<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:13:40.212+08:00</updated><category term='Luxurious'/><category term='Peninsular'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Day 1 at Sarawak'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='Day 4 at Sarawak'/><category term='I love funny'/><category term='Kuching'/><category term='Family Time'/><category term='National Service Life'/><category term='Food'/><category term='QnA'/><category term='National Service'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Learn to speak'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Promoting'/><category term='Boredome'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Day 2 at Sarawak'/><category term='News'/><category term='Girls Day Out'/><category term='Day 3 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Sophie's Official Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4959545641287686320</id><published>2009-11-10T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:31:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Just found this blog and felt like using it :) because it's simple and I wont have to worry about the code and stuff :D because it's like facebook. The layout will be just like that.
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So here you go :) you can only comment once your there sorry~ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4959545641287686320?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4959545641287686320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4959545641287686320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4959545641287686320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-5952635328023632001</id><published>2009-11-03T13:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:24:22.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredome'/><title type='text'>I'm a single mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Su_C2tEyUkI/AAAAAAAACQs/BzhwDkBwVsg/s1600-h/P1010641new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Su_C2tEyUkI/AAAAAAAACQs/BzhwDkBwVsg/s400/P1010641new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399748723308909122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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This is my lovely daughter. I adopted her in Daiso. I saw her near the counter with other of her brothers and sisters. I choose her because there's a love patch on her eye, I think it's kinda cute so I decided to buy her. She's is not alone though 
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I have another child and I found him in this big shop at 1Utama. Love em so much ^__^ haha shock when I put my title like that? Please la I wouldn't want to have a child with a guy also I rather be a single mom and adopt a child for myself (&lt;i&gt;I'm not lesbian&lt;/i&gt;). Okay then aside from it all, I bought something from Daiso.
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FOUNDATION!! I did mention about it in my &lt;a href="http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/strangely-im-pink.html" target="_blank"&gt; simple gyaru make-up&lt;/a&gt; so there you go at Daiso have already! well probably long already or I just didn't notice it haha. Anyway I have bought this too.
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Rough pink Gel! yay! XD so glittery I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5952635328023632001?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5952635328023632001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-single-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5952635328023632001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5952635328023632001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-single-mom.html' title='I&apos;m a single mom'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Su_C2tEyUkI/AAAAAAAACQs/BzhwDkBwVsg/s72-c/P1010641new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-7396662134002160074</id><published>2009-11-01T13:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:14:22.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Japanese friend and Broadband</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met Hiromi-san she’s from Japan coming to Sabah because of work. I was surprise that my mom got a friend from Japan and never mentions anything to me about it but I’m glad I met her before she goes back. She even gave us a present for the whole family.
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I don’t know what this calls because it was written in Japanese. Hiromi-san brought it all the way from Japan. Oh and I forgot to tell you that she can speak Malay and she speak real fluently :O I mean that’s amazing but her accent still has a bit from her country lar, haha xD. I hope to snap a picture with her but there’s a reason for that, my mom cannot stop bragging about me she told Hiromi-san how much I love going to Japan and anything to do with Japan lar. I was embarrassed that my confident to ask her is gone -__-
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Oh well never mind at least I got her Facebook, right now I’m waiting for her approval lol I never knew Japanese people is so funny, the way she speak and do her imitation while she speaks just plain funny xD . I like when she greets me she bows and say
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“&lt;i&gt;Namma sayo Hiromi&lt;/i&gt;”
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For a lady that’s over 25+ her voice sounded so cute lol. Almost forgot there’s an uncle also with her I think it could be her friend or boyfriend I don’t know all I know that guy is a local in Sabah he can speak Dusun, English, Malay and Japanese. So okay lar enough about that after saying sayonara to Hiromi-san and her friend we (my daddy and mom) go to 1borneo to subscribe for broadband.
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I felt like a ninja in 1borneo because I saw one of my ex so I ran around the mall like a weirdo and then I think to myself I should probably get to the DiGi centre otherwise my parents would kill me for keeping them waiting. 
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Even if broadband is cheaper than streamyx it still cannot download online games because of its GB but you could still play games that’s like in Facebook so don’t worry. After telling one of the workers about broadband then he needs to know how old I am, I think 18 above can subscribe already but I still not sure he even said since I’m 18 and a student the plans he chose for me is Explore with free modem.
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If you take Discover then you have to pay the modem. The fees is rm100 if you take Explore and every month have to pay rm88 I say that’s good enough already lor. 
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Okay so after finish with signing some papers and listening to some advices I then got my broadband! This can be use anywhere you want to bring except the place that's not in town lar. By the way I saw this one new cute pink phone I bag my mom to buy it for me and if she buys me that I promise never to use her money ever again, its rm339! And it still looks brand new and I don’t care if it’s made from china it still looks like a good quality phone. Sigh, but unfortunately… they didn’t buy god dammit! When almost my mom want to buy T___T if only my daddy wasn’t so much of a cheapskate I felt abandon.. I never burden my parents also.
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Beside I rarely go out nowadays how come they buy everything for my siblings and not me? I never bought a rm50, 000 car. I never bought a hp that’s cost almost rm1000 this is just one thing and its just rm339. *&lt;i&gt;sit in dark corner whimpering&lt;/i&gt;* I just don’t get it. I think my sibling did most of the burden pretending to be nice outside and at home is like they coming back to hell. 
