No way it's happening again?" I asked myself as I desperately called out my cat when the dogs kept getting nearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stylemaniac.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-calm-and-dream-on.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb3_zIuS0xc/Tboq019wg9I/AAAAAAAADIY/-LQ9D1YlJEE/s320/13+Keep+Calm+and+Dream+On+via+Tumblr.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_710043655"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_710043656"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because that wasn't the only dream that came true. I've had several coming true before, and it still surprises me.&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;One time I dreamt of the moon. It was 2009, and in it I saw the moon somehow turning red as clouds slowly start to cover it. Few weeks/months later, I dreamt of my discipline teacher, Mr. Yuspi, coming after me. I talked to my friend about them (because i talk about everything when i'm bored lol) and forgot about it for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later I then found out that there was an eclipse happening. Ever watched an eclipse? The moon turns red, yes it does. I've seen it twice.&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;And not long after that, Mr. Yuspi did come after me. I never did visit his office and avoided him as long as I could. I gave him one solid excuse, and forever avoided walking on the same path he did. Proven guilty, I know.&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;My friend reminded me again of the dreams I told about to her. Probably a coincidence, but getting two dreams, so out of the blue, coming true... it does make you wonder.&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;I don't know how many people out there actually experience the same thing, but for those who don't, you can see it as dejavu. Except that you don't think you've been there, but you actually were there.&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;These dreams don't come in handy for those who think it is. I don't know which of my gazillion dreams I dream would come true. In fact lately I've been getting dreams about being a spy. I mean, I got it in three consecutive dreams. And I can assure you, I am no spy. I am not from Alpha Team that is after Charlie as it was visioned in my first spy dream. Maybe this would be my future career? Well, yes. A slender chance of of 'maybe' it is.&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;Trying to become a good blogger, I did VERY LITTLE research (i made an effort, ok!) and found out I wasn't the only one experiencing this :D Some actually have had their dreams coming true since they were 6-7! I should gather these people and come up with a "People of The Future" association.&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;In fact I remember watching a cover of a man dreaming of buildings getting burnt down, and he would record them after he wakes up, and actually prevent it! &lt;i&gt;Cool or not??!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reasons why this happened, is yet a mystery.................. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, actually I couldn't find the answer, so I just put that in because I can. (Y)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Nelly, your "It was only just a dreaaaaaaam" is no longer relevant now. Apparently, it's not only just a dreaaaaam but a dream come true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-3699021606929925595?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3699021606929925595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=3699021606929925595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3699021606929925595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3699021606929925595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2012/02/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream come true.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb3_zIuS0xc/Tboq019wg9I/AAAAAAAADIY/-LQ9D1YlJEE/s72-c/13+Keep+Calm+and+Dream+On+via+Tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6900898372544690509</id><published>2012-01-23T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:38:09.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight I actually took some time to 'repair' my close to abandoned blog. I changed the skin, and it's taken from my all time fav (lies) btemplates! *claps*&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;I thought of changing the colour to RED because 1) it's my favourite colour! 2) some feng shui dude said that red is the colour of the year! &lt;i&gt;"OMAGAD MANYAK ONG LAH IN MACIAM"&lt;/i&gt; said me to myself. However, I thought of keeping Small Things Bite white as it has always been before.&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;From here you can see my top top top post and if you even noticed, I shifted my Deviantart and Flickr links to the top right. It wasn't supposed to be there, but Blogger keeps shifting it back there! (tbh I did a mistake and I can't find a way to undo it (y)) Not that I always update them, but my dA does get updated from time to time.&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;How's everyone's CNY this year?! I had, uhm, fun. Visited my second house, tHe Spring and went for Underworld and tortured myself walking around with heels that I've not been wearing for years! Someone remind me please, why I decided to wear it today.&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;Anyway. I didn't get any red packets today, and I doubt I'll get any tomorrow or the days after. &lt;strike&gt;Old&lt;/strike&gt; people like me don't receive any more, you know :(&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;But to those who did... share the love!&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;Bye. LOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/784260481653104648-6900898372544690509?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6900898372544690509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6900898372544690509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6900898372544690509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6900898372544690509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-skin.html' title='New skin!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6781887994429167455</id><published>2012-01-23T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:57:41.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year'/><title type='text'>Soaring Dragon.</title><content type='html'>Small Things Bite would like to wish her Chinese friends a Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my wonderful&lt;i&gt; oppas, unnies, one dongsaeng,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a Happy Lunar Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my secret readers who are celebrating, yes... I've caught you reading this. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same thing but I like to keep them&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;because of reasons.&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/-Q-7XalbjQAI/Txw76uqfBBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lxbrCzjQuw0/s1600/IMAG0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-7XalbjQAI/Txw76uqfBBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lxbrCzjQuw0/s400/IMAG0575.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai! Angpau lai la!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-6781887994429167455?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6781887994429167455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6781887994429167455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6781887994429167455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6781887994429167455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2012/01/soaring-dragon.html' title='Soaring Dragon.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-7XalbjQAI/Txw76uqfBBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lxbrCzjQuw0/s72-c/IMAG0575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8799620468574949246</id><published>2012-01-12T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:41:49.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee seunggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><title type='text'>Lucky 13.</title><content type='html'>I've always been superstitious, and I don't know when I'll stop being superstitious. I've always hated number 13 for reasons, but here's just one good reason to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NlE8gtEDe88?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/NlE8gtEDe88?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still love you. Happy birthday, oppa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-8799620468574949246?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8799620468574949246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8799620468574949246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8799620468574949246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8799620468574949246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-13.html' title='Lucky 13.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-445460324158468979</id><published>2012-01-02T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:45:38.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Second.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you know? It's the new year, and to be honest, it does still feel like 2011. I didn't attend any countdown event last night, but just spent my night with my family and fired off the remaining fireworks from last year's Eid. I just found out it was better than joining some countdown because when it strike 12AM, my neighbours were firing fireworks and gave everyone a smile! How warm of that! :D&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;But today's already the second day of January. Time flies, no? That means we have 365 days left before 2012 ends. Think of it as another 365 days to live, so we'll exclude the fact that we might live up to 100 for now.&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;Because of such thought I kept reminding myself to avoid being lazy and unproductive. I want to reduce bad decisions, avoid regrets, and probably work on this bad temper that's terribly bothering me these few days! And and and, hopefully being able to travel! Who doesn't love travelling, anyway?&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;Of course a promise like so is really hard to keep, but it shouldn't hurt me trying! Call it a... uhm. Resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't really like having this "Yearly Resolution" thing because normally it's just there for tradition. This could be considered as one, so wish me luck! Don't forget it's a 'try', not a 'must'. So don't get me wrong!&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;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! &lt;/i&gt;I was supposed to attach a picture of a gingerbread man figure like firework I snapped last night, but I got too lazy and decided to leave everyone with a short boring post! What ever happened to "...avoid being lazy"?? Bahahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 2012!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-445460324158468979?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/445460324158468979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=445460324158468979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/445460324158468979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/445460324158468979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2012/01/second.html' title='Second.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7140204376086104801</id><published>2011-12-26T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T02:36:44.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timothy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Marrying Tim...</title><content type='html'>...is every Audrey's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that almost every single human being in this world (okay, exaggerating because i seem to like it) has watched this proposal. It has gone viral, and several celebrities has talked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including Chris Brogan that I've been complaining to myself that hasn't come up with a post of this. WHY, SIR!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I still decided to share this, just in case there are still this number of human that hasn't watched it. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do watch it, followers! It's beautiful, and I was smiling *coughcryingcough* all the way. I liked how Timothy was smiling throughout this proposal, and I just wonder what Audrey had in her mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite the fact I would looooooooveeeeeeeee to be proposed this way, I guess I wouldn't want it any more in the future, because really... the idea would be stolen when it's done again! Kinda picky, but I want another original proposal like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that I need to find myself a partner sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yaAhxg4Lz0A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/yaAhxg4Lz0A?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keeps reminding me of how Forever Alone I am. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-7140204376086104801?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7140204376086104801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7140204376086104801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7140204376086104801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7140204376086104801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/12/marrying-tim.html' title='Marrying Tim...'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1298959855295711178</id><published>2011-12-14T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:59:30.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahoo'/><title type='text'>Time machine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the roll of Facebook's Timeline, I am pretty sure everyone had the chance to walk down memory lane and had a laugh of your life.&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;Don't worry. You're not alone. We all have those idiotic, stupid, yet fun days that we don't want to reveal to the world. Why not? It's our choice anyway. In fact I've been laughing for two nights over the silly wall post I had with my friends. Oooh, all those hate comments directed to a certain person to the game related wall post. Fun fun fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But ditch that. I had a trip down memory lane through my Yahoo! account the other day. It was a few days ago when I decided to visit my Yahoo! mail. &amp;nbsp;I don't do this very often. It only occurs once in a blue moon. Not because I don't want to, but probably it had turned into a habit.&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;My Yahoo! email account is the oldest email account I have. I had it since 8. For Year 2's, we got the chance to create an email account, and Yahoo! was a popular choice back then. The whole class was given a day to think of a username.&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;My family helped me in coming up with the username. That explains why I had a weird, and funny username.&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;So yes, I had an email at such an early age not because I was being a total spoiled child, but it was for educational purpose. It helped me a lot, and I'm glad I had it for 11 years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, back to the story. As I was browsing through the untouched emails I had received over the months, I came across a particular mail that was well kept in my draft folder. It has been sitting there for so long, though those 11 years felt like nothing but more like the wind just passing by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoWoWqMt3L8/Tut1Q_42VjI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rhptVjc7zJ0/s1600/DRAFT.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoWoWqMt3L8/Tut1Q_42VjI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rhptVjc7zJ0/s400/DRAFT.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was an email I wrote for my ex-teacher, after I left TBS. We were keeping in touch with each other for quite some time. I guess I never finished my email because of reasons and we lost contact right after that. I can't remember why it was still in a draft, and never was sent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Tina,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; How are you?I am sorry that I didn't write back to you because we were on a holiday. Next week we are having our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and it ended there.&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;I wondered what the 8 year old me was thinking at that time. Looking at it a decade later had me regretting not being able to finish the email and sent it to Mrs Comers. We might still be in touch right now if I did. Through that brief draft, I managed to remember how my 8 years old self was. I was pretty....&amp;nbsp;unpleasant. I developed an attitude, the type where people my age and above these days would hate seeing. I am pretty sure I was annoying, and did anything to seek attention.&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;I was and still is the youngest child after all.&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;That trip reminded me a lot of the good days. And despite my&amp;nbsp;ignorance towards this email account, it is the only one that I do not intend to delete or abandon. Every once in a while, I would pay a visit. Like an old friend, it has become a part of me.&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;&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/784260481653104648-1298959855295711178?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1298959855295711178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1298959855295711178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1298959855295711178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1298959855295711178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-machine.html' title='Time machine.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoWoWqMt3L8/Tut1Q_42VjI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rhptVjc7zJ0/s72-c/DRAFT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-3626388734351818530</id><published>2011-11-27T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:00:56.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Reunited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been meaning to post this the moment I got this completed, but I was too occupied with something else. Now that I found time.... Here? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back when I was 5-6 years old, my school organized this pretty huge school project. Every class was required to designate a personal message together with a basket to put the messages in. Attached to it later, were dozens of air balloons. HUGE ones.&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;The purpose was to help the needy ones. With the personal messages (and if i remember correctly, there were foods sent as well), it was hoped that it will reach the right person - those who might need it.&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;Since every classes participated this project, you can probably imagine how many balloons were required for this project. I remember clearly the colourful colours of the balloons.&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;Our basket had several adjustments as it was too heavy. It barely floated. I remember our&amp;nbsp;home room&amp;nbsp;teacher kept adding on balloons to the basket to have it float higher. It was pretty chaotic especially when the little us wanted to help as well.&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;Later the whole school gathered at the field. My school was oblong in shape, where the half of the middle area was the field while the other side was the playground, office etc. Every class, one by one, released their 'basket of hope'. Seeing it go was one thing. Not knowing where and who it'll reach was another.&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;Now reminiscing this had me thinking again. I pitied the journey of balloons. How far did it travel? Did the knots connecting them slipped off sooner than we thought? If so, then did it 'travel' alone? Balloons no longer represent the word 'happy' when you look at it that way. It felt like tearing a happy family now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While doing this, I thought if any actually got 'reunited'. Maybe after the mission, some actually flew further to a&amp;nbsp;deserted&amp;nbsp;place and got reunited there. Pretty ridiculous, but why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="372" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf?1"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=269781291&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf?1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="372" flashvars="id=269781291&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dygmaynie.deviantart.com/art/Reunited-269781291"&gt;Reunited.&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://dygmaynie.deviantart.com/"&gt;dygmaynie&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However I'm still glad I was a part of this project. We don't have projects like that here. Probably no one has thought of it. Yet. I wonder how many people we touched that day. Lots I suppose, thanks to the sacrifice of those balloons.&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;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s - for a bigger view, just click the image! comments are loved! tq! :3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-3626388734351818530?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3626388734351818530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=3626388734351818530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3626388734351818530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3626388734351818530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/11/reunited.html' title='Reunited.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2917788077178910268</id><published>2011-11-24T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:26:30.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':('/><title type='text'>Tough day.</title><content type='html'>By that I meant, WHAT A TOUGH PAPER. Probably the worst and yes, it definitely drained my brain alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked how the paper was just now. I said: "Haha it's okay. Nearly ran out of time, but it's okay *does cheesy smile*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course, dad. If you understood that in reverse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I flunk? I don't want another thousand to be invested for my foundation any more. I'd rather go and use my one and only, CP.&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;Wait wait. There's this solution called suicide, yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that will only happen when I've lost my sanity, yes yes. Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't mind me people. I'm just stressed and Small Things Bite understands me. Finals, haha you know. Especially when you try to suck up everything from week 1 to 8 in three days. Haha yes. Haha. Haha. Eh, why am I laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hahaha. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO REALLY DON'T WORRY I WON'T COMMIT SUICIDE PEOPLE DON'T CRY YET. I happen to have a dream of dying in a beautiful way. Yerrrr asdfghjkl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post should end here now.&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/784260481653104648-2917788077178910268?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2917788077178910268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2917788077178910268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2917788077178910268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2917788077178910268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/11/tough-day.html' title='Tough day.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6900544831355087573</id><published>2011-11-16T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T01:16:44.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immortal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>IMMORTAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fight for...&amp;nbsp;IMMORTALITY! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does this ring a bell? Well, not really, right? For those who has watched Immortal that was released recently (111111), it actually sounds a little bit like 300. You know, the &lt;i&gt;"Tonight... we dine in hell!!"&lt;/i&gt; part...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the other day, after class, my sister unexpectedly dragged me to the cinema thinking we would get a discount (since it's Wednesday. Ladies should know this!). To our 'surprise', we didn't. But oh well, screw that, we went on and watched Immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And because my sister was so excited for Immortal, she forgot to collect her RM30 balance! What the, I can't even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But skip that. The interesting part is the movie itself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoriginalwinger.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Immortals_Movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://theoriginalwinger.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Immortals_Movie.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought I wouldn't enjoy this movie, at all. I'm not much of a fan of these sparta-ish movie. I barely watched 300. I've only watched the very famous parody, and that's where I learned those lines I mentioned earlier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is why reviews and trailers are very important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Immortal is highly NOT recommended for those who have a faint heart, and CANNOT tolerate with blood, head chopping etc scene, because really, what I remember the most about Immortal right now are... blood. However, Greek gods history lovers, you are HIGHLY recommended to watch this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm dying of giving a review, but I believe I'm pretty bad in them. What I can tell is this story is about King Hyperion, who was in search of the Bow of Epirus. This bow was so powerful that with it, anyone could overthrow the Gods of Olympus. Theseus on the other hand, was on a quest to get revenge to King Hyperion who had killed his mother. &amp;nbsp;He battled for justice and humanity, and because of his sacrifice he-&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;...wait. I'd already be spilling the ending if I finished that last sentence.&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;I've ALWAYS been a curious fan of these godism myths and such. They're interesting to learn and read about! I personally think there is no wrong in learning and knowing more about them. Back when I was in Year 2 at TBS, we studied about Egyptian gods. There were dozens of them! It was probably my favourite subject after music, Mandarin, French, art and IT class. (i've so many favourites)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I certainly remember Re. God of the Sun. I'm pretty sure everyone knows that. I remember a god that take cares of pregnant woman, but I can't seem to recall the name. Back then, I learned what happens to the souls after they die. It's called the underworld. From there another god would take after the soul. And whatever happens next and after, I can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I left TBS before reaching Year 5 (Greek gods are taught during yr. 5!), I didn't have the chance to even know Zeus, Apollo and such. Immortal reminded me of how interesting this subject is. Each god comes with a role and interesting, weird, hard, names...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course the story of how they became god are far different from some movies. Me, being me, actually googled about Theseus, and found out his mother was a god, and he had two fathers, BOTH gods as well! Far different and from what I understood just by watching the movie itself.&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;And ending my Immortal post is if I were to rate my love towards this movie in forms of percentage, I'll give it a 70%. Yes, it was bloody all the way, and I definitely had my eyes shut tight during certain scenes, but I cannot deny the fact that Greek god themed movies are just amazing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not to forget there was a handsome god in it too hngh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VdONYkKFmQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/7VdONYkKFmQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fun fact: Did you know Theseus in this movie is the new Superman? He's both god and superhero! Someone marry him if he's still single!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/784260481653104648-6900544831355087573?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6900544831355087573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6900544831355087573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6900544831355087573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6900544831355087573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/11/immortal.html' title='IMMORTAL.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5583516890943616991</id><published>2011-11-14T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:23:55.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before that - happy belated 111111. It only happens once, so for some, it is special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've now moved onto my&amp;nbsp;favourite&amp;nbsp;part of assignment. Mixed media and collage. What an interesting subject to play around with. It brought me to years back where I was free to express myself through art. I missed this, a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now... progress...&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHyvflE_Jjk/Tr_7rpuV5HI/AAAAAAAAAvY/t3tVON6muOQ/s1600/IMAG0469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHyvflE_Jjk/Tr_7rpuV5HI/AAAAAAAAAvY/t3tVON6muOQ/s320/IMAG0469.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! Taken with my crappy phone camera because NEX7 is still no where to be heard. Eh... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's messy but I enjoy the view. It's fun, I tell you! I can almost hear my right brain exploding with fireworks. Too much ideas coming! The hard thing is projecting it on those papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of posting them up once they're done. But we'll see. Till then :)&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/784260481653104648-5583516890943616991?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5583516890943616991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5583516890943616991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5583516890943616991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5583516890943616991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/11/progress.html' title='Progress.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHyvflE_Jjk/Tr_7rpuV5HI/AAAAAAAAAvY/t3tVON6muOQ/s72-c/IMAG0469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-781541418597239102</id><published>2011-11-08T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:29:12.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worldwide act'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ema'/><title type='text'>14 days.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the greatest mood I've ever been. Big Bang has won the Worldwide Act Category for the EMAs. What makes me proud enough is that they've beaten Britney Spears. I'm proud okay? 5 years of blood, sweat and tears, and just look at what they've achieved. Not everyone and just anyone could beat Britney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ibigbang.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/ema-11.jpg?w=584&amp;amp;h=405" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ibigbang.