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It’s true my luck is 57% that’s just so fuck. Okay I sounded so spoiled blek. I’m okay lar I need alone time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-7396662134002160074?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/7396662134002160074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/11/japanese-friend-and-broadband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7396662134002160074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7396662134002160074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/11/japanese-friend-and-broadband.html' title='Japanese friend and Broadband'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Su0cld3YsTI/AAAAAAAACOk/NaRmPCRmxP0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3414150389289418926</id><published>2009-10-30T22:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:36:02.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredome'/><title type='text'>I like the name Momoka</title><content type='html'>I like the name Momoka so I gonna name myself that :). I've gotta forget about the past and start living forward like the cartoon I saw Meet The Robinson. But somehow I still keep on looking back whenever I felt like viewing my ex's profile in facebook. Sure you probably think I still love him but that's going to change for sure and it's for my own good also, I know myself better than anyone else. 
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I can't say that I'm liking being single just the only thing I don't like is that after a break up. Sigh, he look so happy at what he's doing now sarrounding by pretty girls. I guess that's why he don't want me back anymore because everything he want is there so I'm happy for him and I shouldn't be jealous about it anymore because it's really over.
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So anyway why I need to be down in the dump for I'm not a widow lol. I have friends not to mention that I also need to achieve my goal in the future and that's not include finding a husband. Oh btw I probably need to change my layout again because I just felt like it. So anyway, today was just the same like any other boring day. Early in the morning I went to the kitchen and cooked myself fried noodle but it’s not really fried just been soaked haha oh and eggs too.
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After eating I wait for a couple hours then start to work out. It wasn’t a long work out though because I tend to get tired real easily xD like 20 minute is enough for me. I then watched Keroro because I missed yesterday’s episode so luckily the re-run is on 11am yay! I just love those reptiles. Oh I heard there’s a Halloween Party but unfortunately I can’t go because I don’t want people looking at my figure when I wear any costume -.-“ wish I could lose some pound! D: huhuhu! &gt;_&lt; and that’s why everyday I try controlling my eating habits and exercise on daily bases. 
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It’s almost evening and still no clue on what to do. I was hella bored! So I decided to &lt;s&gt;steal&lt;/s&gt; I mean borrow some of my sister’s make ups and camwhore in my room.
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I want new hair, I don’t like having long black hair anymore I felt like doing something new with it. Hey people take a look at my Halloween face.
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Sorry I have to edit this because my original picture can’t see clearly. So choose which is better? But somehow both look extremely hideous xD well that’s the point of Halloween lar. Next time I try making myself look like a zombie :p. oh I just remembered when daddy just got from Bangkok he bought me a handphone case. It was blank at first but then
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I sew it. It’s not complete yet and I know lar look very noob hehe. Okay that's my normal day. Sorry if it not very exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3414150389289418926?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3414150389289418926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-like-name-momoka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3414150389289418926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3414150389289418926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-like-name-momoka.html' title='I like the name Momoka'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Su0rlnvufZI/AAAAAAAACPc/3HtsxMxE-Fg/s72-c/P1010517new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4263247017893899516</id><published>2009-10-28T19:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:54:19.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QnA'/><title type='text'>Strangely, I'm Pink.</title><content type='html'>If you must know anything about me, I’m the kind of girl that likes thinking a lot. Thinking cause me stress and whenever I’m stress I start getting a lot of blemishes and spots on my face not forgetting losing amount of hair T_T.
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Here’s the unpleasant picture that you people might not like to see. I’m also upset with how I look if only I don’t have this kind of condition, sigh. Just no matter how many times I go for facial it still coming back. I just can’t stop thinking about it you know so I play with make ups to calm myself.
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I saw one of my friend’s blog and she’s pretty good at Gyaru Make Up. 
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It somehow inspires me to try it too. So I went to Daiso to buy some stuff. The reason I buy in Daiso is that everything I want is there, believe me everything is there not just beauty products. Here is my simple cheap stuff I bought to look Gyaru.
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I chose the thick &lt;b&gt;Eye Lashes&lt;/b&gt; because it stands out more than the thin one and make sure if you buy this it must have glue inside of it as well(&lt;i&gt;I don’t know what they call it I just call it ‘glue’ only lar&lt;/i&gt;). Please just don’t use the real glue otherwise it won’t come off and aside from that it hurts your skin but I know your not entirely that stupid :P.
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&lt;b&gt;Liquid Eye Liner&lt;/b&gt; is very good, this make your eyes look pretty when you’re applying your lashes on.. it’s hide the fake&lt;i&gt;ness&lt;/i&gt;. If you think using liquid is hard just buy the pencil one but I tell you la liquid more quicker if you’re good at handling it.
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And of course what can we do without &lt;b&gt;Eye Shadows&lt;/b&gt;. This can also be use for foundation. I don’t know where to find the real one(foundation) but when I have time I try and go buy lor maybe at Daiso have already. As I continue..
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If you look at my skin properly in this picture there’s a difference.. don’t you think my skin look like it been tanned? Not just that you can’t even see my zits, scars and panda eyes, right? (&lt;i&gt;probably the heavy make up I use or camera that makes a bit blur maybe&lt;/i&gt;) Well thanks to make up anyway.. ^-^ that I look more nicer than before hehe.. Sorry.. I also hate sounding annoying when I said that. So anyway, here’s a video I found in YouTube to make you look Gyaru it teaches about the eyes. 
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I didn’t make a video because I don’t have enough confidents to show my face yet so I let you show a picture instead. Here’s a simple trick that’s cheap. There’s a lot of different lipstick that girls like spending on so I have a new simpler way to safe budget.
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First you apply lipstick on your lip. (&lt;i&gt;By the way if you’re really doing this I must warn you that it might ‘stain’ if your lip touches anything like drinking from a glass, eating food or anything that’s got to do with your lips.&lt;/i&gt;)
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Next you choose which colour from the make up set but as for me I choose the silver.
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Lastly you rub everywhere on your lip. (&lt;i&gt;Sorry.. I’m just bad at explaining&lt;/i&gt;) 
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&lt;center&gt;Amazing how fake eye lashes combine with eye liner make your eyes look bigger wei :D&lt;/center&gt;
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Well I should stop right here. All I could say now is that I need extension because my hair looks so thin huhu.. @__@ haiz.. wish I have the money to dye my hair golden brown.. if can lar.   So hope you enjoy the tutorial.. well I think it’s a tutorial to me.. I think it’s mostly an introduction on Gyaru lol. If you need more info on this just google’d it out. 
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Good night my peeps lotsa love from me :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4263247017893899516?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4263247017893899516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/strangely-im-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4263247017893899516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4263247017893899516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/strangely-im-pink.html' title='Strangely, I&apos;m Pink.'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Su1L3BxuPyI/AAAAAAAACQc/1bAb1SUksrE/s72-c/m,erwe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-8274073148778219162</id><published>2009-10-27T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:53:43.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>A japanese boy gave me a kiss *shy*</title><content type='html'>It all started when I went out to get some fresh air. I hang out with some random people and I felt free for the first time because I don’t need anyone in my life at the moment. Got in to a bit of trouble because I guess I was too wild, lol. But it was worth experiencing something like that since I always stuck in my tower knowing the outside world can be too extreme. Strange? I know. Time pass by and it’s time to head home, out of no where I saw my little cousin I just can’t leave her alone so I decided to send her home first. On my way, I saw a shop I didn’t know existed so I went in to look around. It was a small shop fill with instruments and junk. At the counter I saw a middle old man, my first guess was he must be the owner of this shop. Oh there’s a boy there too he and the owner speak Japanese to each other.
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I was like wow.. Japanese people! (&lt;i&gt;Of course it’s normal to think that way&lt;/i&gt;) and the boy there look so cute.. let’s see if I can describe him.. he was a bit taller than me, in his gym wear, black hair.. not the perfect guy in the world but he is definitely cute and omg he’s Japanese but what’s the point.. I’m no match with other girls nowadays.. beside I’m on my time out in relationships. When I look outside I saw my ex boyfriend and here’s where the silly but oh-so heart-warming moment starts. I turn around real quick not to show my face to my ex then shockingly that Japanese boy was in front of me. I have no idea why he was in front of me though all I think about is that hoping my ex doesn’t see me. Suddenly! He(&lt;i&gt;the Japanese guy&lt;/i&gt;) grabs my arms, look deeply into my eyes and gave me a deep passionate kiss. I felt like there’s a thousand fireworks shooting into the sky..  it was all a sudden but strangely an amazing feeling. When he look at me he then say &lt;i&gt;”s-sorry&lt;/i&gt;” in his cute accent. I was somehow just standing there looking very much in love smiling like a crazy person. So my cousin came in and drags me out but my expression still doesn’t change I just kept looking at him while my cousin tries her best to push me.
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He just look at me with his innocent smile.. sigh, wish someone like that exist. Too bad it’s just a dream.. I be surprise if you people think this is real. Like duh.. my ex is in KL and I’m still in KK and it’s very rare for Japanese people be living in Sabah and I’d be crazy enough to think that my ex would come here. Cheh. I don’t think it would happen also. Being a girl sucks if your the one do everything for him. All guys ever do is like going closer to other girls and taking more picture with them than you. Hmph. I felt under appreciated. Opps! I'm sorry I'm sorry I should stop complaining about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-8274073148778219162?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/8274073148778219162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-actually-be-my-dream-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/8274073148778219162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/8274073148778219162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-actually-be-my-dream-boy.html' title='A japanese boy gave me a kiss *shy*'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SuveyOqFbJI/AAAAAAAACOc/EdkuVMedSmA/s72-c/Sudden_Kiss_by_charu_san.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3048213039657627383</id><published>2009-10-18T18:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:57:45.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>I refuse I refuse I refuse!</title><content type='html'>My part 2 trying to move on. Geez I hate making my blog into a love nonescene thingy whatever. Yes! I tried going out shopping doing everything I want!
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Damn and still can't get you out of my mind but at least I'm not crying terribly like before I think I need more time. Not just that I feel like going out with my mates but unfortunately they all have started studies while mine starts on january next year... ish stupid NS.
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I'm all alone going mad at home. Connection at home not connecting properly! I don't want to be like the movie 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall'(I don't know if thats the last name) just she reminded me of myself but I never sleep with another guy and I think I'm more like her ex because I like DDR and silly music... it's painful to see an ex that you spend so much being with someone else? 
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I hate that movie! it has lowered my life span. Sooner or later I feel like dying but no... I don't want that to happen. Grr! I wanna listen to Paramore!
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Although it might not show tat 'I got him' or destroying his new gf reputation or anything. It's just giving me this cool vibe showing to me that I should live on and enjoy life.
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Oh and this! YEAH I AM CRUSHED BY MY CRUSH!
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Lastly this..
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She understand what everyone goes through.. I wish to be strong like her 
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PS: For the ever first time I rejected a guy that offers me to be his gf while I'm still single. Feels good though.. for saying 'no' to him I mean.. just hated being heart broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3048213039657627383?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3048213039657627383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-want-you-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3048213039657627383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3048213039657627383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-want-you-boy.html' title='I refuse I refuse I refuse!'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-2973259822974512527</id><published>2009-10-15T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:12:24.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Love has it limits</title><content type='html'>I’m surprise who texted me last night.. and maybe you wanna know who, yes?