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/ema-11.jpg?w=584&amp;amp;h=405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I come from a great fandom, I know. Thank you fellow VIPs for your votes. All this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't because of all of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;But why am I making this sound like Taeyang typed this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm about 14 days away from ending my foundation. Just hopefully, nothing goes in the way, and I should be starting my degree next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. And nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by real quick doesn't it? I almost cannot remember me struggling coming to this point. It's been a year since I've entered college. 2 years since I left high school. 7 years since &amp;nbsp;I left primary school. Sooner or later, I would graduate and I'll have that decent job I dreamt of. Maybe, and hopefully, I'll meet the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get married one day. &lt;i&gt;Cool&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;But...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary. Going through each of these phases, it seems like I've more to worry. They say the world out there is harsh. I know it is, I hear it from my concern family almost every year. But knowing doesn't make me prepared. I don't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget I'm turning 20 next year. How would it feel to be leaving that '-teen' behind? Sometimes I would look at myself in the mirror and still tell myself I'm still young. I'm such in denial sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last 14 days of my foundation year had me think a lot. "Wow, this is real". "I'll be leaving home one day" "How to survive" "I must learn how to cook" "Should I get a part time job?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions. It came more and more real as those 14 days came closer to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's going to be alright... right?" - BIGBANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Congratulations again, BB :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/784260481653104648-781541418597239102?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/781541418597239102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=781541418597239102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/781541418597239102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/781541418597239102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-days.html' title='14 days.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6910601876623688177</id><published>2011-11-01T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:51:45.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taeyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tablo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Two post ago was Tablo. This time... it's still Tablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fangirl after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want people to listen to this particular track, I hate the fact of just copy and pasting the lyrics, and &amp;nbsp;then the MV on top and just leave it as it is. It's just lazy. Wrong. Unoriginal. I'm sure everyone has their own opinion on certain songs, so why not share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hate to pick which is my favourite track out of the 5 songs from Tablo's Fever's End Part 2 album. I mean, I love EVERY. SINGLE. TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. (there's a but!) I've got to say, it's Tomorrow. No no no. Not because it's featuring Taeyang, though that was the initial trigger, but the lyrics is just beautiful itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's very typical. "The lyrics is beautiful" "I love the how the music is arranged" "I love the MV" "I LOVE THAT CHOPPER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's what makes a song beautiful and attractive, doesn't it? Tomorrow is one of it. It's a sad love song. And to my opinion, this is more than a love song. This song has plenty of meanings, if is interpreted each of our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here it is. Tomorrow by Tablo ft Taeyang. The best way to enjoy a song, is by reading along its lyrics! Enjoy the depth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zU4Mj9dpUI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/-zU4Mj9dpUI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Nimbus Sans L', 'DejaVu Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[TaeYang]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No no no no more tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got someone’s love, that doesn’t mean that you have it&lt;br /&gt;You keep walking, that doesn’t mean time passes&lt;br /&gt;You keep breathing, that doesn’t mean you’re alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I’m still exactly the same as then&lt;br /&gt;The time stopped right at the last moment&lt;br /&gt;However it’s just the past to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(till you come back everyday is yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more (no more) tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories which were tearing my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;They’re now ripped off the calendar&lt;br /&gt;They’re fading as the year goes by&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to live forgetting you&lt;br /&gt;My world is still same (only there’s no you)&lt;br /&gt;They’re telling me that afterwards I will smile recalling the past&lt;br /&gt;For me it’s not even easy to raise my head which was facing you&lt;br /&gt;Why do they keep talking even though I don’t even wanna hear them&lt;br /&gt;I’m staying here&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say that tomorrow is the new day&lt;br /&gt;(the morning will be darker than the night with you)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say that after a storm comes the calm&lt;br /&gt;(the calmness will be more anxious than the worries with you)&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a mess&lt;br /&gt;It’s spring again to you but my season don’t change&lt;br /&gt;Even though my heart blossoms (I’ve got no tomorrow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I’m still exactly the same as then&lt;br /&gt;The time stopped right at the last moment&lt;br /&gt;However it’s just the past to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(till you come back everyday is yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more (no more) tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a dead smile which is empty inside&lt;br /&gt;They say I look even better than when I with you&lt;br /&gt;That they can stop worrying about me now&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;This smile can not deceive me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I became normal&lt;br /&gt;I emptied my heart a lot because it became a burden&lt;br /&gt;I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me your consoles because I don’t want to hear them (please stop)&lt;br /&gt;They say that the cure of love is another love&lt;br /&gt;(the meeting will be more lonely than a farewell to me)&lt;br /&gt;They say that the time fixes everything&lt;br /&gt;(the life will be same as if I’m dead every second)&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got someone’s love, that does not mean that you have it&lt;br /&gt;You keep walking, that does not mean time passes&lt;br /&gt;You keep breathing, that does not mean you are alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know that&lt;br /&gt;No no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No no more tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Till you come back&lt;br /&gt;No no no more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(no more) till you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;No no no more tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more (no more) tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Till you come back&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more (no more) tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more (no more) tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more (no more) tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby there’s no no no no more (no more) tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Source: LYBIO.net&lt;/div&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/784260481653104648-6910601876623688177?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6910601876623688177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6910601876623688177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6910601876623688177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6910601876623688177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/11/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8903466955704469678</id><published>2011-10-15T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:32:50.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airbag - Tablo.</title><content type='html'>Feeling mellow after listening to Airbag by Tablo, and I've my reasons. &lt;a href="http://omonatheydidnt.livejournal.com/7061808.html"&gt;Read here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years been absent, Tablo's back with Airbag that really reflects on how he felt. I won't say he's okay right now, but he should be. Maybe not fully recovered, but he's got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tablo is a funny man. I used to watch him often on variety shows. I preferred him rather than his other Epik High members. I still hope he's still funny, after all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NOamcytVfj4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/NOamcytVfj4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are deep... and sad. I'm just glad he's back :')&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/784260481653104648-8903466955704469678?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8903466955704469678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8903466955704469678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8903466955704469678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8903466955704469678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/10/airbag-tablo.html' title='Airbag - Tablo.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2292797443710042699</id><published>2011-10-06T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:39:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time, lived a man named Steve Jobs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know you'll see more post like this around, and God knows how many have you read so far, but still. I'm going to have mine. It may not be touchy, but it's the thought that matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/stevejobs/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCsLll_fcxs/To11XBd3SBI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Qf5KVkitG5E/s400/sj1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shocking day, isn't it? On 6th of October, the once, and still as I see it, an incredible leader of our generation, has left forever. Just a day after the launch of iPhone 4S. From iPod to iPad, he has done it all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A surprise for me. A surprise to the whole world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am still in disbelief. Despite the fact that I am not much of an Apple fan, I adore his leadership. Steve Jobs was one of the few people that is clearly aware of the fact that if you have the will, success will always await. His journey in Apple, wasn't as smooth. This is, of course, a very typical scene on the road of success.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;re-watching&amp;nbsp;his speech at Stanford and recalled all this information I knew about him. His story is admirable.&amp;nbsp;He once dropped out, got fired, wandered around for several months... but look who has he become in our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He had faith. How many out there does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/UF8uR6Z6KLc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"...so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future". "Believing that the dots will connect down the road, will give you the confidence to follow your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Steve Jobs,&amp;nbsp;Stanford&amp;nbsp;Commencement&amp;nbsp;Address (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've got to admit, without him, smartphones won't be like it is right now. Laptops, won't be like it would be right now. Tablets, won't be flooding the market right now. Touchscreen - we probably won't know what that was few years ago, if it wasn't because of him. Apple was trend setters.They were in lead. They managed to pull the public attention, even just by a single event.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"For another metric, we measure adoption. If you look at Windows 7, it took them about 20 weeks to reach 10% of their base. It took Lion 2 weeks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"The Mac is the #1 best selling desktop and notebook in the US." Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;- Tim Cook, during his first Apple Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kymrshE73Y1qafu1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kymrshE73Y1qafu1d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&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-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;iMac G3. I loved it from the first sight. Yet alone with what we have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Remember Macintosh? It was hideous, to be compared with what we have now. But recall again. Remember... iMac G3? I remember seeing a picture of it, years later, through a PC I was using, and not a Mac. I thought of how beautiful it was. I loved the vibrant colours. 13 of them. Or was it? Sorry, I don't even know how many colours were there actually. It was beautiful, that's what I remember. It was exactly what one would want at home. Steve Jobs wanted to give what we want the most. What we would use at home. Then it was Macbook. I started to wonder what this apple logo was. It had a very sleek design. I wanted one. Still dream of one. And will get one. I see lots of copied version of it these days, but none to compare to THAT. It is unique in it's own way, and we know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve Jobs was very much in love with what he was doing. Because of that passion, he never did give up, although he once thought he had failed, when he got fired. He saw light, in times of despair. From what I learnt from my Innovation and Change class last two semesters, what Steve Jobs saw was&amp;nbsp;opportunity, while others might have seen it as a failure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And why was his leadership, so something that people would still look at? Here's why. During his step down of being CEO 'period', I came across a shared experience of one of Apple's employee. I'm not going to copy and paste the whole post, but here's a link to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://plus.google.com/107117483540235115863/posts/QNWKwJTFmki"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Steve Jobs called on a Sunday morning, for a correction on a small detail that one probably might not notice at all. A gradient, on the icon of Google. He looked into the smallest detail, and fixed it straight away. He wanted perfection, if possible. This alone, is more that enough to prove his incredible leadership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;However, death was a word he often reminded of himself, in the midst of everything he had. He was diagnosed with cancer in the year 2004, and has several leaves of absence later the following years. And so true of what I just read somewhere in between my timeline on Twitter just now; "We all knew he was very ill, but we never knew it would be this soon". His closest experience experience of facing death few years ago, has now become, the second closest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"No one wants to die. Even people who wanted to go to heaven, doesn't want to die to get there. And yet, death is a destination we all share".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Steve Jobs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I can confidently say Steve Jobs has no regrets at all, even upon his death. This man, has lived his life the fullest. This man, has done what he loved best. He was almost always there during the launch of Apple's new product. Almost, because of yesterday... How can he have any regret after all that? Maybe there were some minor things, but yet again... what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Writing this post, has had me thinking again. Sir Jobs was true. Everything seems to connect now. Why I was the only child that had a proper English education? Why I was the only child that wasn't sent over to boarding school? Why I, from an A-student, turned out with a pretty bad result for my last important exam in high school?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Without all those, I'd probably have more difficulties communicating with people around me without English beside me. I'd probably stay up late, running through pages that I don't enjoying reading, if I was sent to a boarding school. I'd probably be whining over physics, biology, chemistry, and those subjects I never actually enjoyed and good in, if I had that all A's in my certificate. I know now, and sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I was 'designed' for design. All those, were a blessing in disguise. Steve Jobs knew all that. He had faith in what he was doing. He had passion. It took him long years, but he finally figured things out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&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://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadget.com/media/2011/10/infinate-jobs-mourn612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadget.com/media/2011/10/infinate-jobs-mourn612.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&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-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Credits to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/photos/rip-steve-jobs-1-infinite-loop-cupertino-ca/#4505403"&gt;Engadget&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;To Steve Jobs, although gone, and although for never knowing my name or what so, thank you for inspiring. I've learnt to enjoy to do things I love and live my life the way I want it. Considering the ups and downs you've been through, I still have a long way to go. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rest in peace, to our generation's genius. &lt;/i&gt;Condolence to his family members, 49000 employees and... adorers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;...and to all cancer patients out there, do live your life. Don't lose hope. I don't know how you feel, but Steve Jobs might have inspired you somehow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&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/784260481653104648-2292797443710042699?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2292797443710042699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2292797443710042699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2292797443710042699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2292797443710042699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/10/once-upon-time-lived-man-named-steve_06.html' title='Once upon a time, lived a man named Steve Jobs...'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCsLll_fcxs/To11XBd3SBI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Qf5KVkitG5E/s72-c/sj1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1408844778800907140</id><published>2011-10-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:22:53.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0QLDw7ZTJU/TonRTQU-hsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0lVTyVmH1kA/s1600/Desktop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0QLDw7ZTJU/TonRTQU-hsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0lVTyVmH1kA/s400/Desktop.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My new desktop wallpaper for the month! Nah. This won't be long. I find it awkward having Big Bang staring at me. Especially when Taeyang's making that face. And, is that some sort of wordings on maknae's forehead? I don't normally use wallpapers like this. Yes, there's Big Bang in it. But... I prefer something more neat and simple. Or maybe, just a HD candid shot of them. Nopp. This would be my one night stand desktop wallpaper.&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;I still love you guys though, BB.&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;And it's already October! (3 days late, who cares anyway) So far so good. I'm pretty much enjoying my life. I've been... procrastinating. Left my works&amp;nbsp;unattended&amp;nbsp;for five nights. What do I get? Chaos! I still have two more drawings to refine, and a comic to finish!&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;Not to forget I've presentation slides to be done. *starts speaking alien language*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, happy October! Lol I just miss STB (sounds like a disease..........), that's all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&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/784260481653104648-1408844778800907140?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1408844778800907140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1408844778800907140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1408844778800907140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1408844778800907140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/10/tenth.html' title='Tenth!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0QLDw7ZTJU/TonRTQU-hsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0lVTyVmH1kA/s72-c/Desktop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2906448016230989538</id><published>2011-09-25T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:31:16.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Miaw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Changed my background to... cats! I've this huge obsession towards cats. I've been loving them fury creatures since a kiddo! I guess the one common answer people would answer if they were ever asked about me, is 'SHE LOVES CATS LIKE SHE LOVES TAEYANG'.&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;Because yes. My love towards cat is well known among my friends, and my dad's friends. I remember back in Limbang ,when I am around my dad's friends, I would often get questions about my cats, their friend's cats, because really. That's the only thing they can talk to me with. I don't talk politic, and me communicating with people better in English is another thing.&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;I talk cat language too. MIAW. MROW. MEOW. MIEW. FISH. Eh.&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;And while I'm already at it, meet Maru, if you didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_AbfPXTKms?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/z_AbfPXTKms?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...that awkward moment when you realize a cat is more famous than you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He even has his own book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And a calender only available in Japan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;His videos has more likes than normal human beings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...and he's just a cat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Love cats people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s - turns out i'm not depressed after all! it was just a minor mood swing (maybe i was but still in denial ^^;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-2906448016230989538?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2906448016230989538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2906448016230989538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2906448016230989538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2906448016230989538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/09/miaw.html' title='Miaw?'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1508775524147604781</id><published>2011-09-23T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:38:15.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Behind that smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Good morning,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's 12AM, and I'm still awake. I've class tomorrow, but that's okay. I think As you can see (read?), I am obviously having problems with my sleeping hours these days. There are days where I would sleep at 12. Or 1. Latest could be 3. The latest I've been up to was 6AM (during my 'holiday-turns-me-into-a-lifeless-girl' days).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why? Various reasons. I've drawings to complete. I've summaries to write. Idols to stalk (ohgod). A life to talk about on Twitter. Also maybe because I've had a nap around 7PM, and waking up at 8PM feeling fresh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Or. I've depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So I did some research and read about depression. Articles about it are pretty much the same, and here are the symptoms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sadness that won’t go away;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boredom;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling irritable or anxious;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loss of interest in usual hobbies and activities;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Loss of appetite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Irregular sleeping habits;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unexplained outbursts of yelling or crying;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Reckless or risky behavior like alcohol and drug abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The ones in bold are what I have now. To be exact, I've been having them for a week. As you can see, I've scored nearly all 8 symptoms. I may not be depressed now, but I'm falling for one. I'm positive, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;These days, even Taeyang somehow fails to make me giggle to myself. Instead, I caught myself just staring blankly outside the window, or the wall, and suddenly cry to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's weird, but worrying at the same time as I don't show any of these symptoms in front of anyone. Only through my words. It's hard, I guess, to be smiling from the outside, when inside all you have is this crappy feeling. It flutters sometimes, the butterflies, when it sees the one it has its eyes on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mom would have that worried look on her face if she ever knows about this and will start her "Be strong, be happy" lecture on me again. &lt;i&gt;(i love you btw, mom)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could cry. I could cry if I wanted to. Cry and tell the whole world what caused the tears. The heart should feel less ache because that is what it needs now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But no. I chose the other. I choose to hide them. For now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/784260481653104648-1508775524147604781?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1508775524147604781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1508775524147604781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1508775524147604781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1508775524147604781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/09/behind-that-smile.html' title='Behind that smile...'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2667131625670930223</id><published>2011-09-18T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:26:41.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><title type='text'>Imagine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, hi again. Tonight, it's all about imagination.&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;I've a huge imagination. It consists of many stuffs. What I want to be, what I WISH to be, what I hope for things to be, what I would think it would be and... many more. I've had it since a kid, and I believe everyone had theirs too.&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;I used to imagine of this invisible friend. Well, to be frank, I still have this imaginary friend. Call me scary, or just insane, this imaginary friend of mine was there every time and every where. Not even best friend Shida could have been every where and any where with me. I don't know her name though. I never gave her one. Maybe she's a 'he', I don't know. How this friend looks like? I don't know too. Like I said, she's invisible. I can't see her, but I hear her. On days I'm alone, I would catch myself 'talking' to her. It's fun, I guess.&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;But then again, she's just an imagination.&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;But mine can be too strong sometimes. There are days where I scare myself with all these imaginations I have. Three years ago, I was involved in a car accident. Guess what people? Days, I think weeks, before that accident, I imagined myself getting involved into one. I had the same imagination, everyday, every night. Maybe it was fear that triggered me, as I found out that my dad would be driving the car. And poof! It came real.&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;Despite that incident, I didn't stop imagining stuffs, you know. It was the one thing that kept be holding on, even on my toughest situation. It kept me, happy. On days I'm down, I imagine things that would make me happy. How things could actually turn out the other way round. It works in cheering me up.&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;These days, I've been having this imagination. One, I could say, a life I hoped was a part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, I have many best friends. Shida (codename Limball lolol) whom I knew for nearly 10 years, Amanda, Siti and Farhanah (codename MASH) whom I met in Limbang, and them Aina, Adila, Ajah, Syu, Zatie and Stella (codename ZA'NY) I found in Miri. They're amazing, and I'm grateful for that, but I've always wished for a best guy friend. I guess... the only best guy friend I only had was... Louie.&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;I've always wanted a brother, you know. Since I don't have one, having a best guy friend will be able to replace that. One that I can actually treat like a brother. Three of them. Where we grew up together, as us four used to be neighbours, and often visit each other every week, despite the fact we're studying in different institutions. Then one day, it was found that best friend #1 is ill, and had to be sent overseas where they four finally&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;for the first time in their life. A friendship so strong, grew stronger because of that and one of them.... &lt;s&gt;falls in love......?&lt;/s&gt; (this part is silly and unnecessary i don't know why is it there. maybe single people are always like this lol)&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;And that was it. My latest imagination It's not going to happen anyway. But I'm happy enough to imagine that. I think I watch too many dramas though. Keeps me hoping for a perfect life that I don't.&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;But really, I want at least 3 best guy friends. BE MY BEST GUY FRIEND PREEEZ. YOU DON'T HAVE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME. THAT PART WAS THERE CAUSE I WATCH TOO MANY DRAMAS SORRY FOR SHOUTING BUT REALLY I WANT THREE OF YOU TO BECOME MY BEST FRIEND YEA KBAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sobs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/784260481653104648-2667131625670930223?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2667131625670930223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2667131625670930223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2667131625670930223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2667131625670930223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/09/imagine.html' title='Imagine...'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2691967218665610647</id><published>2011-09-09T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:32:33.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pottermore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>ALOHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aloha people! I've been gone for so long, ey? Not even to bother to wish you all a HAPPY EID FITRI and HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY to you Malaysians! Google gave a meaningful surprise for Malaysians when they put up a doodle for us the other day, didn't they? Touched ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/-ly9Thx2dSo8/TmjWVrgsErI/AAAAAAAAAug/0ozEcvGRo4s/s1600/gd.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ly9Thx2dSo8/TmjWVrgsErI/AAAAAAAAAug/0ozEcvGRo4s/s320/gd.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The new semester just started 4 weeks ago, and really! Despite all my rants and complains I do daily, one month actually passed by in just a blink of an eye! Not that I don't enjoy class, there's only this one subject that I'm not keen of.&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;But forget that, I've my favourite subject so far, and it's Drawing &amp;amp; Illustrations. For those who know me, they might think this would be an easy subject for me, but no! It ain't! Turns out I wasn't really good in drawing, and I even had my drawing placed at the lowest spot, which was 15 out of... 15! Yes. I took the last AND second last spot with my first drawing. I've plenty to learn ;)&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;I miss my blog a lot. I've been working on some post that I've never completed. I think it's about time to start completing them and post it up on the NEW interface Blogger has? I must have been idle for so long, I did not realize the change! I've heard updates of it though, but never bother to ch-ch-check it out. Till now. It's beautiful! I love the interface. Google has updated every of it's services, like Google Docs, and it's similar to this. If you're wondering, Google+ has this feel to it as well.&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;By the way people, I got in &lt;a href="http://www.pottermore.com/"&gt;Pottermore&lt;/a&gt;! I &lt;a href="http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore-for-those-who-misses.html"&gt;registered&lt;/a&gt; about a month ago, on the third day of the 7 days challenge. As magical as I was, there were already thousands more that got in earlier. Anyway, I'm happy! Guess what house I got sorted in? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm feeling pretty much excited for everything actually. I don't know. Maybe I'm just in a good mood? Anyway, I've to go now. Like, go, sign out, play around, doodle, draw, SHOWER (ehehehehe), and return sooner or later.&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;AHOLA! (aloha in reverse, you get the joke? AHAHAHAHAHA- ahem, yea.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-2691967218665610647?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2691967218665610647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2691967218665610647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2691967218665610647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2691967218665610647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/09/aloha.html' title='ALOHA!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ly9Thx2dSo8/TmjWVrgsErI/AAAAAAAAAug/0ozEcvGRo4s/s72-c/gd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2685382231813895915</id><published>2011-08-19T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:27:22.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, 5 shining stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1CfAVdCXhw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/f1CfAVdCXhw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 years of sweat and tears, for the past 5 years of success, from the 5 men that comes together under one name. 5 years ago, 5 men debuted under the name of Big Bang and has made great achievement since then. Following their sunbaes Jinusean and Se7en, Big Bang managed to turn out big and has came up with excellent music almost all composed by leader G-Dragon.&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;A year ago I was writing a similar appreciation post on this on an blog I used to be a member of. This year I'm doing the same. And so will it be next year and the following year and also the following years. Why? Simply because, I too, if I happen to be famous one day, I would at least&amp;nbsp;appreciated&amp;nbsp;at least one appreciation post like this. As I wrote that entry it felt like I had the best time of my life. As I recalled and recalled what song I used to sing the most, and what song that dragged me into this fandom, I realized it was more than that.&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;The previous year, I made a promise to myself. That one day, I will make one of my many dreams come true. And which will it be? Well, that, we'll have to see. I'm a hard worker, actually. When I want it, it's serious business. But before I made that promise, I didn't have that much, you know, spirit in me. I felt, a little discourage. There were so many things in my mind. "What happens if this goes wrong?" "Would I ever......?".&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;But the deeper I fell for Big Bang, was the deeper I understood what success mean. Watching their documentary for the first time, I will never understand if they have not gotten to this place yet. I remember one time watching one of BBTV where they aired Seungri whom injured himself during their concert. He had burns on his face, and even injured his leg on the same night. He was still performing though. He was very stubborn. He wanted to end the performance together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he fainted.&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;You see, Seungri was never a member I grew fond to at first. But I was touched. I was moved. I was, ashamed of myself. He was diligent and very passionate. While I WAS diligent, but was I passionate about what I love? No. Since then I grew fond of him. Not to forget how I actually enjoy watching him on variety shows.&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;I had plenty of dreams. I dream of having my own piano, have it in my room, with beautiful petals falling on the balcony. I dream of flying to Paris, one of the most romantic places, where I could just adore the Eiffel Tower. I dream of coming back to Taiwan, where I feel I've spent the best childhood there. I dream of a career, a career I was so keen of back when I was barely 11, a designer. It will be long, and some may not happen for like another 10 years? But if Seungri managed to endure a burning flame, I should be able too.&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;Because of this, BB, I love this fandom. It's more of an, inspiration, having you around. Happy 5th. #BB5FORLIFE :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq69t8uN8v1qbefszo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq69t8uN8v1qbefszo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/784260481653104648-2685382231813895915?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2685382231813895915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2685382231813895915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2685382231813895915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2685382231813895915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-5-shining-stars.html' title='Happy birthday, 5 shining stars...'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-3358015204031360042</id><published>2011-08-16T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:57:18.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2NE1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Be pretty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9D0nLjYMYTw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/9D0nLjYMYTw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while, hasn't it? I mean, me posting these KPOP videos. Or has it? It won't be Big Bang today though. But, not far from them as well. I've always adored 2NE1 ever since their debut. I Don't Care was addictive back then, and as they evolve, I find myself singing almost all of their songs they release.&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;This is quite old. I just grew fond. Probably during the release of this song I was too busy, fangirling about other stuffs, being artsy here and there, I didn't really concentrate much on this song.&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;Throughout my life, there were days I've been judged by the way I look. "Why are you so skinny? Don't you eat? DO YOU HAVE WORM IN YOUR STOMACH?". I mean, really? I don't eat? Shouldn't I be dead right now, no? Worm? Like if I tell you I don't have one, would you believe me?&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;What's up, people? Too fat, people judge you, too skinny, people question! And it's funny how I can't even find it an insult when it's something some people actually worship these days. However there are always those days I just wished to be viewed as normal. No questions. You know that feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to end this up;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Just like her, I want to be pretty".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;...because there will always this one person we wish to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-3358015204031360042?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3358015204031360042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=3358015204031360042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3358015204031360042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3358015204031360042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Be pretty.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1699599798002383920</id><published>2011-08-16T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:40:05.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolwut'/><title type='text'>Checklist.</title><content type='html'>1) To survive semester three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, because I've a feeling this semester is going to be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-1699599798002383920?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1699599798002383920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1699599798002383920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1699599798002383920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1699599798002383920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/08/checklist.html' title='Checklist.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-3270121409580530440</id><published>2011-08-10T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:45:20.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Dont wake up. Yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"You know... last week I had this presentation............."&lt;/i&gt; said the thin guy, with small eyes, shyly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Presentation? Why are you telling me this? On our first meeting, and that was the first thing you say? I couldn't hear well what he said, but I understood him saying that he didn't do well in his presentation. He saw me full of thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WhatI'mtryingtosayisthatI'mbadinconversationslikethissopleasesaysomething?"&lt;/i&gt; he then said quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled. &lt;b&gt;He giggled back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shame. He disappeared as my eyes opened.&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/784260481653104648-3270121409580530440?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3270121409580530440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=3270121409580530440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3270121409580530440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3270121409580530440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-wake-up-yet.html' title='Dont wake up. Yet.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2851840245230744966</id><published>2011-08-10T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:45:33.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spammers'/><title type='text'>About spammers,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are days where I just love having you guys here, on my chatbox. See how well I treat you people? One of the reason I often come back to Small Things Bite is because I have such strong will &lt;strike&gt;spammers &lt;/strike&gt;blogwalkers, as they say, that I cannot resist trolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, look at Katt there. She's going 'Happy blogging' twice in her message. That's like a new way of saying 'Hi', and 'Bye'. How innovative?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Steven. Ohhhh. You would not believe Steven. All this while I thought Steven was MAN. But he turned out to be a SHE. Oh yes. Steven referred herself as a 'her' in Shida's cbox, and that's how I found out. Oh Steven, you're sucha troll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy your visit. I am touched by your strong will but that won't make you visit your site. Not if there is something interest me, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With love and hate, M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-2851840245230744966?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2851840245230744966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2851840245230744966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2851840245230744966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2851840245230744966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-spammers.html' title='About spammers,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5386737876573170739</id><published>2011-08-02T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:01:22.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pottermore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Pottermore - for those who misses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qJVsxuH0uY/TjgafAaDdeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7QplNOaBgsY/s1600/pm.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qJVsxuH0uY/TjgafAaDdeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7QplNOaBgsY/s320/pm.JPG" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, I here would like to announce I am a part of Pottermore. It is yet another clever idea of bringing Potterheads around the world to come and gather and enjoy a unique experience of the HP books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Launched last Sunday, I barely got registered. If you are reading this, let's say, 1AM GMT+, and visit &lt;a href="http://www.pottermore.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after reading this post, then this is what you might be seeing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2CSTLIMAYI/Tjgb9b-Pv3I/AAAAAAAAAuY/OtKzqBXZ2iQ/s1600/pm2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2CSTLIMAYI/Tjgb9b-Pv3I/AAAAAAAAAuY/OtKzqBXZ2iQ/s320/pm2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it is this you're seeing.. I am sorry to inform you that you are not magical enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loljk. Everyone is magical only when you find the quill. A clue will appear everyday on certain hours (my bet is that it'll be out at 7PM GMT+ tmr, so yeah, welcome) till 6th of August. It is of course based on the HP books. So it's either you get yourselves well prepared with HP facts (a little bit of math knowledge would help as well) OR, be clever enough to a find way on the answers to the clue.&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;And if you keep failing, well, fret not. This site will be open during October. This is like a magical version of Google+ (which i too also have. ahhh what life am i living).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's it. Toodles, muggles! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-5386737876573170739?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5386737876573170739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5386737876573170739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5386737876573170739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5386737876573170739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore-for-those-who-misses.html' title='Pottermore - for those who misses.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qJVsxuH0uY/TjgafAaDdeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7QplNOaBgsY/s72-c/pm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1878054944179619268</id><published>2011-07-26T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:55:06.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan rickman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy in the bubble'/><title type='text'>The Boy In The Bubble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. Looks like I've been missing Alan Rickman's voice so much, I've his latest animated film feature as the narrator in my "Must Watch" list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This trailer reminds me everything of Harry Potter. From the main character's name, Rupert (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rupert? Rupert Grint?!&lt;/span&gt;), Rupert's age - 10 years old (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10? reminds me of 10 year old Potter!&lt;/span&gt;), the magic book (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;magic? HP was all about magic!&lt;/span&gt;), and of course.. Alan Rickman as the narrator. That's like, watching a movie in Severus Snape's class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story isn't though. It is about a boy, Rupert, who turned to a magic book to protect his feelings, so that he won't experience another heartache after his first love failed.&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/-Ng-4pP_uR1c/Ti5Nz0CnC3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nbB71FebAeQ/s1600/tbitb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng-4pP_uR1c/Ti5Nz0CnC3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nbB71FebAeQ/s1600/tbitb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which is why I am very much interested in this film. How can a 10 year old be this sweet? Plus this would add to my "Animated Films I've Watched" list. I haven't watch an animated film for quite some time. I think the last one I watched was... TANGLED. Yes, Rapunzel, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget I am pretty much attracted by the graphics. It's like a mixture of old and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IiG-fQpmWc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/4IiG-fQpmWc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. A bedtime story with Alan Rickman's voice. I can sleep forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official site: &lt;a href="http://www.theboyinthebubble.net/"&gt;The Boy In The Bubble.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-1878054944179619268?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1878054944179619268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1878054944179619268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1878054944179619268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1878054944179619268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/boy-in-bubble.html' title='The Boy In The Bubble.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng-4pP_uR1c/Ti5Nz0CnC3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nbB71FebAeQ/s72-c/tbitb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7206425934226660229</id><published>2011-07-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:02:03.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shida'/><title type='text'>Wonderful 19.</title><content type='html'>This post is for my 19 year old hyung, Shida :)&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/-cvtRhkV4Ibg/Tiw3igM3cVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Zv_naEqEYXA/s1600/HP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvtRhkV4Ibg/Tiw3igM3cVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Zv_naEqEYXA/s400/HP.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's this? It's actually your birthday card I designed for you. Sorry, this is what you're supposed to see together with my present, but my parents are very busy and they couldn't send me to print this. Because of that, I've been a little bit upset not being able to send this, but instead a funny looking card I made. SOBS :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I decided, if the tradition way won't work, I'll deliver it to you the modern way. Aren't you glad you have a designer friend? You get a specially design, one and only birthday card made for you :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, happy being nineteen! The path of being rich and successful isn't easy, so stay kedekut and continue being that DoS hyung I've always known c(: &lt;b&gt;I love you!&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/784260481653104648-7206425934226660229?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7206425934226660229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7206425934226660229&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7206425934226660229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7206425934226660229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/wonderful-19.html' title='Wonderful 19.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvtRhkV4Ibg/Tiw3igM3cVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Zv_naEqEYXA/s72-c/HP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4711776091280381815</id><published>2011-07-23T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:09:06.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>How will I die?</title><content type='html'>Would I die lonely without having the chance telling the peoples I had in my life how I felt about them once upon a time, or even at that moment? If that is to happen, I would have many regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretful for not telling my family I love them everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead being selfish with them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretful for not being thankful enough for my caring friends everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead losing them each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretful... regretful for not getting to tell the people I secretly like what they should hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead pretending it's okay being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll have plenty of regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-4711776091280381815?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4711776091280381815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4711776091280381815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4711776091280381815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4711776091280381815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-will-i-die.html' title='How will I die?'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6681422047065985814</id><published>2011-07-22T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:14:48.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Weasly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Rise higher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm the sixth&amp;nbsp;in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up&amp;nbsp;to. Bill and Charlie have already left -- Bill was head boy and Charlie&amp;nbsp;was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess&amp;nbsp;around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks&amp;nbsp;they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others,&amp;nbsp;but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get&amp;nbsp;anything new, either, with five brothers."&lt;br /&gt;-Ron&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember this? It's from the first book of Harry Potter. Ron, the 6th child to be sent to Hogwarts, often felt overshadowed by his older brothers.Bill who was a headboy, Charlie was a Quidditch captain, Percy was a prefect at the moment, while Fred and George, despite the various tricks they have up their sleeve, Ron knew that one day, they'll make it big just like the other three did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ron on the other hand, felt burdened. He even felt&amp;nbsp;burdened&amp;nbsp;from the first day entering Hogwarts during the sorting ceremony. His whole family has been a Gryffindor, but what happened if he didn't get sorted into that particular house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His dream was to have the same great standard his brothers did. In fact, better. He wanted to be the pride of the family. One who people would always admire and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What took me so long to realize that Ron and I had something in common?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But remember? Ron had his first success in the first book as well! He was given 50 points for playing the best chess game and even won. Percy called out to his fellow prefect friends saying "That's my brother!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..and this got me thinking all over again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-6681422047065985814?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6681422047065985814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6681422047065985814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6681422047065985814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6681422047065985814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/rise-higher-if-you-can.html' title='Rise higher!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-328565684213955390</id><published>2011-07-20T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:31:21.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermione Granger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voldermort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draco malfoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Weasly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='until the end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Severus Snape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter: The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend passed me this link and I thought this is worth sharing as well as the perfect clip to end my Harry Potter week. Harry Potter deserves more than four posts though. Without further ado, enjoy (note: you would want to prepare a box of tissue).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-gndPCB768?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/m-gndPCB768?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brb crawling to a corner, crying like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my magical childhood (':&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-328565684213955390?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/328565684213955390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=328565684213955390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/328565684213955390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/328565684213955390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-end.html' title='Harry Potter: The End.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7692047313347759155</id><published>2011-07-18T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:30:38.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>"I never wanted any of you to die for me" - Harry Potter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="321" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=234772584&amp;amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=234772584&amp;amp;width=1337" height="321" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/234772584/"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://dygmaynie.deviantart.com/"&gt;dygmaynie&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something I played around with few nights ago. I was bored, but wasn't inspired enough. All I could come up is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-7692047313347759155?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7692047313347759155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7692047313347759155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7692047313347759155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7692047313347759155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-never-wanted-any-of-you-to-die-for-me.html' title='&quot;I never wanted any of you to die for me&quot; - Harry Potter.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7529291452549967663</id><published>2011-07-16T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T15:42:49.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acapella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hedwig&apos;s theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overboard'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Theme Song: Hedwig's Theme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thought of making this week a "Harry Potter Special Week". Why not? It's not like I haven't done something like that before. Remember SS3?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what do I have here? After watching the Deathly Hallows Part 2 the other, I thought, why not get down to business and start having a collection of Harry Potter's.. well. Everything? This means, I need the theme song as well, because I know, there will be a day where I would just want to sit down while reading its series accompanied with it's theme song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It didn't take long for me to find it. Harry Potter's theme song, or also known as Hedwig's Theme (sobs Hedwig sobs), was done by John Williams. This song definitely deserves a spot in your iPods or iThatCanPlayAnyMusicPlayLol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love how magical this song really sounds. There is no other movie that would pop up into mind when you listen to it. Harry Potter has got to be the answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="309" width="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCNHVMIYqiA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/zCNHVMIYqiA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="305" height="309" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember the first time listening to it? It reminds you of the first time the trios met, the first time in seeing Hogwarts, the first obstacle they ever had.. As it plays extends longer, you are slowly reminded of almost every exciting scenes in all 8 movies. Amazing thing a theme song can do, isn't it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And here's another. An acapella version of it, done by Overboard. I have always loved acapella, and this one, &amp;nbsp;auto tune or not, either they lied saying they did not involved any instruments in it, it is still lovely! I loved the fact that they even dressed up according to the HP characters here. It is funny, but amusing. Acapella requires lots of talent, patience, creativity and many more, and these 5 had it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="309" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4J4nHJdiorg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/4J4nHJdiorg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="309" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Brilliant! Just brilliant!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;For this Hedwig's Theme Acapella Version download link, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.overboardvocals.com/acappella-music/harry-potter-theme-song.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and click download. 