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Well it was Teacher Thye, he thought us moral back at NS princess haliza. Can’t you believe it? Haha, not only that it was 8.57pm and I was asleep.. well almost.. sure it was early but I had issue with something and because of that issues it made me woke up at 2 something am. I can’t sleep I had to talk about it to someone but this time it has to be a guy I’m tired talking problems to girls I need a new way to keep my confidents up a little so that is to talk about it to a guy. 
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You don’t know how relieve I was after saying my heart out to Megat. He’s such an awesome friend listening to my problem unlike Ming Ming already sent 2 messages and suddenly he disappear but I guess I should understand lar it is late maybe he was really sleepy after coming back from work. Sigh, okay I’m tired of hiding the facts. I ‘was’ still with Roshan but now officially break up and this time for real. He found someone else.. out of no where he confesses to me that he dated someone behind my back while we were still together.
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I don’t want to tell anyone including my closes friends, I’m sorry. There’s reason I did this it was because I sense that we might be breaking up again and I’m embarrass to tell people 
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“&lt;i&gt;hey we finally back together&lt;/i&gt;” 
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It’s like a circle of an unending love that I still not sure yet if we are really meant for each other and now the circle has finally broken. So everyone I’m okay now.. for now at least.. just I hope I wont end up having another relationship with someone else for the time being. I’m too scared that it might happen again, however I need to relax and heal myself. Oh and I start exercising I need to get back in shape.. I don’t want to let a guy pleasure me all the time so I hope I can live my life being single and happy all the time.
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God give me the strength to move on! Feel like changing my number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-2973259822974512527?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/2973259822974512527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-has-it-limits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2973259822974512527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2973259822974512527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-has-it-limits.html' title='Love has it limits'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-1369514614181653241</id><published>2009-10-07T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:05:14.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Human are the Savages</title><content type='html'>You tell me what good reason for you to kill something that didn't do any harm to us? are you that desperate to eat? &lt;b&gt;ANIMAL HAVE FEELING! ANIMAL ALSO WANTS TO LIVE!&lt;/b&gt; don't that remind you of someone? don't you think it remind you of 'yourself'.. you heartless souls. If you say that you don't care whether you live or die that means you not meant to be on earth.
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Here is what you vicious people do to them. We all know that these kind of animal are harmful nonetheless friendly! but the kangaroo you could say they can sometimes be friendly but still they don't kill people even if they wanted to, they have brains unlike those who just acts without thinking... and that who I like to call rednecks, fuckers, fagots and whatever nasty words.
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Aside from that, I found one video while watching these heartbreaking videos.
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Did you know that Cola mix with Mentos causes death? well first watch this video.
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Just imagine that kind of combination starts to reacts in your tummy. So avoid this.. mostly avoid drinking cola. Cola isn't healthy okay it only good at making you fat and weak. Like in the commercial Britney Spears, Pink and Beyonce promoting Cola using The Queen's song 'We Will Rock You' and look how they turn out.
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There's no Beyonce's picture because she's the only person that knows how to take care of her figure hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-1369514614181653241?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/1369514614181653241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/human-are-savages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1369514614181653241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1369514614181653241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/10/human-are-savages.html' title='Human are the Savages'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SswzJm0smvI/AAAAAAAACLs/LU5GHWOuZak/s72-c/britandpink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6927715007155579706</id><published>2009-09-29T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:42:37.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>I'm a Hero?</title><content type='html'>I had a really odd dream. 
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First it started at my home. Somehow the atmosphere felt different.. it's not because I know that it is a dream or anything just it felt eerie, like I should be doing something.. in the room I saw few people we were thinking of making a team of investigation because of the murderer cases. We somehow thought that it might not be safe living in my home so we all pack stuff that we need. I saw my dog milky.. I just can't leave her all alone then this one guy strap her and put her on his back. Milky paws was relaxing on his head which makes it cute to see.. which is look so dangerous so I told him to give her to me.. at first in the dream I thought if I bring Milky she might bark at anything she see, heard or feel. But the one in my dream didn't? So the case became more and more convenient for us because everyone was cooperating including my dog ^_^
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The search of the killer still hasn't come to an end so everyone decided to return home. Oh and the 3 people that I was with was 2 guys and my sister Sarah.. I have no idea how she likes to butt in at everything but I think there is a reason why she join us. I hate leaving someone I known alone I just got to tag her along. I'm very overprotective in real and in my dream tee hee. So at home I was with my sister in the room with Milky too. Have no idea what to do.. then I just figure that the door didn't lock downstairs so I ask Sarah about it and said she forgot. I scolded her what if someone gets in. When I went downstairs I saw my mum and the door was already lock was relieve a bit. Suddenly, out of no where I had this feeling like my sister Sarah was in trouble then I went up.. I &lt;i&gt;saw&lt;/i&gt; her trying to get out while holding Milky. 
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When I say saw I meant like everything in my dream is just like an &lt;b&gt;odd movie being film everywhere&lt;/b&gt;. Anyway, she was trying to turn the handle but it somehow got jam so I then quickly open it and she safely came out. Everyone was isolated downstairs.. and me trying to protect them then the light was out.. I told them to go outside which they did. Not to long the light went back on so I want them to go inside.. I saw mom was calling someone important. At a time like this when the killer is on the loose she's there working, geez. So I just thought that I have another door that I forgot to check when I was to that door I lift one finger and push it.. I got shock because it was open.. I try closing it but it somehow broken off but thankfully no one was out there yet. Then random people came in the picture and help me to put it back on.. I saw a cat beside me hissing at someone behind.. 