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Harry Potter debuted on the big screen in the year 2001 and became the biggest sensation ever since. Plotted carefully yet so beautiful by J.K Rowling, all seven books was turned into life thanks to David Heyman, Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, and Tom Felton, just to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still remember when I first watched Harry Potter. My sister &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;innocently&lt;/i&gt; bought a pirated cd so that we could watch it together at home. I don’t know why. Going to cinemas at such young age at that time, wasn’t really what we would normally do.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first impression towards the first movie, still seem so fresh in my mind. Weird. I’m not like this often, but today seems to be an exception. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone were that different, were that unique, and was that much fun to watch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watching it for the first time had me head over heels on Harry and the brilliant magic featured in it. I loved it! “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wingardium leviosa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” I would say over &amp;amp; over, just in case, I had this magical side of me waiting to be discovered, just like Harry did. Sometimes &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Alohomora”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when I get grounded by my mother. I kind of memorized the spells that was featured in the first movie. Yes, I ‘practiced’ them as well. Watching at such a young age, I pondered to myself; a boy who thought he was just another &lt;s&gt;normal human being&lt;/s&gt; muggle, turned out to be a famous wizard despite his young age. Maybe.. I am a witch myself? Haha, yes. I bet every other kids once in a while thought the same thing too. Since then, Harry Potter’s and his fellow schoolmates in Hogwarts life, was what I envied. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Avada kedavra!" - &lt;i&gt;Lord Voldermort as he murdered Harry's parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was during the fourth movie, I became really addicted to Harry Potter. I started borrowing books from my good friend, Amanda, who happens to be a huge fan of Harry Potter. But to be honest, I never finished reading the third book. I regretted it though. I regretted of not having my own collection of Harry Potter books. Wouldn’t it be nice to flip each page and reminiscence every single scene? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how much of a fan was I back then, again? Well. It was up to the point where I ‘enrolled’ for Hogwarts on a virtual Harry Potter website (lost the link, don’t ask). I was a Gryffindor, thanks to the sorting hat that did several questionings before sorting which house I belong to. It was then a trip to Ollivander’s famous wand shop, and as I wished, I got a wand that that had a touch of unicorn’s hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*coughsMalfoyhadonetoocoughs* &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11971549/138581417_large.jpg?1310655433" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11971549/138581417_large.jpg?1310655433" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as time flies, I watched the Harry Potter characters growing up. It felt weird at one point when I compared their picture back then and now. Some things never changed though. Harry was still Harry, Ron was still that witty old Ron we’ve always known, Hermione is still that genius we all love and Malfoy.. well Malfoy, is still a little wimp as I see him ;) Though he-who-must-not-be-named, ‘lost’ his nose in the process.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my personal opinion, Harry Potter had many memorable scenes. I mean, it’s an eight length movie, that took 10 years to complete all 7 books. There are a pile of memories in it! Here’s to name some:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ever changing direction stairs Hogwarts have. And of course, Fluffy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch clip here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/HGoJuT12pV8"&gt;http://youtu.be/HGoJuT12pV8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Draco’s first meeting with Harry:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Watch clip here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/bEnLhKoVJlI"&gt;http://youtu.be/bEnLhKoVJlI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;- He’s been that annoying brat since the first movie, but I love his innocence. This young boy you see here became a wonderful actor thanks to his role in Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ron’s battle in the chess game:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch clip here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/Jx3BuC4teV0"&gt;http://youtu.be/Jx3BuC4teV0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- This is probably the best chess game ever played. Ron, despite being immature on some things, he surely do know how to play chess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voldermort’s appearance: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch clip here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/_Ud5wPyJI60"&gt;http://youtu.be/_Ud5wPyJI60&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- I remember Professor Quirrel very well. Thanks to that &lt;i&gt;serban&lt;/i&gt; he wore. I thought it was hair he was hiding.. but oh well, J.K Rowling thought hair was too boring she decided to replace it with Voldermort's face instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cedric’s tragic death:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch clip here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/YcY1zcsmbtw"&gt;http://youtu.be/YcY1zcsmbtw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- From the Goblet of Fire. Robert Pattinson looked good here, and not in any other Twilight movies. Just saying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter’s kiss with Cho Chang:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEIdpuXSY44?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen"value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEIdpuXSY44?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425"height="349" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Hermione wasn't the first female actress that I loved. It was Cho Chang. This kiss was anticipated by me and I thought it was the best kiss scene until Harry kissed Ginny. Oh well. I had a change of heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The sorting hat scene:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch clip here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/xQZFWA2KDbw"&gt;http://youtu.be/xQZFWA2KDbw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Admit it, this old hat seemed scary at first, right? I love it anyway!&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dumbledore’s death:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch clip here: http://youtu.be/6qXYoitSHAU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I just cried. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Severus Snape’s “Turn to Page 394”:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch clip here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/YlIKLLkvulY"&gt;http://youtu.be/YlIKLLkvulY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- This scene is very popular among Potterheads. Just listen to him say “Page 394….”. That’s like hearing words of threats, when all he meant was just “Turn to page 394”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there are much more, actually. But above all, was what I’ve waited, yet wasn’t prepared enough, was from the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; movie.. Snape’s memories and feelings he had for Lily. If and only if, I wish Snape’s death never happened. If and only if, I wished Snape was Harry’s real father&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;. I’m sorry James, but Snape is right, you’re a little bit useless. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Often and was forever mistaken to be the bad one here, Snape’s love towards Lily was the reason he is loved by many Potterheads. It’s sad that it is only after 10 years, people who didn’t knew, just found out. Whatever feelings one might have now, knowing the truth, RIP Severus Snape.. You’re the bravest man we’ve known. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I never wanted any one of you to die for me" - &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With many lives sacrificed along the journey, Dumbledore (&lt;i&gt;which i think should have died earlier me no gusta this man okay? sobs&lt;/i&gt;),&amp;nbsp; Sirius Black, Dobby, Hedwig, Fred, the Dark Lord’s death finally came. Upon his death, I came to a realization. Harry Potter, is really ending. No more seeing Hagrid coming to the muggle’s world, escorting Harry back to Hogwarts. No more seeing Harry, Hermione and Ron, the trio that makes just anything possible when all three are together. No more of Severus Snape’s cunning tricks and sarcastic words he would throw towards Potter. No more exciting magic spells to be learnt. No more of the sight of Hogwarts. My childhood, ended here. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“The boy who lived, come to die”.&amp;nbsp; – &lt;i&gt;Lord Voldermort, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what more could I say? If it wasn’t for J.K Rowling, I’d probably be living in the muggles world. Every Potterhead found out they were no longer muggles, but are actually wizards from within. It is nice to have fantasies like this, especially when you know it’s impossible to live it. My childhood came alive because of this. Who knew? It started as a book, and came out as a sensation. ALMOST every movie was worth watching. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, it was a story of the boy who lived, and survived. Cheers to the 10 years that we’ve gone through, wizards and witches! It was nice meeting you all. Remember, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Even after all these years?” – Professor Dumbledore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Always&lt;/i&gt;” – Snape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11975307/tumblr_loc1j0jWyY1qlqzh6o1_500_large.jpg?1310662381" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11975307/tumblr_loc1j0jWyY1qlqzh6o1_500_large.jpg?1310662381" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you. I love you all. With this, I am pleased to announced, that I have graduated from Hogwarts..&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-5715914805913991391?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5715914805913991391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5715914805913991391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5715914805913991391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5715914805913991391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-all-ends.html' title='It all ends.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2255847446922783502</id><published>2011-07-09T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:03:24.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Love Song - song cover redesigned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supp,&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;I've been pretty bored these few days. I've finished my one and only final paper last Monday, and boy, don't get me started on how hard it was. Yes, ENGLISH. Me + English = hard = howisthatpossibleyetsotrue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I'll be having a one month holiday, I worried a lot about my Photoshop and illustrating skills. These two had kept me living despite the fact I faced it every single day of my semester 2 life, moaning, complaining of how tired it is sitting in front of the laptop zooming in and out up to 12AM trying to meet the deadlines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I decided to do this. It's nothing, actually. It's not even part of my design assignments (that i'm thinking of uploading them on my dying dA!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yAYfhHcQ9U/ThcwqeETDHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ttppUXhLON8/s1600/LOVESONGBB+copy+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yAYfhHcQ9U/ThcwqeETDHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ttppUXhLON8/s320/LOVESONGBB+copy+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is my tumblr link doing there ohgodno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Big Bang has brought such big impact to me... I decided, why not re-design it's &lt;a href="http://www.gokpop.com/i1/news/1/6437-j451utvdbe.jpg"&gt;beautiful original song cover for Love Song&lt;/a&gt;? Loljk actually I'm submitting this for a competition hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But really. I actually enjoy doing album covers, that I made other version of it:&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/-SvYbl8yxwf8/ThcxsStBraI/AAAAAAAAAt4/sbwzcx9QaWs/s1600/eg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvYbl8yxwf8/ThcxsStBraI/AAAAAAAAAt4/sbwzcx9QaWs/s320/eg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know. I just played around with the colour and reposition the layout. BUT STILL YOU DO NOT KNOW A DESIGNER'S STRUGGLE. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So about this, well. Since this is a song cover, I tried to&amp;nbsp;portray&amp;nbsp;the "Love Song" by emphasizing on the "Love". How? The coloured area is actually a shape of a heart. It is made up of several pieces of triangles, kinda like me trying to say "This was once the song I loved - I still do, but it breaks my heart".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pretty much inspired by the original cover actually. It's just that I've&amp;nbsp;simplified&amp;nbsp;it a hundred times fold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This won't scored a full mark from my lecturer. It probably won't score half. I'm pretty bad in layout, but I THINK, this is impressive. My original sketch was nothing close to this, but wow look! It turned out... great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And here it is again.. Love Song! Ah. My life.... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKZEmLvYVF0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/IKZEmLvYVF0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-2255847446922783502?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2255847446922783502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2255847446922783502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2255847446922783502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2255847446922783502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/holla-people.html' title='Love Song - song cover redesigned.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yAYfhHcQ9U/ThcwqeETDHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ttppUXhLON8/s72-c/LOVESONGBB+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4711656546917990903</id><published>2011-07-05T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:03:07.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf is this'/><title type='text'>The brainless can play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I actually enjoy playing flash games. The thing is, playing games is just my flaw. Forget World's Hardest Game. I tried it before and gave up at level one... since I failed to pass level one gazillion of times. I thought this applies to everyone, but it seems like 'first level is hard to complete' statement is proven false when a friend managed to get to level four (or six).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THIS is a lot harder (at least for me). I mentioned 'brainless' because this game does not require any logic. If I were ever left in this damn, boring, stressing colourful room, I would die in 24 hours. This game took me days to complete (because i paused it i'm a busy girl too okay) and that is with the help of cheat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neutralxe.net/esc/sphere_play.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5BQUQoHVUQ/ThMmhmMFUMI/AAAAAAAAAtw/nElVBglptp8/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IGNORE. I didn't even bother to read, but even without reading I managed to figure out what I'm supposed to do.&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;I don't even remember why I got into playing this game? I must have been really bored and free! Good luck in cursing people! Remember there's always a cheat if you know where to find it :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-4711656546917990903?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4711656546917990903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4711656546917990903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4711656546917990903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4711656546917990903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/brainless-can-play.html' title='The brainless can play.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5BQUQoHVUQ/ThMmhmMFUMI/AAAAAAAAAtw/nElVBglptp8/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5377840243589816832</id><published>2011-07-05T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:57:34.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doojoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy (belated) birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj1q5hre5Q1qd9cpdo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj1q5hre5Q1qd9cpdo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're special in your own way. Happy belated birthday, Yun Dujun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-5377840243589816832?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5377840243589816832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5377840243589816832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5377840243589816832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5377840243589816832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy (belated) birthday!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5190205974570497812</id><published>2011-06-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:34:37.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waaaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>Fangurrr is real. #Part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgQpxo-Fd4E/Tgc0LMscCWI/AAAAAAAAAts/mYKDSWCYqS4/s1600/bblist.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgQpxo-Fd4E/Tgc0LMscCWI/AAAAAAAAAts/mYKDSWCYqS4/s320/bblist.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what is this? This is an 18 pages long of Big Bang song list. Yes, there are some overlapping titles thus explains why I'm doing this. Sorting this thing out wasn't as easy I thought it would be. The ones in green is what I have. The ones in yellow is what I need re-download. The ones I haven't highlighted yet is on the way to be processed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So why am I doing this? Because I'm another freaky fangirl? Well, NO. I need to sort it our properly so I won't have 2 songs in my files. I dug every folder I had (which was why i am so relieved i sorted them into folders last night) and listed it out accordingly.&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;The night is still long people. I thought of studying, but really, I can't stop thinking about this.&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;&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/784260481653104648-5190205974570497812?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5190205974570497812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5190205974570497812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5190205974570497812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5190205974570497812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/06/fangurrr-is-real-part-2.html' title='Fangurrr is real. #Part 2.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgQpxo-Fd4E/Tgc0LMscCWI/AAAAAAAAAts/mYKDSWCYqS4/s72-c/bblist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8078570295614190556</id><published>2011-06-26T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:53:20.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirl'/><title type='text'>Fangurrr is real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrnzUALysE4/TgYa8GcTURI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wzUw7H2nFGk/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrnzUALysE4/TgYa8GcTURI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wzUw7H2nFGk/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know. I thought I had it all, but after sorting it out into folders, I realized how little I had. THE LIST IS NOT COMPLETE.&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;If you were wondering if I ever listen to all these, well.. YES. I do. I really do. I update my playlist every single night, add in new songs when I have the time (and when the internet is acting really nice like tonight phew). I love seeing the number of songs I have increasing.&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;Though I have to constantly remind myself of the limited space I have... :\&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;But wait. Where's Big Bang in the screenshot??&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;I had my Big Bang song's&amp;nbsp;separated with the others for 3 beautiful reason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's around 8+ sub folders under my Big Bang folder, ALONE. I don't see the point of messing up my head by putting a folder in a folder. Ya know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because I'm a VIP and I just feel like separating them with the others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm brilliant. LOLwat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meanwhile in my English folder....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/-yJHVfJiQZUM/TgYcnFs3nEI/AAAAAAAAAto/aqKMXTZ8rBU/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="67" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJHVfJiQZUM/TgYcnFs3nEI/AAAAAAAAAto/aqKMXTZ8rBU/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohohohohohohoho. This is no joke guys. These are the ONLY English songs I have with me. And it's not even sorted in folders, since... there's nothing to sort out with?&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;It's funny from how I changed my perception towards music for the past few years. I've been a fan of Japanese, Malay (idk when this happened but it did), Indonesian, and certainly English songs fan. Not that I'm saying I don't enjoy English songs any more. I do, but I don't know where to start any more. Back then if you were to ask me what's the latest song rn, I'll answer you under 3 seconds. Ask me the same thing these days, I'll be able to answer under 3 seconds as well. With a different answer of course; "I DON'T KNOW".&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;Oh well. At least I do know some. Right? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-8078570295614190556?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8078570295614190556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8078570295614190556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8078570295614190556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8078570295614190556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/06/fangurrr-is-real.html' title='Fangurrr is real.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrnzUALysE4/TgYa8GcTURI/AAAAAAAAAtk/wzUw7H2nFGk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8019467557399035334</id><published>2011-06-22T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:45:18.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daesung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh ma baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>Oh Ma Baby..</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I guess I've been Koreanized too much? Here's to another Korean related post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ma Baby is one of my favourite songs after Haru Haru. Besides Koe Wo Kikasete, Oh Ma Baby has that beautiful melody to it, and like their other songs.. beautiful lyrics. I missed Daesung. With the current situation he is in, the level of sadness of this song just increased 80%. Just how sad does he sound &amp;nbsp;here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHaCo90gxbg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/yHaCo90gxbg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big Show. IREMEMBERTHEMSINGINGAGOODMANWITHTHATFYIJUSTSAYING.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-8019467557399035334?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8019467557399035334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8019467557399035334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8019467557399035334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8019467557399035334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-ma-baby.html' title='Oh Ma Baby..'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1597881234459546187</id><published>2011-06-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:31:49.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't end here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;*inserts any relevant sentence here*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ne.. Kajima.. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-1597881234459546187?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1597881234459546187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1597881234459546187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1597881234459546187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1597881234459546187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-end-here.html' title='Don&apos;t end here.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1775429535462757694</id><published>2011-06-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:58:47.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aldksdlsdklsd28239283'/><title type='text'>Siblings. The enemy you cannot live without.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got to say, that is one of the truest crap I've ever heard. My sisters and I are best friends today, enemies tomorrow, strangers another day, and best friends again. As much as I hate that complicated bond we have between us, I would always end up feeling sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably it's because I'm the youngest? For the past few years, I've always believed that you can nothing get anything right if you don't get blessings from your elders. My position as the youngest family member, somehow became a burden instead of joy. I felt torn, since I was naturally born to be this mean, annoying, disrespectful at sometimes, and won't just sit there to get criticized that easy. I mean, what am I to do? I know the truth, I want to speak the truth, but because I'm the youngest, the truth shall remain silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who says being the youngest is forever fun?&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;Thanks big sister for inspiring me to write a crappy emotional post specially dedicated for you after the beautiful entry I wrote for dad. You were extra annoying today, I hope I annoyed you too. In a nice way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-1775429535462757694?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1775429535462757694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1775429535462757694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1775429535462757694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1775429535462757694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/06/siblings-enemy-you-cannot-live-without.html' title='Siblings. The enemy you cannot live without.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1765863973190430232</id><published>2011-06-19T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:59:48.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy fathers&apos; day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>To that one man,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fathers have always this interesting way of telling their children of how much he loves them. It's either they snap at them just to tell the kids are wrong, or ignore every achievement you get, but secretly they're proud of 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 dad is someone that works that way. Back when I was still in school, dad never attended any&amp;nbsp;occasion at my school, or me receiving an award. It was only my mom who would be seen among the audience cheering along with other proud parents. When asked why, he would answer it is a waste of time. I didn't understand. I was completely butthurt and never did bothered to tell any of my successful stories to him any more.&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;Dad lived a proud life. With his last position he held, I'm sure he was one proud officer and so were we. His attitude towards people however, could be a little too mean. You see, my dad is a strict man when it comes to work. I've seen him at home and at work, and I see two different man in front of me. He yells at people sometimes and I would often find a way to make him feel bad. But he never did. Again, I never understood.&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;It was only after my dad retired, I realized how much contribution he did, soft hearted and how much he cares about others.&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;My dad who used to have people (so called friends i would say) clinging onto him asking for his help for this and that, knew he would lose all that after he retired. My dad somehow knew all those people that he was so close with, will end up leaving him. Maybe not all, but most of them, as I see it. The urge to hug him was there, but I didn't. Now, I guess he's used to it already.&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;Despite all those weird, nasty, unacceptable comments he gives, at the end of the day, my dad would still find time to joke around. I love seeing him laugh. Even a smile is perfect enough for me. Every time a comedy is on TV, I would always turn around to see if he gives out a laugh. I just find it that precious..&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;If one were to ask me what's the greatest and memorable moment I had with him, was the day he carried me back home when I was 5-6 at Taiwan. I still remember that day because, to be honest, I wasn't tired, or asleep. I just wanted him to carry me, and so I closed my eyes and leaned onto him. He noticed and carried me back home..&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;For all the small things you do dad, it is a joy to me. And all your hateeffingweird comments you say, I find it very inspiring, anyway. I may have hated dislike you at some times, but I guess almost everyone feels that way &amp;nbsp;towards their parents at some point, but it will be forever till I love you and mom :D&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;..I'm better in writing these down instead of telling these personally. Happy Fathers' Day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-1765863973190430232?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1765863973190430232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1765863973190430232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1765863973190430232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1765863973190430232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-that-one-man.html' title='To that one man,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-948766865509672622</id><published>2011-05-19T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:46:44.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asdfghjkl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taeyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omgicried'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the husband i&apos;ll never marry'/><title type='text'>Happy 23rd,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;This was supposed to be posted yesterday :(&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Dong Youngbae oppa that I 'met' few years back, this will be my 2nd year celebrating your birthday. To be honest, I was a little&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;on how I refused to know you and the Big Bang members better when my sister first told me about you. It was then when I sat in the room, all alone, and watched you play piano after falling so hard for Daesung's smile.