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OMG! I realize my mother was alone calling at the back when I went to the kitchen I saw the kitchen door being open in my head "&lt;i&gt;she's so stupid! why the hell did she open the door!&lt;/i&gt;" When I went out I saw a man. It was the killer! he holds a knife on his head almost wanted to stab my mother from behind while she's not noticing. I quickly pull his shirt and he drop his knife.. he look bald and his shirt was worn out.. why targeted my mom? I took the knife that he drop and look straight at him. He was pleading.. saying sorry for all that he did. Before he wants to have mercy I then thought to myself again "&lt;i&gt;what should I do? if I use this sharp knife to attacked him I would faint, I hate killing people it gives me the shivers&lt;/i&gt;" He said he will change.. my mum came and told me that she knows him I was a bit surprise, she said something about that guy is her brother.
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Was he on crack trying to kill her sister? but then I thought of letting him go because he did say he will change. Then I had a second thought that law is the law.. he kill numbers of people so I have no choice to take him in.. Uh oh.. I don't have a handcuff *sweat*
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Somehow this story has also a meaning to me in real life. 
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Sarah hair was long in my dream and in real life her hair was short because she's a jackass tomboy, when she was small her hair was long that time she was quiet and didn't cause any harm to anyone.. maybe its trying to tell me that no matter how irritating she might get she's always my little sister at heart 
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Then my mother.. she almost gotten killed by the killer! then now I realize I should always help her, I can't always depend her at everything.. she's a busy woman.. anything could happen..
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The stories was somehow base on real life of mine.. but also :p in a game Persona 4 it's a bit similar bah, lol. And I did have an uncle who's steal back in my hometown.. and he did was a crime.. what does that mean? I shouldn't be helping a criminal? Yeah I think so.. whoever did a dirty crime will always have a price to pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6927715007155579706?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6927715007155579706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6927715007155579706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6927715007155579706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-hero.html' title='I&apos;m a Hero?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-5524640174266096368</id><published>2009-09-27T21:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:44:40.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Sex dolls in man's life</title><content type='html'>Trap at home like a princess in distress.. except this is the opposite.. just bored.. and totally not a princess.. just it be a fantasy to be a princess of a day though tee hee~ I think I should start blogging right? Since I got nothing to blog about… I think it be interesting on telling you guys some juicy facts.. there’d be some times I might be posting about story that make you go “wow” or “ewww” or “…. O.o” .. hehe well enough of that.. now, please scroll down and watch if you please ;p
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The hell with this guy.. I kinda understand how he feels when he &lt;i&gt;cannot love real women&lt;/i&gt; probably he’s scared being hurt but still it’s freaky.. he’s such a psycho.. finding love, effection and sex with a bunch of sex dolls? It really makes me want to puke.  I mean that obviously shows he has no life out of this world. 
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Lol, kinda like me but at least I’m not coo coo like him, he’s just way over the top. Anyway, I did search for random photos about old man with sex dolls. 
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Well you guys don’t have to depend on sex dolls that look like female to make you horny and such.. you could however go for a cheaper one that looks like a pig with a big hole at the back.. and I mean literally.
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This guy seems to be enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5524640174266096368?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5524640174266096368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/dolls-in-mans-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5524640174266096368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5524640174266096368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/dolls-in-mans-life.html' title='Sex dolls in man&apos;s life'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sr9oincmq4I/AAAAAAAACLk/73YkOFcEHaI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-217061031272266811</id><published>2009-09-21T17:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:28:44.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredome'/><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this is the kind of games I've completed playing .. there's should be more games I've already finish but somehow I can't remember any.. and also there's also more I haven't quite finish because I maybe got bored with it or no feeling already with the game, lol. :p 
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh3/harukizuna/Kuonwp-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-217061031272266811?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/217061031272266811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/217061031272266811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/217061031272266811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-7404903069348660477</id><published>2009-09-11T12:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:16:31.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service Life'/><title type='text'>I'm not Tarzan</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I’m like can’t wait to get started on my blogging. It’s been like forever! Even if it’s only been like 2 or 3 weeks in that lousy camp. Anyways, on the 30th of august I was at home for only a day because I forced my mum to bring me home when she visited me on the Sundays. It wasn't my idea to &lt;i&gt;cuti&lt;/i&gt; for a day it was the coaches they say I and the other trainee should rehearse our closing celebration. Haih. Then nvm lor one day is good enough for me.
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Oh the reason I didn’t online when I reach home its because my broadband was cut on that day until yesterday. Now I know that broadband isn’t free! Why the hell I thought they free oh?! But at least convenient la can bring here and there, right? Haih… don’t know why suddenly no energy today. 
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Let me show you my camp out la. 
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I was a bit excited about the camp out but still it reminded me of Tomb Raider so I must face any kind of danger just like Lara Croft! Hiak!! xD .
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AHHH!!!!!! I GOT &lt;b&gt;CUTS&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!!!! T______________________T
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I don't think I want to go through any jungle ever again!!! WARGH!!!!! D'X My companies navigator is an idiot! How could she take us the long way to reach camp?! I went down the slippery hill full of mud and weird icky plants! D': my boot stinks! Dx cause I think it wasn't mud I'm stepping. My body rigs with jungle sweat! *sob* you don't know how much pain it is to be there... T-T
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At last, we arrived &lt;i&gt;juga&lt;/i&gt;.. the first thing we did was helping built up a tent for our small group. I'm in group 7 so our mission starts like 2 in the morning &gt;.&lt; if you want to know why we're so late =.= it's because the other small groups was late coming back. 
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Pretty right? this is where we be using the water from. So crystal clean I tell ya.