&amp;nbsp;You took the #1 spot away from him since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that I'm not saying I dislike the others, NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your passion towards music, and your love towards your YG family, I was basically touched by the little things you do. Imagine just how many more you have inspired throughout the 23 years you've been living. Plenty, no, loads.&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;To another 23 DECADES of success, happiness, joy, passion, love and marriage ( :(((( ) you're willing to share and show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkqh10JUWe1qh2x48o1_r1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkqh10JUWe1qh2x48o1_r1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lleuuiFUFd1qd7yfao1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lleuuiFUFd1qd7yfao1_250.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;You will always be that husband I can never marry ;__;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lldi52ilRZ1qdu2hjo1_250.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lldi52ilRZ1qdu2hjo1_250.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;That "Love you" seems like it was for someone special but okay, &lt;/strike&gt;love you too.&lt;/span&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://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbvgzh6u751qesqw7o1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbvgzh6u751qesqw7o1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday, sun. Shine brighter :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-948766865509672622?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/948766865509672622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=948766865509672622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/948766865509672622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/948766865509672622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-23rd.html' title='Happy 23rd,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-9106105538015256513</id><published>2011-05-08T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:23:58.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that time of year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Nineteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieLwRZlg87U/TcayIFhLB_I/AAAAAAAAAtg/yTWyAFIP1uI/s1600/DSC04901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieLwRZlg87U/TcayIFhLB_I/AAAAAAAAAtg/yTWyAFIP1uI/s320/DSC04901.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My whisper has been heard. A birthday and a mother's day cake! I blew three candles today :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;To the wonderful family members who I woke up to singing to their countless birthday songs, the best friend I could ever have whom has dedicated me a simple yet beautiful post on her Tumblr, the beautiful people who gave me such touching birthday wishes at exactly 12am, and to the amazing wishes I got from my friends on Facebook, thank you. Thank you for making this day, very special for me. From the little efforts to the big ones, I surely did got myself the biggest smile.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers to being 19. Cheers for the last number of -teen. Cheers to a better life. Cheers for a happier life. Cheers to the past and the future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers to every single person who made me smile :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you all. I'll live better. Thank you. And Happy Mother's Day, mom. I know I'm not the kind of person that would say this to you, but do know that this youngest daughter of yours, love you for eternity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-9106105538015256513?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/9106105538015256513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=9106105538015256513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/9106105538015256513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/9106105538015256513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/05/nineteen.html' title='Nineteen.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieLwRZlg87U/TcayIFhLB_I/AAAAAAAAAtg/yTWyAFIP1uI/s72-c/DSC04901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-782398163816481652</id><published>2011-05-05T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:26:34.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Alone in heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister has just gone to KL today. Thought knowing that the other 2 will be returning to Kuching tomorrow, I feel very empty tonight.&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;To be frank, I dislike it when all my sisters are away. Back when my sisters were still in boarding school, my parents and I often pay the airport a visit - the welcomes, and goodbyes. I hated the goodbyes. I think it was around age 10 where I whispered to myself "I don't want to wave you guys goodbye :(" while sending them to the airport.&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;My eldest sister once kissed me on the cheek, when she was about to return to Malaysia. I was 5-6, so yeah, I didn't mind getting smooched by her at first (back then i was sooooo adorable my sisters adore me , i know they do). Secretly, I had tears in my eyes, and kinda pushed her away while saying "Euwhhhhh!". I think it was from that day where I started to hate sending my sisters to the airport leaving me all alone at home later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love a house where almost it's family members are around. It feels alive. There is no other place where I can spoil myself except home. My parents are always here, but sometimes, I need a person to annoy more. Someone where I don't mind calling &lt;b&gt;"BISH YOU CRAZY ARSEWHORE. FUG YU OLS. I'M PRETTIER THAN YOU GUYS HARHARHAR"&lt;/b&gt; when I get so mad and sulk the whole day like no other. Cause for me, that's just how I express love (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i swear my sisters are gonna go OH RLY? after reading this&lt;/span&gt;) towards them.&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;Weird, isn't it? When it comes to spazzing over Taeyang, I'd blurt out every love poet available. But when it comes to family, I do it in a totally different way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9475396/crayons-dh7f7pijc-86610-320-213_large.jpg?1304608336" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9475396/crayons-dh7f7pijc-86610-320-213_large.jpg?1304608336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I am this ignorant. But deep inside, I am this loving.. Self-praise, no one can do it better than you.&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;Can't wait for tomorrow (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-782398163816481652?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/782398163816481652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=782398163816481652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/782398163816481652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/782398163816481652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/05/alone-in-heart.html' title='Alone in heart.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8205798474256848278</id><published>2011-04-20T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:59:15.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>Love Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/IKZEmLvYVF0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKZEmLvYVF0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKZEmLvYVF0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the simple black and white MV, I loved it as much as I loved the others. In fact, this MV left a great impression on me. Just 3 hours after the world premier the other day, I watched it through my phone. The quality of this MV just as satisfying as their previous MV. Though I do find it cute to see 5 men dancing while surrounded with burning cars.&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;It wasn't even in sync. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Black and white or colourful as Gara Gara Go, Big Bang nailed it. Just after 2 days of the release date, it has reached 2 million views. You really can't deny their talents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-8205798474256848278?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8205798474256848278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8205798474256848278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8205798474256848278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8205798474256848278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-song.html' title='Love Song.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7809082874447874118</id><published>2011-03-24T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:06:47.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradise ranch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Paradise Ranch - review!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i56.tinypic.com/abiiwi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/abiiwi.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My super week post may have ended, but I'm not stopping there. Recently, I've just finished watching the complete episodes of Paradise Ranch, and yes! This is a wonderful story :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would say Dong Joo &amp;amp; Da Ji are one of the couples where people would go; "Aigoo. They look like siblings" because that was what I felt! From their stubborn characteristics, to their looks, they do have something similar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dong Joo &amp;amp; Da Ji was once a married couple, where Da Ji was barely 20 and Dong Joo 21 when they both got married. Despite the fact that they were opposed by their elders, the two young couple insisted to marry, anyway! In the end, both side of the family agreed, and weehee, Dong Joo's grandad gave them a horse as a wedding gift! ROFL, I just needed to mention that.. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, 6 months later, they both divorced (awww! why!). The two met again after 6 years and ever since that day, the two has been seeing each others face for nearly everyday since Dong Joo had to live in Da Ji's house for business matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing I like about Korean drama is they keep the suspense till the very end! I was already reaching episode 14, and I kept wondering, whats the end for these pitiful couple? (despite the fact i somehow knew the ending) It was only after a few denials, being cursed, hurt by each other, them both.... well. You watch for yourself :O :) xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lee Da Ji's fun character is just adorable. It's either Lee Yeon Hee is as this way in real life, or she's just a great actor. The background of this story is very refreshing and calming. Mostly filmed at the Paradise Ranch, I just loved seeing the green grass that covers. Somehow or so, I smell the fresh air as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find Jin Young's character very, nice and sweet. Unlike the typical bad guy we normally see, Jin Young had that soft and patient side of her. Guys, this woman is your dream girl! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About Yun Ho, well, what can I say? He's very handsome, and I like his way of saying; "I do not make friends with woman" while shaking hands with Da Ji, as a request to be friends. It's so cool, I die! XD Da Ji, of course, became the happiest girl alive. My mom is a huge fan of him, and I can understand why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I tell that in this story, Yun Ho was dating Da Ji, and Dong Joo was dating Jin Young? Yes. Several years after the divorce, and few months (or year) after the unexpected bump in between Dong Joo &amp;amp; Da Ji, the two main character seemed to be moving on very well, with a new beau. I got to say this story is a little bit complicated, especially when another party came in - Yun Ho's ex wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every drama must have that funny moment, and this was one of it. Changmin's English...... LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jsk0c0qt1TI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/jsk0c0qt1TI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have Changmin as the main character, you would most likely to expect an OST from TVXQ. And vualah, here you go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHrjLdREtqM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/bHrjLdREtqM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not as beautiful as Secret Garden &amp;amp; My Princess's OST though :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how much did I enjoy it? Very. Was it as great as Secret Garden? No, but it was lovely. Did I cry a lot? Well, kinda. Did I laugh a lot? Yess, a lot, thanks to Changmin's face expressions. Did I have any butthurt moment? Nope! Nada! Nil! This story is highly recommended if you're that type of person that just hates those butthurt moment. Will you love this story? Well, I don't know. You tell me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just FYI, this story is aired on Astro One HD, so yeah. Another great reason why you should upgrade you Astro, NOW. Handsome dorks are kept in that channel 8D 16 eps all together, 4 episode less than Secret Garden. So this won't be taking your time much! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-7809082874447874118?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7809082874447874118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7809082874447874118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7809082874447874118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7809082874447874118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/paradise-ranch-review.html' title='Paradise Ranch - review!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/abiiwi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-260500499607477661</id><published>2011-03-24T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:14:11.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super show 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Super Show 3, fancams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told you. My super week is not over yet. This time.. fancams! And no, they're not mine since the only fancam I have is during the intro :( I repeat, ONLY. Yes. Now I feel like an idiot for not recording.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyD0byTpqXE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/fyD0byTpqXE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was the time where I was sitting with my arse on fire. The dancers touched Eunhyuk like maaaad T_T But I don't blame them since it's just a dance routine *meditates to calm self down* Muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrQCLKI99HQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/JrQCLKI99HQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMMA KHABAR! Bahaha dorks. They do exist in real life! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vz13Pg_WG98?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/vz13Pg_WG98?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MY FAVOURITEEEE! Omg. Watching this again brings me back to that night. I was one of them singing :') You gotta love this. Explains why I'm a big fan of his voice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fR8kjaKwNXY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/fR8kjaKwNXY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this was that evil maknae. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCuQovNjWe0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/CCuQovNjWe0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HNGHHH this performance was fabulous! You can certainly tell from the cheers from the fans! This song alone has this exciting aura, but when performed LIVE, nothing could get any better. *applauds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QE0soNdF54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/3QE0soNdF54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the only fanchat I was really sure of. MIINAHH for the win! This is why it is advisable to memorize any fanchants if available. *nods nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVc166dU6fU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/TVc166dU6fU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I just love this song. It's so happy. And there you are Heechul o__o Really. I could barely remember in which performance he was since there were only few appearance of him on stage. Encore :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/McNYO64IBfg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/McNYO64IBfg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fanchant that I memorized well. Well, some. This was the haunting song that had been song in my head for week (or more) ever since it's release. Yes. This song, together with the sweet MV. What I loved most about this performance that night was Siwon(?) &amp; Leeteuk flying with those balloons. I find it so romantic T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NipFjsCy6PA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/NipFjsCy6PA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan wo, kan kan wo. Yesss I speak a lil Chinese! This performance was stuck in my head after the concert. Even when my friend and I went to watch movie. This was the only song that I kept singing. Truth be told, I was actually dancing along to this song when they performed it. Why not?! I've memorized it, somehow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YvNOuUw0oY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/-YvNOuUw0oY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry. With. Piano. And. Sings. Baby. I. Will. Start. Loving. Bieber. For. This. /dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMn3tvqrUDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/UMn3tvqrUDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hyukjae, Hyukjae!". See you again readers. On the clouds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite the fact I HATE fancams because of 1) the noiseee T_T 2) I prefer HD stuffs? ROFL at the ego, but this would be an exception. We all hate the screams and cries we hear but still, we watch them, ey? Credits to the uploaders! :D Have fun! My super week will end, today! Thank you for tuning in :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-260500499607477661?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/260500499607477661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=260500499607477661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/260500499607477661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/260500499607477661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-show-3-fancams.html' title='Super Show 3, fancams!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6633963363815763769</id><published>2011-03-22T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:53:01.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super show 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post with pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>SUPER SHOW PHOTO SPAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F2DcIhvEDQg/TYd-2qsgC5I/AAAAAAAAAso/zHGhXBj4gks/s1600/BLERK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F2DcIhvEDQg/TYd-2qsgC5I/AAAAAAAAAso/zHGhXBj4gks/s320/BLERK.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0JqoYpypWSk/TYd-7Qe56ZI/AAAAAAAAAss/p_yqZKAZLP0/s1600/4KANGIN2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0JqoYpypWSk/TYd-7Qe56ZI/AAAAAAAAAss/p_yqZKAZLP0/s320/4KANGIN2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-45NS496tblA/TYd_Hzh0BrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/J6JB0Cy894w/s1600/HEART.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-45NS496tblA/TYd_Hzh0BrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/J6JB0Cy894w/s320/HEART.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-37ULtbnS9DE/TYd_MjvBLmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/65iueEKsKWo/s1600/SAPPHIRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-37ULtbnS9DE/TYd_MjvBLmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/65iueEKsKWo/s320/SAPPHIRE.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hjS5rHrkjfU/TYd_T232_lI/AAAAAAAAAs4/H2dqd9MIfC8/s1600/SY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hjS5rHrkjfU/TYd_T232_lI/AAAAAAAAAs4/H2dqd9MIfC8/s320/SY.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q1ln_60hJ3w/TYd_YsH3MoI/AAAAAAAAAs8/RO6SH7WSnOY/s1600/KTBEH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q1ln_60hJ3w/TYd_YsH3MoI/AAAAAAAAAs8/RO6SH7WSnOY/s320/KTBEH.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This has been my super week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've already uploaded batch 2, which is the last batch on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dygmaynie/sets/72157626308637790/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. 65 pictures in total, out of the 200+ shots I took. The rest? Well. I'll keep it for myself to spazz about :) Feel free to visit! Feel free to spread the love under one strict condition - credit me please. I'm not asking for fame here, but really because I understand how much the use of acknowledging another person's work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I still think of that night :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-6633963363815763769?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6633963363815763769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6633963363815763769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6633963363815763769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6633963363815763769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-show-photo-spam.html' title='SUPER SHOW PHOTO SPAM.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F2DcIhvEDQg/TYd-2qsgC5I/AAAAAAAAAso/zHGhXBj4gks/s72-c/BLERK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-65027257211348863</id><published>2011-03-21T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:36:22.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super show 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><title type='text'>SS3 Malaysia - memorable moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bsscYDCAEs/TYd-GIb2-ZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/vbnN0nUaqO4/s1600/SS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bsscYDCAEs/TYd-GIb2-ZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/vbnN0nUaqO4/s400/SS3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586572506585037202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My style. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lolol. This is gonna be a super week. So while I'm in a good mood, and memories are working great, I'm gonna spam my blog with Super Show moments. These were the best so far. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Say yeaah~. Say yeaaaaah. Say yeeeeaaaahhhh". Sexy anchovy did it again! I died! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-65027257211348863?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/65027257211348863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=65027257211348863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/65027257211348863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/65027257211348863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/ss3-malaysia-memorable-moments.html' title='SS3 Malaysia - memorable moments.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bsscYDCAEs/TYd-GIb2-ZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/vbnN0nUaqO4/s72-c/SS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2274541465582244875</id><published>2011-03-21T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T03:05:21.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super show 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Super Show 3 Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was what I was trying to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fyeah. I did it. I went to Super Show this time alright. How can I not when knowing that this might be the last Super Show together with leader, HeeHee, Yesung and other members for the next few years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon the start of this historical event, I encountered plenty of problems. I was only a few steps away, from missing this concert. Good thing, things ended up smoothly, and together with Hida and her other guy friend, we safely arrived Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil around 4. Lightsticks were sold for RM20. Cheaper than the ones sold at the official KPOP merchandise stores they have around KL. Glad that I got this lightstick since this will be the living evidence I shall keep to myself and be reminded of this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since this was the first concert ever, I was a little surprised with what I never thought of encountering of. As soon as the concert started at 6, the stadium was filled with plain fangirl screams and shouts which... surprised me for I never had that much of girls screaming at the same time. Just, imagine how it sounds like? It's a killer for the ears! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Starting off with a short clip, the boys appeared from the middle of the stage, with Donghae flying up from the middle of the middle stage (if you get  what i mean) and the rest appearing at the side. The first 2 minutes were patiently recorded by me, but in the end, I had to release my fangirl spirit. I FELT THE URGE TO SHOUT HWARGHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I won't be telling about the whole detail of each performance here though. But if you were to ask me, what was the most memorable performance the other night, it'll certainly be where all members were playing an 'invisible' violin with the instrumental background music, and poof! KANGIN WAS ON SCREEN. Unable to perform for military service, the performance was dedicated to him reminding all E.L.Fs, Kangin, will always be a member :') It was touchy and I like the snow effects they had on stage that moment. I felt the love back there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dygmaynie/5543190485/" title="SUPER JUNIOR.  by Dyg Maynie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5293/5543190485_3109c950d9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="SUPER JUNIOR. " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current profile picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But yet again, I guess all were my favorite performance? Especially Eunhyuk's Down, Henry's Baby and of course, the ending where Donghae kept singing; "When I see your face~". I never will listen to these three songs the same way again. NEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lil upset though, with the right side fans. The seats were empty and not much lightsticks were seen. I was hoping for a full blue sapphire blue sea, waving left and right. Somehow hopes that seeing that didn't bring down the boys' spirit of performing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About the stage, my biggest enemy of the night was that steel pillar put up in the middle of the stage. Yess, I somehow understand the use of it which is to lift up the removable stage, and as wires for the boys. But really? Blocking the view? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking pictures were a bit tough as well. The crew was on the roll, and had their eyes on EVERYONE who were with their camera. Camera was prohibited so taking pictures needed some skills, especially when you've a seat near the crews! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I would like to laugh off at the way the securities checked out bags. It was, simple! Haha. (thank you!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font-variant: normal !important; text-align: left !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 11px; padding-right: 11px; padding-bottom: 11px; padding-left: 11px; font-family: Consolas, Monaco, 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(240, 240, 240); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); border-right-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); border-bottom-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); border-left-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.3em; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just one question. Where did Lady HeeHee go? Heechul didn't make much of an appearance that night. Every time the members came up on stage, I couldn't help noticing Heechul wasn't there, despite the fact I had my eyes glued onto Eunhyuk. So was I disappointed because of this? Truthfully, yes :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I guess the boys made up the missing Lady HeeHee by cracking some funny jokes, silly acts and their non stop "Apa khabar?!". Really. They started the concert with "Apa khabar?" and ended it with "Apa khabar?" as well! They went; "Kamsahamnida! Arigatogozaimasu! Xie Xie! Apa khabar?!". Seems like someone forgot to teach them to say "Terima kasih!" xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't stop recalling the moment where Eunhyuk was only meters away from my seat and waving at everyone. In heart, I was hoping really hard, for us to meet eye to eye, but never did it happen. A little heartbroken, but this thoughtful fangirl understands *cries* LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eunhyuk wasn't the only one though. I guess every member that came near to my seat, left me a great big impression. The faces and expression, was priceless. It would be a matter of time for me to see those faces again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fans at front where the terrace and rock pitt are situated, were uber lucky! It is a common thing for the boys to play around, and hand shake with the fans. It is also a common thing for the boys to grab any fans' camera, and have their own selca. It happened again the other night, where Donghae was seen taking pictures and videos with the fans digicam and polaroids. I guess Kyuhyun did too since all of them were scattered around so I couldn't see who went where? Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of Kyuhyun. I could not imagine how evil this maknae can be! :)) Poor Eunhyuk was being kicked and laughed by him during Cooking Cooking. But then, maknae will always be maknae, and pulled him back up. They walked back down to the middle stage together, looking like the best perfect male couple alive. * exaggeration*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who had never been to a concert, here's some things I learned from the other night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare to get deaf. My friend killed my with her high pitch voice, and so did the thousand of fans attending xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't worry. Your voice is not the only one missing. After the concert, I lost my voice for quite a while, so prepare water!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just bring your digicam, though it's prohibited xD I mean, this might be your only chance in your lifetime. Rules are made to be broken by right? Worst case scenario is.. you get kicked out from stadium. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUST SCREAAAAAAAM. What's them without you? Show your support! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be prepared with fanchants if any =.= I know I didn't. The only fanchat I knew was "Minah!". ROFLMAO. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super Junior, may not be my first bias in the Korean music industry. Somehow, the love for this group, was there. If it wasn't I would have not bothered to spend RM300+ for them boys, and find every way in and out just trying to reach up to this point. The concert, overall, was heaven. With almost all members standing right in front of my eyes, seeing them in real life makes me realize that they are not far from what we see in tv. Their voice were natural indeed, and did not need and help or backup. Despite the fatigue we saw in their eyes, the boys managed to pull the concert out, and once again, entertained the Malaysia fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first time coming to the Super Show, and it gave me a great impression. Attending this made me realized that a dream could and will possibly come true when you go and work for it. I was once again reminded that it was okay to dream. That one happy night, was satisfying, with their great and powerful performance, even though, I do have some complaints regarding the management. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super Junior, once again, proved the capability, and I do not say this often since they're not my first bias. But today, is an exception. I will, hopefully and definitely, not make this the last time.. :) To the wonderful joy, and the big smile and laugh you all gave me that one night, thank you. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dygmaynie/5543191885/" title="Yesung. Again. by Dyg Maynie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5543191885_9db9aa2a0f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Yesung. Again." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've already uploaded the first batch of photos I captured throughout the concert on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dygmaynie/sets/72157626308637790/with/5543190485/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;! However, thanks to my uncooperative camera, I was sent with dozens of blur images and unpromising effects I wanted. These photos uploaded has already been filtered and edited. You may borrow, with credit, of course :) &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;&lt;i&gt;Thank you leader Leeteuk, powerful-dance-machine-who-I-adore, Eunhyuk, prince charming, Donghae, smoothing-voice-I-so-die, Yesung, you-smexy-man, Siwon, the-fun-lovely Shindong, the-aegyo-overload Sungmin, the-adorable-tomato Ryeowook, forever-a-celebrities-friend Heechul, now-serving-militay Kangin, very-attractive Zhoumi and babybabybabyohhhh Henry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks mom dad sis, Hida and her guy friend and cousin for allowing and helping me to get me there. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super sorry sorry to hyung, Shida for I couldn't buy her Sungmin :( Sorry. Sungmin was sold out. :O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s - you might wanna expect another post about this from me, kekeke. &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/784260481653104648-2274541465582244875?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2274541465582244875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2274541465582244875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2274541465582244875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2274541465582244875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-show-3-malaysia.html' title='Super Show 3 Malaysia!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5293/5543190485_3109c950d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4098562302337556144</id><published>2011-03-16T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:52:42.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Please note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That if one day, I happen to lose my memories about all of you, about the beautiful family and friends I have and met, I want you to know that I love you all, and had always loved you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li24dao1Zg1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 409px; height: 601px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm. Perfect image. "Where's my mind?". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. It's not that I've been diagnosed with a serious disease. Just that lately I've trouble remembering things. Things as in simple stuffs like "What's the colour of my toothbrush, again?". Yes. Up to that extent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always had trouble remembering stuffs. Even the smallest things. It is no surprise if you happen to approach me after not meeting &amp;amp; contacting me for so long and I would say "Who's this again?". Though, IRL, I don't say that directly. I have my own way of saying, "Sry, do we know each other?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It happens, all the time. Even the things I want to remember seems very hard for me to do. Good thing is that it doesn't affect my exam, but still, studying with this short term memory needs skills. How do I do it? I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe this explains why I've forgotten about all my History, Geography, Chemistry etc facts. There was this one night, my sister asked me; "1cm = how many mm?". Yes. The basic of math, but yet, that was the one thing that I also had forgotten. Not wanting to look silly (lol), I answered, "10". Turns out wrong anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember in my previous post where I said "..it would be nice to have memories like them and recall every sentence bla3" (well sth like that, read it &lt;a href="http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-looking-but-youre-not-coming.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) ? It was real. It was not just the everyday wish we hear like "I wish to meet Big Bang". LOL no. I really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been training myself to remember things though. It somehow helps. Especially in solving math questions (what miracle!) So yes. An effort is made. I'm still doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I'm being very paranoid by doing this post? I guess so too. I read too many health articles. &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;Everyone, thank you. I love you :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And really. Don't get me wrong. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for the touchy post lately. I've been watching too much lovely dramas I feel so in love with the characters. Why are my crushes so undeniably impossible? :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cr: &lt;a href="http://thisisnthappiness.com/"&gt;this ain't happiness&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/784260481653104648-4098562302337556144?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4098562302337556144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4098562302337556144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4098562302337556144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4098562302337556144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-note.html' title='Please note.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7315139391173392725</id><published>2011-03-14T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:57:38.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret garden'/><title type='text'>"I'm looking, but you're not coming".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What is it so harsh in your dream?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Because you're in my dream.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are not happy with me, even in your dreams?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Even so... come. Tomorrow.. and the day after tomorrow". &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Secret Garden, Ep 13&lt;/span&gt;&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;One of my favorite quote out of 35298924983 quotes from this lovely drama. For some, the logic of this story, is hard to accept. But life is that way. To live a beautiful life like this, requires more than an unstable promise we call reality..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah. This drama had me laughing all the way. The tears it brought. Made me realize of one thing. That thing. I shall keep to myself :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking like a crazy woman, I sat in front of the laptop smiling at the happy ending. All the small things. I wish I had great memories like they had in this drama. Where they had the 'ability' to recall each sentence and words, and remind each other. Really. If I had a memory like that, I would make all men impressed with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HARHARHAR! Sorry -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A drama I would rate 9.5/10. The same rating I gave to Big Bang's 4th mini-album. And by 9.5, which according to my scale, the best. The missing 0.5 is due to the little things I call, "perfection doesn't exist". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s - Title of post if a quote from Ep 20. The last episode. Happy ending. Thank me if I somehow inspired you to watch the drama after reading this :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-7315139391173392725?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7315139391173392725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7315139391173392725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7315139391173392725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7315139391173392725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-looking-but-youre-not-coming.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m looking, but you&apos;re not coming&quot;.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4837705289979751919</id><published>2011-03-14T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:33:33.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that time of year'/><title type='text'>To the joy you bring,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dygmaynie/5518810167/" title="Red hot SOLAR cd. by Dyg Maynie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5098/5518810167_02e85c4298.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Red hot SOLAR cd." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thank you,&lt;a href="http://thescribblerofdreams.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;i&gt;chingu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you, even though it wasn't because of this. :')&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-4837705289979751919?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4837705289979751919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4837705289979751919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4837705289979751919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4837705289979751919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-joy-you-bring.html' title='To the joy you bring,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5098/5518810167_02e85c4298_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2124966735032919168</id><published>2011-03-12T19:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:34:18.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsunami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>110311 - Yet another date to remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G19wT6k29k/TXtkItu01AI/AAAAAAAAAsY/2HK5e0-RoLs/s1600/Img5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583166263933588482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G19wT6k29k/TXtkItu01AI/AAAAAAAAAsY/2HK5e0-RoLs/s400/Img5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4_NgJR7jUc/TXtkEwaxAbI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Vawvaw1D338/s1600/Img4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583166195935281586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4_NgJR7jUc/TXtkEwaxAbI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Vawvaw1D338/s400/Img4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you still wanna wish airplanes to be shooting stars, right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7b4sNw1KAA/TXtkAzv5CaI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DwTOHNGufbQ/s1600/Img3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583166128109717922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7b4sNw1KAA/TXtkAzv5CaI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DwTOHNGufbQ/s400/Img3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disastrous. You know. I know. We all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8N55TZ-ebA/TXtj8zj2QxI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bX5yYcXAhTM/s1600/Img2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583166059339727634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8N55TZ-ebA/TXtj8zj2QxI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bX5yYcXAhTM/s400/Img2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mother nature's way of saying; "Pollute me and I'll pollute you".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pYUv0KNZ-Y/TXtj3wn4KmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yEW7wXw7Zyg/s1600/Img1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583165972651977314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pYUv0KNZ-Y/TXtj3wn4KmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yEW7wXw7Zyg/s400/Img1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XpSLiPHLPk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XpSLiPHLPk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years. It took only 7 years before the 2nd tsunami shook up the world once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at the images of destroyed buildings, lands covered with sea water and debris, the only thing I could do was feeling bad.. &lt;/p&gt;8.9 is no small figure. Back in Taiwan more than 10 years, ago, the biggest earthquake we've ever encountered was somewhere around 7. The damage was big, very big. For Japan, it was very much unlucky for them to get hit by a 8.9 quake. With aftershocks that might continue for a MONTH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Japan is one of my favorite countries, and I've even made plans to visit it one day. Now this is happening to the land of sushi &amp;amp; animes, I worry, not only for my dream, but also for the people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now dreaming of a house by the beach, requires deep thoughts. I guess this is a great awakening call. The world needs to retire, someday.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By deepest condolence to those who has lost their loved ones in this disastrous phenomenon. Stay strong, BE STRONG. Know that somewhere in any part of the world, there are people giving support and showering you people with prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;#prayforjapan , cause I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-2124966735032919168?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2124966735032919168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2124966735032919168&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2124966735032919168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2124966735032919168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/110311-yet-another-date-to-remember.html' title='110311 - Yet another date to remember.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G19wT6k29k/TXtkItu01AI/AAAAAAAAAsY/2HK5e0-RoLs/s72-c/Img5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5939715606130658393</id><published>2011-03-04T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:59:07.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long post'/><title type='text'>Revived - soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone has ever noticed the "Search me here" links I have on the right side bar there? Well, jyeah. They're literally my Twitter acc, my Deviantart acc and Flickr acc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple days ago, I revisited my two dying accounts namely DA &amp;amp; Flickr, and noticed how much I missed it. Well since my blog itself is dying as well, how about a brief story on how I got involved into these two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deviantart. I was a loyal stalker of this website since age 15. Before Facebook, I was an active user on Friendster. Thanks to this once upon a time favorite social website, I mastered the arts of CSS, HTMl and yes of course, the complicated .js. At this very age, I learned about Dreamweaver, a software I never dreamt of using or bothered to used. And why would I bother to learn all this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the sake of having a more decent look on for my profile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was really active back then. I would lay down my codes and edit them till the night wears out, uploading, downloading, previewing, and back to editing before finally being satisfied. I found Deviantart, thanks to this frequent activity of mine, as I was looking for appropriate, more classy wallpapers as my background. It was heaven and every time I had people asking me for a great wallpaper website, I'd recommend Deviantart. I somehow managed to spread the DA love either you realized it or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since then, I became a frequent visitor. It was more than an artsy website. I discovered there were lots more, and plenty of potential artist in there. For nearly 4 years being a true blue DA stalker, I finally decided to make an account days before Taeyang's birthday. Yes. The call to create an account there, was inspired by Taeyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=164327769&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=164327769&amp;amp;width=1337" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/164327769/"&gt;YB Bias&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://dygmaynie.deviantart.com/"&gt;dygmaynie&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my first arts. My proudest as well. &lt;b&gt;Thank you for inspiring, Taeyang :')&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for Flickr, I was inspired by another Korean artist, who used to be my first bias. Kang Daesung, another member of Big Bang, a dongseng of Taeyang. I had a crush on him on first sight. His non stop smile somehow is a miracle. It automatically makes you smile too! I've died several times seeing him smile, during my first few weeks knowing Big Bang. The reason why I loved Sunset Glow so much, was exactly because of him :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was this one wallpaper I made to be submitted during his birthday. However, that wallpaper never got published (LOL what a pity) so I decided to put it up somewhere. Somewhere, where a fan could see what I've done.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flickr was my immediate solution &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(note: i had Flickr before DA)&lt;/span&gt; and uploaded it there. Soon, I came to realize that it would be better if I had my personal pictures snapped with my Cybershot &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(sighhhhhhhhh)&lt;/span&gt; uploaded there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wallpaper was deleted, which now I feel very regretful. My Flickr right now has been decided to be my personal photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that was it. I guess one can understand right away of what my interest are. While looking back, I totally appreciate the times I've spent online not just by having fun on social websites, but actually learn at the same time. I guess this just developed more of my interest towards arts and photography as I grow up. I thought it was just a mere interest I had when I was little, but noooo. It was more than that. Hope all this explains why I sometimes talk about fashion, artsy stuffs, and of course, my background! Pretty! Ain't it? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm thinking of getting a Tumblr acc since I'm a frequent stalker since last year, too. But should I? I see people getting it cause as they see it, it's a trend. Trend my life! Stop it if you're there for a such reason. This is why I never got myself one :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till I come back with better news. For a better day in my life, ciao ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-5939715606130658393?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5939715606130658393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5939715606130658393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5939715606130658393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5939715606130658393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/03/revived-soon.html' title='Revived - soon.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1676783270038533447</id><published>2011-02-27T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:59:05.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>Beautiful. No words could describe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a beautiful dream last night. Unfortunately I couldn't recall what. Then how was I so certain it was a beautiful dream? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because this &lt;s&gt;morning&lt;/s&gt; afternoon, I woke up with a pleasant feeling. I remember that there was Big Bang. I remember there was someone in it too. A fine man. Could that man, be you? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember how happy the dream was. It was beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess this is all thanks to Big Bang's 4th mini-album. It's been 3 days now ever since it's release, and for that 3 days, I had it accompanying me. I've always told this to myself, but I guess telling myself ain't enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never regretted being a VIP (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah. I'm sorry. Another "Big Bang I love you dead or alive" post from me. It's just that, they've been gone for too long. I wish I did a review on my previous post. My bad. It would be funny to edit the previous post now, so I'll just let it be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-1676783270038533447?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1676783270038533447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1676783270038533447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1676783270038533447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1676783270038533447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-no-words-could-describe.html' title='Beautiful. No words could describe.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7988620222923019972</id><published>2011-02-24T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:31:55.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini-album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>Our Tragic Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHYIyIthFz8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHYIyIthFz8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Thinking of you, remembering you. This pathetic painter. My&lt;br /&gt;only masterpiece is our love tragedy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years on hiatus, Big Bang is finally back. I had my phone in my hand checking new updates and at the same time refreshing the web page for the release of the 6 tracks from their latest mini-album. Call me an obsessed fangirl, I see it as being supportive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This, is so far my favorite track after Tonight. Beautiful :')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-7988620222923019972?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7988620222923019972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7988620222923019972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7988620222923019972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7988620222923019972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-tragic-love.html' title='Our Tragic Love.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-999427744062043052</id><published>2011-02-22T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:40:21.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Dream boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"My dream girl? I don't want her to be perfect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- Jay Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful men, are somehow all over Korea... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-999427744062043052?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/999427744062043052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=999427744062043052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/999427744062043052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/999427744062043052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-boy.html' title='Dream boy.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6106942268801551770</id><published>2011-02-21T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:37:40.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>KAY EL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I've GOT TO DO when I get there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENJOY UNIFI TO THE FULLEST&lt;/b&gt;. I iz going to have a download mania there. Got any useful torrent links? You might as well spam it here. ON THIS POST ONLY. Not on the cbox, not on other post. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DURAMAA&lt;/b&gt;! Fyeah. I've been waiting a loooong time to watch these dramas I've left out :O &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STALK WITH SHIDA&lt;/b&gt;. Hihi. You're gonna bring me stalk right, right, right, right? And we're gonna get lost while finding our way to UNIQLO, right, right, right, right? ^^''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MUST GET A NEW BAG&lt;/b&gt;! My bag is sooooo 2010! It has pen marks on it and- uh. Wow. That sounds disgusting. xD Nvrmnd!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need a shoe. A sandal. Ballerina flats?&lt;/b&gt; :O &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dabel coughasscough three.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make money&lt;/b&gt;. Somehow? ;__;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Can I go back home after all these? I'm leaving my two cats for one whole month, and like a mother, I'm worried and can't sleep well..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See ya. &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/784260481653104648-6106942268801551770?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6106942268801551770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6106942268801551770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6106942268801551770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6106942268801551770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/kay-el.html' title='KAY EL.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6453253992973420707</id><published>2011-02-19T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:33:33.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f27Kakegd3E/TV9yJ5hKycI/AAAAAAAAArw/dpnIxTtQrVc/s1600/9146_b0a3_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f27Kakegd3E/TV9yJ5hKycI/AAAAAAAAArw/dpnIxTtQrVc/s400/9146_b0a3_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575300378092292546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You were there. You never realized. Thank you :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/784260481653104648-6453253992973420707?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6453253992973420707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6453253992973420707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6453253992973420707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6453253992973420707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f27Kakegd3E/TV9yJ5hKycI/AAAAAAAAArw/dpnIxTtQrVc/s72-c/9146_b0a3_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6391581535446481020</id><published>2011-02-19T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:20:40.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Hugs &amp; Kisses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wish you were actually there to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm here. So you're okay".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I REALLY DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need right now is just some comfort and a shoulder to cry on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-6391581535446481020?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6391581535446481020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6391581535446481020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6391581535446481020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6391581535446481020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/hugs-kisses.html' title='Hugs &amp; Kisses.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1374742193175788089</id><published>2011-02-19T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:15:25.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Change is possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;I wish everyone believes in it. I know I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How do I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because I've changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. That's how. &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/784260481653104648-1374742193175788089?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1374742193175788089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1374742193175788089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1374742193175788089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1374742193175788089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/change-is-possible.html' title='Change is possible.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2604130075897676890</id><published>2011-02-13T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:14:35.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gdragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acapella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby good night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>For this sweet lullaby, I won't mind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q056t660h18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q056t660h18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know how much I love you beautiful girl...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has had me accompanied for severals night already. Somehow GD's raw voice managed to turn my night worthy. It's like having a boyfriend. If.. &lt;div&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/784260481653104648-2604130075897676890?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2604130075897676890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2604130075897676890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2604130075897676890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2604130075897676890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-this-sweet-lullaby-i-wont-mind.html' title='For this sweet lullaby, I won&apos;t mind..'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-420756075951194243</id><published>2011-02-13T01:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:51:15.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason wu'/><title type='text'>Tonight's Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gtrojoWzwg/TVbHZxnnDPI/AAAAAAAAAro/zoGETZydvFM/s1600/JWU2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gtrojoWzwg/TVbHZxnnDPI/AAAAAAAAAro/zoGETZydvFM/s400/JWU2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572860834547698930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGbeIAM9ZZI/TVbG0W8rk5I/AAAAAAAAArg/RQAH_IfLgNY/s1600/JWU.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGbeIAM9ZZI/TVbG0W8rk5I/AAAAAAAAArg/RQAH_IfLgNY/s400/JWU.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572860191733158802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIQnFW_6OYI/TVbGsAzhBzI/AAAAAAAAArY/rGDomkPMHU8/s1600/JWU.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry. Did I just spam my own blog? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes these things are what inspires me everyday. I may not be fashion savvy myself, but I am fashion concious. Cheers for the things I find that inspirse me :') Till that day comes, I shall still be inspired..&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/784260481653104648-420756075951194243?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/420756075951194243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=420756075951194243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/420756075951194243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/420756075951194243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/tonights-inspiration.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Inspiration.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gtrojoWzwg/TVbHZxnnDPI/AAAAAAAAAro/zoGETZydvFM/s72-c/JWU2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2475762940213963958</id><published>2011-02-13T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:25:30.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uniqlo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>I HEART BB.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFY9qMXj6-Y/TVbCFrStbVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SjHMhNaW6y8/s1600/180797_1826931999674_1431525467_1989522_1537306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFY9qMXj6-Y/TVbCFrStbVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SjHMhNaW6y8/s320/180797_1826931999674_1431525467_1989522_1537306_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572854991693901138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Early birthday present? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-2475762940213963958?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2475762940213963958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2475762940213963958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2475762940213963958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2475762940213963958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-heart-bb.html' title='I HEART BB.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFY9qMXj6-Y/TVbCFrStbVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/SjHMhNaW6y8/s72-c/180797_1826931999674_1431525467_1989522_1537306_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6747809106730957931</id><published>2011-02-07T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:59:36.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Flashbacks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another dark day of my life. Despite the fact only the car was damaged this time, and totally contrast with last time, I still had this shock and fear inside of me. The moment Viva hit our car, the world happened to go mute for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flashbacks came back to me. I turned around to see what really happened. Was it a dream? Then what was that large impact that I felt? It shook the whole car, and the only thing I remembered was water splashing, the sound of an emergency break being held down and  my sister shouting while trying to dodge the car to the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The world stayed mute for one minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still scared of what happened 3 years ago. It was a dark memory, it certainly would be if anyone was nearly at the edge of death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But yeah. I'm fine. My mom is fine. My sister is fine. Everyone of us was fine. So that was the greatest thing that happened today. We were still alive. Prado however was injured :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-6747809106730957931?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6747809106730957931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6747809106730957931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6747809106730957931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6747809106730957931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/flashbacks.html' title='Flashbacks.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8464413274238647048</id><published>2011-02-06T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:51:15.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eeyore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winnie the pooh'/><title type='text'>Invincible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6900901/tumblr_lcmab0mVJE1qecnnyo1_500_large.jpg?1296924352"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6900901/tumblr_lcmab0mVJE1qecnnyo1_500_large.jpg?1296924352" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eeyore. The slow kinda emotional &lt;s&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt; donkey from Winnie The Pooh. I wasn't really a fan of Winnie The Pooh. Well it's nice to see a bear, tiger, piglet, owl, donkey talk but I guess the only character I liked was Tigger. All because he could spell his name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"IT'S T-I DOUBLE GE- ER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. Maybe not. If it is spelled that way, it would be TIGEGEER. Damn, what took me so long to realize that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But Eeyore always seem to be this sad and mellow. Saddens me since I know how it feels to be left out. I think it's about time to say, "Eeyore, you have my back. You're not alone. I've got my eyes for you now. Only you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-8464413274238647048?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8464413274238647048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8464413274238647048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8464413274238647048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8464413274238647048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/invincible.html' title='Invincible.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6137552061807275528</id><published>2011-02-03T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:28:36.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wannabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spice girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booshoe37'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>WANNABE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Qp0bty-L8g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Qp0bty-L8g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THIS IS ADORABLE! It cheered up my night! Hell yeah it helped me fight this thing I had to handle, and boy, I feel awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The dude on the left seriously got me tickled. I haven't heard this song for ages long! They're so in sync and they totally had everything in plan. I was thinking the girl had nothing to do with this since I once watched a 'cover' with a man playing around with his laptop while the other two dude sing BSB's song (you know what i'm saying? :3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I was a major fan of Spice Girls. My sisters' and I had a collection of their album before, and a VCD on their movie(?). We watched it over&amp;amp;over again. Spice Girls was truly a teen sensation, and despite the fact I was only 6, I grew up  with them alongside the irresistible boys of Hanson, BSB, Westlife, Fi5e (is this how you spell it?) and... wait for it..... Britney! &lt;b&gt;It taught me what &lt;i&gt;sexy&lt;/i&gt; was&lt;/b&gt;, lolol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No. Really.. It did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-6137552061807275528?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6137552061807275528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6137552061807275528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6137552061807275528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6137552061807275528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/wannabe.html' title='WANNABE.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-911795783616707574</id><published>2011-02-03T01:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:43:22.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My second Chinese New Year experience in Kuching! Hmm. What should I say? Well, to be frank, and totally honest, I miss the Chinese New Year days back in Limbang. It war merrier and visiting is a must every single year. Last Chinese New Year at Limbang was 3 years ago. Damn time really flies :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably it was the angpau I missed too, hihi. I get treated like a 12 year old there! Good thing I'm petite, bahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then, because the fireworks here are big and loud, I would say this is not bad at all. It's a 10 stars from me though I'm not a fan of loud noise :O Fireworks is an exclusion though since they're pretty and worth spending money on... Well. That's what I think? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I am, wishing all my Chinese friends, Happy Chinese New Year! Have a prosperous year, and may this Rabbit year bring good luck to all. I've been seeing this being posted around, and I would love to join the fun (lolol), so here goes nothing, HUAT AH! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TUmVf13Sh1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/TICxAE7Nb1c/s1600/Greetings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TUmVf13Sh1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/TICxAE7Nb1c/s200/Greetings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569146788487792466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greetings from the Prime Minister. Who else got the email? And I don't even celebrate CNY,  but oh well. I don't mind :DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TUmVoXzYydI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EKD5nZHo5Hs/s1600/Greeting2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TUmVoXzYydI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EKD5nZHo5Hs/s200/Greeting2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569146935037184466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Date? What date? Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dyg M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-911795783616707574?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/911795783616707574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=911795783616707574&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/911795783616707574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/911795783616707574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year-d.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! :D'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TUmVf13Sh1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/TICxAE7Nb1c/s72-c/Greetings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6503353255159558221</id><published>2011-02-01T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:36:57.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><title type='text'>NEUTRAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1741361/tumblr_kznn688aCw1qa4xrfo1_400_large.jpg?1269215714"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1741361/tumblr_kznn688aCw1qa4xrfo1_400_large.jpg?1269215714" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Has anyone told you to be more confident in life but just when you think you're confident enough, and go "Omg, I'm doing so well! Thanks *blank* for encouraging!" there is always this mishap that concludes "It is not good to be over-confident" and you stumble all over again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I wondered, how many percent should one's confidence level be? Because I know, in my case, being a hundred percent confident, is useless! This happened to me a lot. In fact, it happened again today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now I feel like it'll be better to just sit down in the corner of the room, eating a bar of chocolate and sing to slow emotional songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-6503353255159558221?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6503353255159558221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6503353255159558221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6503353255159558221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6503353255159558221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/neutral.html' title='NEUTRAL.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-3325805108058038523</id><published>2011-02-01T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:44:53.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris medina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>What would he be if he walked out when she needed him the most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elaXeN15isM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elaXeN15isM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A jerk, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh God. This video had me crying. Because I REFUSED to cry alone, I had this link on my Twitter and on the cbox I was on. Fyeah, I can do this all night and make the whole world cry with me. I DON'T WANT TO CRY ALONE. This man is the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Men, do love the proper way. Take example, would you? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*grabs tissue &amp;amp; ends post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-3325805108058038523?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3325805108058038523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=3325805108058038523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3325805108058038523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3325805108058038523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-god.html' title='What would he be if he walked out when she needed him the most?'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2819270448996056351</id><published>2011-01-30T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:24:36.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kpop'/><title type='text'>How My Life Changed After KPOP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXH3Eh0C12M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXH3Eh0C12M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I find it very hard to find for new English songs. REALLY HARD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am pretty sure everyone knows this Taylor Swift song (unless you were living in a cave or just another kpop fan like me that does not know any other song except kpop). I heard it over the radio over and over again. Obviously I got attracted to it for Taylor's voice &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; is just so smoothing. I searched for this song on the internet, not knowing who was the singer behind this song. Seriously, Taylor, did not sound like Taylor! :O I even recorded the song and sent it to Shida, just in case she knew (note: she didn't. hahaha). I almost gave up! But Maani, being Maani, kept digging and searching and waiting (idk what i was waiting, maybe some answers from God? -.-') and tadaaa. I FINALLY FOUND OUT WHO SANG THIS SONG, slowpoke -.-'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my mission was left to download (i am sorry taylor, lol) but who knew I had a tough night finding for this one song? I noticed that downloading English songs takes much more effort than downloading Kpop songs. It seems like most of the download link has already been removed (Mediafire, 4shared etc) and VERY FEW websites still have the download links safe and sound. I'm not gonna tell which website I smashed into last night though, you know, just in case. Heh..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I learned how to fanchant!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. This fanchant is seriously fun, addicting, and sometimes, funneh cause some song, doesn't need a fanchant! Lol. My first and one of my very favorite fanchant was for Big Bang's Sunset Glow. Watch and listen to the first part! It starts with "Kwon Jiyong, VIP...."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dC_tvI7lOWA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dC_tvI7lOWA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"..Big Bang is VIP, REMEMBER!". &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I memorize more names and information that I could ever imagine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me how many names do you know? Does it sum up to 50? If yes, how long are those names? Do you remember their birth dates? Do you know their height? Ever know how tall 180cm is? Who knew I was able to digest all this information and still remember gazillion of Kpop artists name (including son/daughter if any, lol, scary fangirl)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;note: if you didn't know, i haz trabel remembering some tings, hihi&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I saved more money than before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..which is awesome! This is the best part of Kpop. You see, this is one expensive interest. Somehow being a Kpop fan and er- POP(?) fan is different. The very last time I ever bought an international artists cd was like, 10 years ago? And that was waaay back in Taiwan. We were crazy about those cds, and always had the latest ones in hand! After returning to Malaysia, somehow we didn't bother to buy them cds anymore because of, well, this highly intelligent and easy technology which what they call, DOWNLOADing. (Y)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I don't know why it felt different with Kpop. I felt the urge to really support the artist. I felt bad downloading the whole album without contributing a single cent. The guilt was forever there... *exaggerates* And because of that, willingly or not, I saved up some &lt;s&gt;dollars&lt;/s&gt; ringgit for any cds that I really really must have. Plus, it's a great hobby and interesting collection I would love to share with my kids... in the future. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. I became more organized.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never in my life I bothered to jot down any of my friend's birthday right after knowing their birth dates. I mean, we have Facebook.. :D But after knowing Kpop a couple of years ago, you will notice that my calender in my phone is actually marked with important dates such as birth dates, comeback, album release, you know, things that I should keep update of! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Annyeonghaseyo~ ^o^'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a fan is not enough. I love learning new languages and knowing Kpop just gave me another reason on WHY I SHOULD LEARN KOREAN. It's a polite language, I likey. Despite it's complicated way of usage, but it's a language worth learning since Korea is day by day nearing towards the limelight. WHO KNOWS I MIGHT WORK THERE FOR LIKE 5 YEARS HIHI?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. I learned how to stalk the good and bad way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I need to explain? I'm sure you know this too. No? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. It's not that I never cried before or I never knew how to cry, but Kpop made me cry harder! You see, there were events I couldn't attend and things I couldn't get. Like the DiGi Live Kpop Party recently, the only thing keeping me away from attending it was my class! AND WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ON A HOLIDAY NOW. How can a heart not break, how? :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Friends, and more friends!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to fansites and Twitter, I got to know more people, though we live miles away from each other. It's awesome, what more can I say? Just last year I received some birthday wishes from 3 different countries, and yeah, that made me feel good. At least there is someone out there from another country knows and wished me on my birthday. Loves ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. I became more inspired. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was the first thing I should say, but I always love to save the best for the last. My hope is that one day I will come over to Korea, and probably work a year or two there, for the experience. It may not be soon, but somehow will. This is what keeps me move on. Trust me, it's the best motivation I've ever had.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah. My life pretty much changed after I took a step closer knowing Kpop. If you were to ask any other fans, they would list out probably as much as I did (though i only gv ten coz this post is already too long). Ah, this  post made me happy. Hope it did the same thing to you too (: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, chow chow. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/784260481653104648-2819270448996056351?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2819270448996056351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2819270448996056351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2819270448996056351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2819270448996056351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-my-life-changed-after-kpop.html' title='How My Life Changed After KPOP.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7011734858890022593</id><published>2011-01-20T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:01:29.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seungri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maknae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini-album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vvip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white love'/><title type='text'>White Love, Seungri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QTIc8FAITY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QTIc8FAITY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;warning: post may contain several kpop terms. u know i know we all know, jyeah ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry if my post has been kinda boring these past few days. Maybe a little too, melancholic and slow, just like tonight. My mind, is a little bit distracted. Shall I?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maknae Seungri has finally released his &lt;s&gt;album&lt;/s&gt; mini-album (why!), and I've got to say, maknae has grown up more mature and hell yeah, made me a prouder VIP. This track took my heart away, and next was the sweet outro for it had a piano accompanying. I wouldn't say Seungri has improved a lot, but I can say Seungri's personality is clearly seen here. I LOVE. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Couldn't find the romanized lyrics, but I'll take it as a oh-very-nice-and-romantic-song-which-suits-my-need-right-now. #VVIP, fighting! ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-7011734858890022593?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7011734858890022593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7011734858890022593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7011734858890022593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7011734858890022593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/01/white-love-seungri.html' title='White Love, Seungri.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4696130601024107203</id><published>2011-01-19T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:23:42.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty two Two.</title><content type='html'>Fyeah. Flying to KL this February. I smell fine dorks in the air! You better bring me stalk, Shida! Muahahaha :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro. SEE YA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-4696130601024107203?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4696130601024107203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4696130601024107203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4696130601024107203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4696130601024107203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-two-two.html' title='Twenty two Two.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-3601931762801448755</id><published>2011-01-14T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:05:33.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee seunggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><title type='text'>Dear Seunggi,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/mYHbvFzLdr15cuu1i1GHPgu2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lexxsivqZY1qaz0tz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 291px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lexxsivqZY1qaz0tz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..happy belated birthday. My 2nd year celebrating your birthday. Nothing gets better than this. How I wish I knew you a lot sooner, but knowing you for 1 year + now is perfect enough for me. Forget the dimple on your left cheek, forget your chubby cheeks, forget your very silly acts, forget your very sad songs, forget your evil and funny character you bring in your dramas, your chocolate abs, it was the pure heart that brought me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations for being 24 and 1 day today. You're my dork number two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lemzvnGYEi1qbfcyto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 288px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lemzvnGYEi1qbfcyto1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8rj87QzSu1qzkemlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8rj87QzSu1qzkemlo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyn7okACuU1qzkemlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyn7okACuU1qzkemlo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/mYHbvFzLdr15cuu1i1GHPgu2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/mYHbvFzLdr15cuu1i1GHPgu2o1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv93npsKxd1qzkemlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv93npsKxd1qzkemlo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv7jf0AxgG1qzkemlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv7jf0AxgG1qzkemlo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyio00Jsmf1qzkemlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyio00Jsmf1qzkemlo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha! The last one is so epic I cried!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-3601931762801448755?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3601931762801448755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=3601931762801448755&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3601931762801448755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/3601931762801448755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-seunggi.html' title='Dear Seunggi,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-7049808149533717363</id><published>2011-01-09T04:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:19:47.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian atwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footwears'/><title type='text'>Naiya silk crepe de Chine sandals.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/97046/97046_in_dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 396px;" src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/97046/97046_in_dl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..by Brian Atwood. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IT'S SO NAISE I THINK I DIED, OKAY?! Reminds me of Taeyang's I'll Be There. Somehow it has the military feel in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So thanks to Hida, I spotted this online. It was too awesome, I couldn't take my eyes of it. After Jim Greco's Supra Thunder, I now have another shoe to adore. I go speechless over shoes like this. I don't know what word suit best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-7049808149533717363?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7049808149533717363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=7049808149533717363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7049808149533717363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/7049808149533717363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/01/naiya-silk-crepe-de-chine-sandals.html' title='Naiya silk crepe de Chine sandals.....'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8399305841817041545</id><published>2011-01-06T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:51:04.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever alone'/><title type='text'>My story of FOREVER ALONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll soon be starting MPW next week, and guess what? NO ONE IS IN MY GROUP. I, somehow got separated with the others. At first thought, I thought it was because I'm taking Islam Studies, so I expected Hida to be in the same group as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then she told me she was in another group. I was like..... &lt;b&gt;HUWAAAAT? &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;So, I'll be enjoying lunch &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, going to library &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, sitting in class &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, up the lift &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (hey this elevator issue is big for me because the elevator is old, you know??). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that was my Forever Alone story. Thank you for reading. You may reblog this (lol joke, are you really looking for the reblog button? -_-')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BYEEEE! I AM FOREVER ALONEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-8399305841817041545?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8399305841817041545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8399305841817041545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8399305841817041545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8399305841817041545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-story-of-forever-alone.html' title='My story of FOREVER ALONE.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8106303065301792274</id><published>2011-01-01T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:35:21.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's here, it's finally here! So another year has passed and despite the ups and down I've gone through, I am very glad I survived! I wouldn't say 2010 is a bad year since most of my time last year was spent on a 8 month holiday, a meet up with my very good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daebak to the jjang&lt;/span&gt; friend, Shida and finally started to learn that GOODBYES are not always that painful and what INDEPENDENCE and TRUST are last year! Though the last few months of 2010 is a little disappointing, I could not be happier that I am alive to be able to live for 2011. Think about those who couldn't, and stop saying life wasn't fair for you in 2010! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked about my new year's resolution. I refused to answer them for I don't find it very useful. I tried to having one few years back, and it was left only a resolution! Since then, I stopped having one. And though I actually do have some in mind, I'd like to keep it for myself please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of 2011 was a little bit depressing for me. Most of my family member's were asleep, and I couldn't get my sister to bring me out to see any fireworks. My neighbour did light up some few fireworks, but I couldn't see it from the window. Fireworks are one of my favorites, and having to miss such a beautiful scene, made me more sad. It was raining too this morning, so it felt very gloomy. It felt more like I was mourning the 'death' of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe it wasn't my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year fellow readers! Thank you for being so loyal. I know there aren't much of you, but having at least 1 reader is fine with me. Let's look forward on what 2011 have kept for us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/784260481653104648-8106303065301792274?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8106303065301792274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8106303065301792274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8106303065301792274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8106303065301792274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4698935210108778691</id><published>2010-12-31T03:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:54:38.