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The picture above is..... the 'night' toilet and no way I'm taking the 'day' toilet! The night toilet it's like the only thing that everyone isn't using. *traumatize* 
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It's night time.. before that night I thought of something. "&lt;i&gt;I wonder how it look like when it is dark inside the jungle&lt;/i&gt;" then I found out that it's extremely dark!! gosh, you've guys should have seen it. The stars was beautiful. I saw star constellation.. if I'm not mistaken I think it was Sagittarius or Scorpio? 
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I'm hungry now.. so I be stopping here. All I could say NS is great ;) even if I've been shifted to another camp -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-7404903069348660477?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/7404903069348660477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-tarzan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7404903069348660477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7404903069348660477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-tarzan.html' title='I&apos;m not Tarzan'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SqnQxOIGTMI/AAAAAAAACJ0/cOucqAzmWFs/s72-c/P1000638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6155359261741088323</id><published>2009-08-11T07:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:04:49.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Stuck in the middle</title><content type='html'>I had trouble dealing with stuff. Sure I maybe the daughter of a lawyer but me and mum have our differences doesn’t mean we should be the same and for your information she and I is really not the same but it’s best for me not to say it any further. Okay enough about my mum, I’m trying to talk about how complicated life is for me. Sure there maybe obstacle I may face through in life but the thing I’m most afraid of me following with friends.
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Mostly people call me ego sometimes but that only depends on my mood and my mood that time had it reason to be ‘ego’ towards you guys. We live in Malaysia, and here we can speak manglish or perhaps singlish if you feel like being Singaporean. My problem is I’m a blur girl &gt;_&gt; sometimes I can be stupid and other times talk as if I know stuff you know but that base on what I know from others, I listen.
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The thing is I have a lot of troubles that I wish to talk about so I’m going to talk about it before getting ready to go to my new transferring camp in Papar (last time was in Selangor). So anyway, as I was saying I just don’t like to be treated weirdly :( until it makes me feels uncomfortable with this feeling. When I talk to you, why won’t you remember? And sure I know a lot may have a lot of different problem like me, so I understand.
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(God, I’m feeling emo today) oh yeah I wanted to tell whoever that reads this that I had problem communicating now. The way I wrote now maybe just ‘alright’ but still it’s hard when there’s a lot of people like 'talking'. You know, I don’t blame them for talking Malay with me (of course this is malaysia after all), just when I speak that language more often I tend to forget some English words and always my grammar (for me) is on error. If you read one of my NS post you get confuse with what I’m trying to explain. I felt blonde! 
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In life right now I feel as if I’m a grandmother trap in an 18 year old body. I make a change la. Ish, I hate the way I am. So I'm off now see you guys in 3 weeks ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6155359261741088323?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6155359261741088323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-myself-makes-my-life-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6155359261741088323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6155359261741088323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-myself-makes-my-life-complicated.html' title='Stuck in the middle'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-5941941949778529635</id><published>2009-08-09T21:14:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:19:20.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Sushi King in 1 borneo</title><content type='html'>This was my first time to have had such good quality and variety of japanese food. Other kind in KK sucks, just too tasteless and expensive. Going to this place is worth it and the good part about going here is that it's cheap :) . Please if you ever hungry go to Sushi King :) .
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I took a picture of a box of chopsticks. Oh while looking at my pictures really want to know if it's good enough.. I mean photography enough. Anyway, the last time I went to this (not here) japanese restaurant they just gave us each chopstick.. not like this one just ready all the chopstick in one box. I mean this is okay it means that the owner of the shop &lt;i&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt; the customers :p. 
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There's another thing!
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If you lazy to wait for your food to arrive you can take some sushi or whatever that looks like sushi on the rotating thingy o.o . But.. there's good news and bad news.. the bad news you have to pay, but the good news is that it's cheap.. some of em just rm4.00 to something something &gt;_&gt; ..but I know it's cheap and also super duper delicious!! :D
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These are my selected 2. Omg, make me feel like want to go to this awesome place again. Oh and there's baverage too but rather drink the old fashion way la.
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I think it's water o.o although the water looks green but somehow it tasted like water! &gt;_&lt;
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Finally my food have arrive. This cost only rm18+ but don't get me wrong la &gt;_&gt; got full set but forgot to take picture of egg pudding, ice cream, soup that is suppose to be one set with this. Guess was in a rush to eat :)
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This picture is funny.. lol the picture of the fish bone means that it tries to warn us about...... a fish bone inside the food... hmm.. okay? &gt;.&gt;
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By the way, we ordered a lot since it was cheap la. That's why in the picture you see like there's a lot this. After going out from here I then go and bought this.
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I don't know why this year I'm obsess with bunnies nowadays and anyway.. bought this in a japanese shop (Daiso). And yeah yeah don't know why suddenly in a japanese mode today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5941941949778529635?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5941941949778529635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/08/sushi-king-in-1-borneo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5941941949778529635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5941941949778529635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/08/sushi-king-in-1-borneo.html' title='Sushi King in 1 borneo'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sn7QxX-SHVI/AAAAAAAACII/62PPIXJHOwo/s72-c/P1000476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6622271641051975641</id><published>2009-08-06T14:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:47:48.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peninsular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service Life'/><title type='text'>Finally out from camp?</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 2.50am, Get ready before 4am, got in the bus, reach to the airport at 6 something then blah blah blah &lt;i&gt;sampai&lt;/i&gt; already in Sabah at 10.05am. Really going to miss my camp! So okay I kept on babbling about me wanting to go back but I never knew it's going to happen that quickly.. this is the fault of the H1N1 outbreak that the camp (without a choice) is closing for a week. In my camp there are 4 people been &lt;i&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt; by it(swine flu/H1N1) which make me scared because I don't want to catch that kind of decease! that why people that healthy (like me) should be sent home straight away and choose another camp that close from home!