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ss3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Sorry Sorry, Super Junior :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://effpoo4our.blogspot.com/2010/07/date-for-super-show-3-live-in-malaysia.html"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I totally had forgotten about this. It took me a week, or two, maybe 3. The day Shindong uploaded his photo on Twitter that day with the list of destination, my heart sank. It was not long I 'mourned' about my absence on their SS2 a few months before, and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Hida somehow brought up this matter again 3 days ago, and it ripped off my heart. The date is confirm, 26th March, all 10 boys will be back to Msia again. This breaks my heart, a lot. After the unfortunate incident I had the other day where I totally missed my chance meeting Brian Joo in person, I didn't know when will it be the time to meet or have a chance with yet another Korean artist. You see, things like this may not sound that serious to some of you, but it is to me. See it as an important event, like those days anyone should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly checking Redstar, AirAsia or MAS, just in case. But I'm very sure mum would come and say "NO" to me again. And who says the last child always get what he/she wants? :(&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/784260481653104648-4698935210108778691?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4698935210108778691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4698935210108778691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4698935210108778691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4698935210108778691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-sorry-super-junior.html' title='Sorry Sorry, Super Junior :('/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-444529621426743622</id><published>2010-12-27T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T03:09:59.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latest desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powershot g12'/><title type='text'>Fly Like A G12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0M6t8pa2JYQ/TI_Ak_agKwI/AAAAAAAABOs/OzMKoXK78Ac/s1600/PowerShot-G12-FRT-LCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0M6t8pa2JYQ/TI_Ak_agKwI/AAAAAAAABOs/OzMKoXK78Ac/s1600/PowerShot-G12-FRT-LCD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The new desktop background. Dad's been using it almost every night. My intention is that when he switches it on tomorrow night, he'll see this, and he'll get my message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know impossible for him to understand, I'll still be waiting. Asking dad to buy me something which cost more than RM1K is something I've never done. But this is my way of asking. When all attempts fail, I'd probably turn to my mum. It takes time, and the results are uncertain, but most probably it's a "NO". Still, I'll keep looking forward. Sometimes things like this keeps me going :')&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/784260481653104648-444529621426743622?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/444529621426743622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=444529621426743622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/444529621426743622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/444529621426743622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/fly-like-g12.html' title='Fly Like A G12.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0M6t8pa2JYQ/TI_Ak_agKwI/AAAAAAAABOs/OzMKoXK78Ac/s72-c/PowerShot-G12-FRT-LCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8396915306322797176</id><published>2010-12-25T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T06:16:09.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush crush crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaichou wa maidsama'/><title type='text'>My bratty companion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQnfuwSL-F0afYAMXJVvUkpZi4atugNMpBqJS30wRj59lNAONWd4w"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQnfuwSL-F0afYAMXJVvUkpZi4atugNMpBqJS30wRj59lNAONWd4w" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream bratty companion. I 'met' Usui during my long holiday this year, and I thought of it as something so meaningful. Usui is a man very mysterious and mischievous, but the way he treats Misaki, is what adores me. The way he talks so gentle, the way he grab onto Misaki's hand, being a shield to Misaki for almost all the time, annoys her with his not-very-awesome-perverted-words, but still manages to capture Misaki's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, no matter how bratty or annoying he is to her, Misaki always seem to care and worry about him. I would do so too. It would be nice meeting someone like him in real life. Just as a friend would do. I don't think I should ask for too much now :'D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-8396915306322797176?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8396915306322797176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8396915306322797176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8396915306322797176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8396915306322797176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-bratty-companion.html' title='My bratty companion.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5348255130258286281</id><published>2010-12-24T04:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T03:19:37.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moonlight sonata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beethoven'/><title type='text'>Moonlight Sonata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH2pOUxmAHM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH2pOUxmAHM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Angel, My All, My Very Self,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a few words to-day, and only in pencil . . . Can our love endure otherwise than through sacrifices, through restraint in longing.  Canst thou help not being wholly mine, can I, not being wholly thine.  Oh! gaze at nature in all its beauty, and calmly accept the inevitable - love demands everything, and rightly so.  Thus is it for me with thee, for thee with me, only thou so easily forgettest, that I must live for myself and for thee - were we wholly united thou wouldst feel this painful fact as little as I should . . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Now for a quick change from without to within:  we shall probably soon see each other, besides, to-day I cannot tell thee what has been passing through my mind during the past few days concerning my life - were our hearts closely united, I should not do things of this kind.  My heart is full of the many things I have to say to thee - ah! - there are moments in which I feel that speech is powerless - cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all !!! as I to thee.  The gods must send the rest, what for us must be and ought to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Thy faithful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Ludwig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beethoven's love letter to his student. No wonder Moonlight Sonata is forever beautiful. Though I've only touched the piano once, I know how hard this piece is. I fell for this piece around 3-5 years ago (sry, memory stinks). I regretted for not knowing it sooner. I regretted for not enjoying Chopin Etude &amp;amp; Fur Elise to a further level. Oh boy. I wish for a piano this Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.awesomestories.com/assets/countess-giulietta-guicciardi"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-source-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-5348255130258286281?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5348255130258286281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5348255130258286281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5348255130258286281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5348255130258286281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/moonlight-sonata.html' title='Moonlight Sonata.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-8958794895465745573</id><published>2010-12-23T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:39:46.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohsem shitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google docs'/><title type='text'>Why I should go for Google Docs next time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bt9F7tKcZcU&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bt9F7tKcZcU&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="300" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew? &lt;i&gt;They&lt;/i&gt; did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and when I heard about Google Docs for the first time, I was like "Nah. Why do I need one? I have the very famous Microsoft Word!". This ohsem thing here proved me wrong. I kinda expected a whole 450 pages to be presented the way a presentation is always done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. Ohsemness shizz. I should give it a try and be more curious next time. &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/784260481653104648-8958794895465745573?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8958794895465745573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=8958794895465745573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8958794895465745573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/8958794895465745573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-should-go-for-google-docs-next.html' title='Why I should go for Google Docs next time..'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4174922898997661894</id><published>2010-12-22T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T03:14:56.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pledge'/><title type='text'>COMIC SANS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1dNmkV/www.comicsanscriminal.com/"&gt;ARE&lt;/a&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1dNmkV/www.comicsanscriminal.com/"&gt;YOU&lt;/a&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1dNmkV/www.comicsanscriminal.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1dNmkV/www.comicsanscriminal.com/"&gt;COMIC&lt;/a&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1dNmkV/www.comicsanscriminal.com/"&gt;SANS&lt;/a&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1dNmkV/www.comicsanscriminal.com/"&gt;CRIMINAL?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help it. It was trending worldwide on Twitter, and reading the post had me go 'aww'. This pledge is so adorable. I support this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-4174922898997661894?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4174922898997661894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4174922898997661894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4174922898997661894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4174922898997661894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/comic-sans.html' title='COMIC SANS.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2679756284396570314</id><published>2010-12-22T03:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:52:24.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doojoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dongwoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when the door closes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>When The Door Closes....,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R40B65wMf2w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R40B65wMf2w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always had a keen interest towards instruments like violins, and pianos especially. The only thing keeping me apart of it, was because of financial issues. It was hard for me to see others play while I could only hear and adore a piece being played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still remember back in Taiwan I asked my mom to buy me a piano once. She said "Yes, later". My heart bloomed. But weeks later, months later, years later, no piano came. Parents can be a heartbreaker sometimes, but I don't blame her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because of that, I've always hoped for a man that could dedicate such a beautiful song to me, with their hands on the piano. And that is why I had always adored Taeyang. The day I fell for him, was the day I saw him play piano. Nothing to do with the looks actually. It only came as a compliment. Really, it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm in love with this song. It reminds me much of the past and gave me a sneak peek on my future. The sad thing is, I have no one to dedicate it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At the end of your long relationship with him. Please know that it'll be me standing there, waitin. Even if you ever get flashes of memories with him. I'll try to promise that I'll make you smile even more than those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Doojoon, ily. Loves, B2UTY.&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/784260481653104648-2679756284396570314?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2679756284396570314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2679756284396570314&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2679756284396570314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2679756284396570314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-door-closes.html' title='When The Door Closes....,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1690150329881991168</id><published>2010-12-15T16:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:25:58.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohsem shitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gdragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ibigbang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>High High!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 279px;" src="http://ibigbang.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/gdtopmb-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you were to ask me to list out 1000 reasons why I love Big Bang, one of it is because of the ohsem leadah GD is being, and that ohsem rapper TOP is. I have a good feeling that if Perez Hilton gets his hand on this, he would turn gay. OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been high due to some hotness overload and ohsemness overload from High High eversince yesterday. Still high now. Not sure when will it end. I'm soooo buying the album, and I can smell SOLAR in my arms *sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah. I don't need drugs. I've got them here :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 321px;" src="http://ibigbang.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/paarty2hh-9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Louboutin *_* I can die of envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-1690150329881991168?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1690150329881991168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1690150329881991168&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1690150329881991168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1690150329881991168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/high-high.html' title='High High!'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6720748340412604069</id><published>2010-12-13T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:44:15.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've gone speechless since yesterday. Help. I'm out of words. Tell me what I should say right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-6720748340412604069?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6720748340412604069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6720748340412604069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6720748340412604069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6720748340412604069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2521743180868683492</id><published>2010-12-10T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:55:42.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jim greco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footwears'/><title type='text'>Supra The Thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://suprafootwear.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/IMG_0003_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 257px;" src="http://suprafootwear.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/IMG_0003_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's from the Fall 2010 collection, but zis is ohseeeeem! Gotta love it's signature *bows* The stripes are wicked. Aiyayeay Jim Greco, how can this be so sick? The simple look works so well. I surrender, I'M IN LOVE &amp;hearts;&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/784260481653104648-2521743180868683492?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2521743180868683492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2521743180868683492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2521743180868683492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2521743180868683492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/supra-stripes.html' title='Supra The Thunder'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-1270534751223249323</id><published>2010-12-10T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:44:07.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoseob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro'/><title type='text'>I love spazzing over..,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TQEHoIYJ5-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/7MRH74CQCwc/s1600/tumblr_lcxl0wLPH31qcnctso1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TQEHoIYJ5-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/7MRH74CQCwc/s320/tumblr_lcxl0wLPH31qcnctso1_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548724601922119650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Yoseob fosho! OMG, Hida. If you're reading this, please shout "He's mineeeee!" to me right now. This is too adorable, and I couldn't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc6hrfPwzF1qdut8qo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-1270534751223249323?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1270534751223249323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=1270534751223249323&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1270534751223249323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/1270534751223249323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-spazzing-over.html' title='I love spazzing over..,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TQEHoIYJ5-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/7MRH74CQCwc/s72-c/tumblr_lcxl0wLPH31qcnctso1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6926734013463422201</id><published>2010-12-09T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:25:41.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choi minho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>To my Minho hyung,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/8128/100914minho07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/17300000/Minho-Macro-shinee-17354039-500-571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 390px;" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/17300000/Minho-Macro-shinee-17354039-500-571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if I could fly to KL right now and celebrate Minho's birthday with you. Maybe this year wasn't meant to be. We'll celebrate other of our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hubbies&lt;/span&gt; birthday once there's a chance. For now, I'll just leave this special post for you and flaming Minho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th birthday. And looooook :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/8128/100914minho07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 243px;" src="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/8128/100914minho07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Choooo adowable :3&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/784260481653104648-6926734013463422201?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6926734013463422201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6926734013463422201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6926734013463422201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6926734013463422201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-my-minho-hyung.html' title='To my Minho hyung,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-6957465239977433101</id><published>2010-12-09T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:59:33.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohsem shitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semester 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that time of year'/><title type='text'>That time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="305"&gt;t t&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClJfPv3mo5I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClJfPv3mo5I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ohsem people who I shall miss for 3 weeks, you guys made semester 1 so meaningful :D Time flies too fast, eh? :O See you next semester! Till then, let's keep the FB chat busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-6957465239977433101?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6957465239977433101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=6957465239977433101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6957465239977433101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/6957465239977433101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of the year'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2845452427611160420</id><published>2010-12-04T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:58:19.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='via'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post with pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>My tummy hurts :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explodingdog.com/drawing/mytummyhurts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 355px;" src="http://www.explodingdog.com/drawing/mytummyhurts.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohsem Exploding Dogs. Now I don't have to put my words into... words =='&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-2845452427611160420?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2845452427611160420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2845452427611160420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2845452427611160420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2845452427611160420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-tummy-hurts.html' title='My tummy hurts :('/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5283968642412075877</id><published>2010-11-29T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:29:52.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohsem shitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chameleon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapunzel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Left or right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These days I've been questioning myself either to divert or stay where I am. I have doubts and fears in me. I know what I want, but I'm a lil bit afraid. Family support is what I need now. But then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched Rapunzel in 3D with fellow classmates. We missed class because of that. And I spent RM20 to start off my weekend. I AM worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was nice. Okay, I admit. I did shed a few tears while watching it but pretended that I had a runny nose instead. No, wait. I did have a runny nose ==' The chameleon (or frog just like Flynn said) was extremely adorable. I've never adored a chameleon so much T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100bimbi.it/uploads/rapunzel_locandina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.100bimbi.it/uploads/rapunzel_locandina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh. Who speaks Spanish/Mexican/whatever language it is you see in this poster here? =='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, watching this reminded me of how much I wished to be a princess once upon a time. I don't know what happened to that dream, but I guess being a commoner is better. I may not be the happiest girl out there, but I had learnt to be thankful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite part of this movie..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/11/10/flynn-rapunzel-lanterns-tangled-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 184px;" src="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/11/10/flynn-rapunzel-lanterns-tangled-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lanterns, of course :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.panorama.it/culturaesocieta/files/2010/06/rapunzel31-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 198px;" src="http://blog.panorama.it/culturaesocieta/files/2010/06/rapunzel31-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Frying pans. Ohsem weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16900000/disney-tangled-rapunzel-pascal-flynn-tangled-16991240-1229-648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 196px;" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16900000/disney-tangled-rapunzel-pascal-flynn-tangled-16991240-1229-648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this frog. I mean, chameleon..&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/784260481653104648-5283968642412075877?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5283968642412075877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5283968642412075877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5283968642412075877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5283968642412075877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/11/left-or-right.html' title='Left or right.'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-4371385029545085820</id><published>2010-11-28T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:30:43.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is crap'/><title type='text'>Attention world,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a plan in mind. But I need money. Around RM66,000. Mind lending me some? RM50 would do - from each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh =='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-4371385029545085820?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4371385029545085820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=4371385029545085820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4371385029545085820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/4371385029545085820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/11/attention-world.html' title='Attention world,'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-5697116169571259552</id><published>2010-11-28T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:31:48.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all time fav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garfield'/><title type='text'>Just show him the damn tie Garfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://koew.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/best_garfield_comic_strip_ever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 389px;" src="http://koew.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/best_garfield_comic_strip_ever.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just show him the damn tie Garfield!! I don't want to see you lose your virgin - to a man!! =='&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-5697116169571259552?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5697116169571259552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=5697116169571259552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5697116169571259552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/5697116169571259552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-show-him-damn-tie-garfield.html' title='Just show him the damn tie Garfield'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-902977385241040157</id><published>2010-11-27T16:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:49:46.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohsem shitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted changi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Haunted Changi</title><content type='html'>Thank you dear coursemates. I was able to shout without worrying who I would shout to. And I've never felt that scared up to the point where I couldn't sleep at night -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6DFxX8EhgQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6DFxX8EhgQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a good story. Most of us loved the way the videos and pictures were put together. This is a movie I would like to recommend, scaredy cat or not - this movie is nice, but too short. Towards the end I was hoping for more Xiao Juan (i'll never forget this name) and Japanese soldiers to show up. The last 30 minutes of this story was ohsem. I love it, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Did I mention it's based on a true story? &lt;a href="http://hauntedchangi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt; (NOOOOOOT! Found out is was just made up. LOL, I fell for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was kinda shocking. I wish to spill everything out here, but then I guess it's best for those wanting to know to watch it for themselves.  All I can say is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curiosity killed the cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Thanks to Hida, Chyan, Dennis, Louis, Zino, Michelle Jee, Michelle Lau (eventho u were scared, sorry but thx! :p) Queenie and Tiffany for agreeing to watch this movie together ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - i might have killed chyan's ears. heh :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2 - oh crap. this post is scary. won't visit my blog during the night :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 3 - japanese soldiers are scary ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/784260481653104648-902977385241040157?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/902977385241040157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=902977385241040157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/902977385241040157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/902977385241040157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/11/hauted-changi.html' title='Haunted Changi'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-784260481653104648.post-2953198244039161897</id><published>2010-11-22T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:16:01.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush crush crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gdragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taeyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>Enjoy the view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TOqH3xLK65I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iNFXnQeVUD0/s1600/tumblr_lc7yn9XWcW1qbq2voo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TOqH3xLK65I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iNFXnQeVUD0/s320/tumblr_lc7yn9XWcW1qbq2voo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542391683595561874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, of course I will. Nothing makes me happier than seeing that red head being a kid, and that awesome smiling eyes. Thank you for inspiring me everyday. Forever, I'll be a VIP.&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/784260481653104648-2953198244039161897?l=smallthingsbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2953198244039161897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=784260481653104648&amp;postID=2953198244039161897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2953198244039161897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/784260481653104648/posts/default/2953198244039161897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsbite.blogspot.com/2010/11/enjoy-view.html' title='Enjoy the view'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995099884352509699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TFj3QmZi0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ymzdVaJBqV8/S220/IMAGE_046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GO0Z1g1T_5g/TOqH3xLK65I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iNFXnQeVUD0/s72-c/tumblr_lc7yn9XWcW1qbq2voo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