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That's why every time when I'm trying to get out of my dormitory everyone have to wear their mask.. activities is also been put on hold because a lot in my camp is sick with &lt;i&gt;macam2&lt;/i&gt; sickness. So the sick people will be isolated in one room so others that isn't sick can at least be safe a bit la. I tell ya la people, Camp Princess Haliza is the best camp yet! and you say all camp is strict. Well yeah :) except for this camp.. it just felt like in school only.. this camp is the best and omagosh I should be happy! :O (be jealous people kekeke)
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Huhuhu T__T but &lt;s&gt;thanks&lt;/s&gt; to this stupid outbreak my &lt;i&gt;Khidmat Komuniti&lt;/i&gt; haven't finish yet lor. It's kinda like charity.. you help people or learn stuff.. and my first K.K field trip was going to Kindergarten which is so awesome! :D I get to see little cute children. Got a picture of them too. 
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I tell ya it's not easy teaching little kids because some of them start's to get blur at what your saying. I spoke peninsular to them bah! not Sabahan.. because I know they will blur-out straight away xD . But I understand some was pretty shy ;) I was once like that too ya know.. Glad to experience being a kindergarten teacher for once.
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What's next... hmmm oh.. and I went to see my friends going kayaking but I forgot when was it. 
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I didn't go kayaking because I don't want my arm to get hurt.. so I just sat on a log and snap some picture of them la. *Thinks* what other activities I have done.. *thinks thinks thinks* I think there's a lot of exciting activities in National Service just you have to find out for yourself to see how fun it is being there :] well if it's in Princess Haliza of course mah best~! &lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt; best camp ever! 
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Argh!! I'm really lazy to upload a lot of picture. So go to facebook to see more of my pictures la. 
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&lt;h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;*got one funny dialouge that my friend say. we were in Jugra for shooting using M16. after shooting the soldiers will put our score on the bulletin.*&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Coach:&lt;/b&gt; Olga.. berapa kamu dapat?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olga:&lt;/b&gt; ALAH CIKGU!! *disappointed* 19 saja........
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coach:&lt;/b&gt; 19 je?? Kamu nie memang..
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olga:&lt;/b&gt; Ish! biar la! kalau timbak orang mati juga bah dia cikgu..
&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6622271641051975641?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6622271641051975641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-out-from-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6622271641051975641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6622271641051975641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-out-from-camp.html' title='Finally out from camp?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SnrUiDfjynI/AAAAAAAACG4/dGW2IdgGrtg/s72-c/P1000387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3990084359516912950</id><published>2009-07-25T13:59:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:03:35.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Bilikku 'Hell'ku</title><content type='html'>This show sucks. These people is very cheapskate one. Know why? They destroy my Uncle's wife's sister's room.. and okay that may sound confusing to say so I just call her my auntie &lt;i&gt;mudah&lt;/i&gt; =P . To make it more easier! her name is Joey.. sure Joey sounds like a guy's name but if you wanna know..
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In the picture you can see she looks like one, no? To tell you the truth I was a bit jealous knowing that Joey's room was going to get renovated -__- the theme of the show is Rock because Joey is a rocker type of girl and also she's the coolest one I know :) oh she also play the guitar.. and not forgetting she's a photographer in Limkokwing! WOW right?! :O this year is her final year there. 
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So anyway about her room.. I never &lt;i&gt;pernah&lt;/i&gt; saw her room before it's been transform.. but never mind.
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Me and the others(Belle, Jennifer, and the other girl) was sitting on the living room coach watching television but it's sad we can't turn on the volume so loud they say the crew was about to start renovating. Then suddenly the director went to the living room to ask if we would like to go in television.. the other's was like "&lt;i&gt;don't want, don't want&lt;/i&gt;" but as for me I kept quiet because I don't give a damn also!
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Hmm I lied, I want bah my face go in Tv :p and good thing too the director asked me if I want in.. I was playing it cool and nodded only. The others was shy and don't want to do it but lastly they do it also except for one la.. Joey's older second sister but the director did mention that only 2 family members and 2 friends can allow to &lt;i&gt;act&lt;/i&gt; inside. 7/8 hours had past.. still the room haven't finish.. but actually o.o it was like 5 days ago they went to Joey's house -.- why didn't they start 5 days ago then wait after 5 days later =__=" ?
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That is why show business always lie to people that watches the television (or maybe just the malaysian that likes doing this). Sure if your making a movie or something that's fair enough to understand but this show they say they finish in &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; day and the &lt;b&gt;host&lt;/b&gt; said the family will leave the house and will be surprise after they come back from where ever. Oh please you believe &lt;i&gt;juga ka&lt;/i&gt; at what they say? (&lt;i&gt;padahal&lt;/i&gt; I &lt;i&gt;pernah kena tipu&lt;/i&gt;).. Omg.. they're fake! fake fake fake with the CAPITAL F!
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Lookey here.. if Joey and the family was out..
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Why Joey was in the room didn't she went out? the room haven't finish yet.. and didn't they say that they wanted to surprise her? Sorry for the blurry picture guys &gt;__&gt; . I even saw Joey helping the crew members putting her new stuff inside. -__- I'm not surprise at all. No wonder in every malaysian Tv show when a host knocks your front door and there you are all dress up for the camera with make up and everything. I tell ya they were planning it from the very beginning.. 
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Okay enough bad comment about it if they want to be fake all this time then so be it la. Now is time for Joey's family and friends to act! That's Belle and Joey's father inside the picture.. first that goes in was Joey's friends.. that would be me and the other girl and okay there's no picture of me and &lt;i&gt;ada&lt;/i&gt; bah auntie said she want to take a picture of me using my camera but I was shy so I just say no to her politely. Hmm -__- I didn't do much of the talking.. just the other girl did and..... the truth is.. she was like all bitch up you know o.o .
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I didn't like it so I just like look amazed and when Joey ask me I was like "&lt;i&gt;ok&lt;/i&gt;" I was seriously blur!! if I &lt;i&gt;rapat&lt;/i&gt; with them more I think I will be bitchy also like the other girl. lol. :p so after we finish compliment her room and all then it's time for the family's turn.. Belle and Joey's father is going in.. hahaha xD their funny because they keep on re-taking more than 5 times already. 
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&lt;br&gt;Belle: Aku rasa bilik dulu kau lagi smart lagi dari sekarang
&lt;br&gt;Joey: Itu la... it's too clean...
&lt;br&gt;Jennifer: When I look at your room it doesn't look like a rockstar.. more like a pornstar
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It's true if you must know. The person who design the room is GAY! thinks he knows everything about 'Rock' I also don't like it. So don't find 'Bilikku Syurgaku' people if you want your room being renovated. You better off renovate yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3990084359516912950?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3990084359516912950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/bilikku-hellku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3990084359516912950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3990084359516912950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/bilikku-hellku.html' title='Bilikku &apos;Hell&apos;ku'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sn1Ucv-8mbI/AAAAAAAACHI/8yLY9OmRmXw/s72-c/P1000205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3843987994757710686</id><published>2009-07-23T20:12:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:08:48.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luxurious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peninsular'/><title type='text'>You lie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmhZx5gLK2I/AAAAAAAACEg/rYwfTkv9IlU/s1600-h/P1000112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmhZx5gLK2I/AAAAAAAACEg/rYwfTkv9IlU/s400/P1000112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361634070168808290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;My brother, daddy and me in the lobby.. mommy in the reception counter&lt;/center&gt;
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After checking out from Hotel Sheraton Imperial we then went to Cyberjaya. Mum said something about we're not going to live in a Hotel anymore, she even said there be no aircon and whatever that make us feel comfortable and to me I feel like I don't like the idea but still I got to be reasonable also and beside I'm use to with no aircon -_- 5 weeks in NS as if I'm not use to it already.
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Mom LIED!
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In the picture do you guys see anything that's &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; hotel-ish?? 
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&lt;center&gt;Like a mini living room in a cabin&lt;/center&gt;
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Well it's not a Hotel la.. &gt;_&gt; it's a lodge. A pretty lodge! :O and this place more pretty than a hotel I mean more more better la.. you want to know why?
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Because in everyone's room (I think all the room la) got their own computer with &lt;u&gt;INTERNET&lt;/u&gt; I don't know if my mom pay the internet but the hell la got INTERNET! :D so no need use broadband that can lag2 all the time &gt;_&lt; .
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The bed is nice too. You should know that I like soft bed but the one I'm sleeping is way to soft! How will I turn to the side if I keep on sinking down? Haiz, hard la this going to the bathroom at night.
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Don't mind the towel just came back from swimming. :) Happy bah me now because it's been a long time didn't went swimming. 
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&lt;center&gt;I like the shower! oh the shampoo and soap I bought because I don't like to use theirs it smells weird..&lt;/center&gt;
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Nonetheless, the bathroom is okay also mah keke. The next picture you gonna be surprise! 
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Got kitchen! :D LOL this place is like an apartment la. Oh yeah got aircon &lt;i&gt;juga&lt;/i&gt; :p forgot to mention it..
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Nah the food in the room also cheap (even if got more cheaper in &lt;i&gt;kedai biasa&lt;/i&gt;) I wanted to take picture of all the resort here la but no time liao. Only a day here mommy going back tomorrow so I be living in my 2nd cousin's house until I go back NS. Huhu shy la me T__T so anyways wish me luck people and don't forget to go here huh! :D this place can be called paradise! ^__^ (for me la I didn't say for u). Oh damn forgot again @@ the name of the lodge is Cyberview Lodge. rm700 per nite so you &lt;i&gt;pandai2&lt;/i&gt; count la ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3843987994757710686?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3843987994757710686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/luxurious-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3843987994757710686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3843987994757710686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/luxurious-life.html' title='You lie!'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmhZx5gLK2I/AAAAAAAACEg/rYwfTkv9IlU/s72-c/P1000112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-5619559542494189994</id><published>2009-07-20T19:37:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:04:33.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peninsular'/><title type='text'>Free for only a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmUmT1WkzvI/AAAAAAAACDU/5LaJCCf3TG8/s1600-h/P1000006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmUmT1WkzvI/AAAAAAAACDU/5LaJCCf3TG8/s400/P1000006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360733053635579634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;PICTURE OF THE DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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Have no idea why I want to put a picture first then talk about what I've done today cuz I see people in singapore when they have a blogspot they like doing this (putting pics first as an introduction &lt;i&gt;konon&lt;/i&gt;) .. got one also like putting a lot of his pic with the same face (no other pose meh?).. Anyways, today went out with family :] well just me, my brother and mommy. We went out to buy meself a new camera (because the last one was busted and its the fault of my friend.. SHH!! don't tell her, ok? ish this is why it's hard trusting peninsular people o.o)
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This my viewers is my new baby cam :] I call her 'Cammy' 'Baby Cammy' :D . First it cost Rm930 without the memory card, charger and yada yada. Full set cost my mum Rm1620. Yeah very &lt;s&gt;cheap&lt;/s&gt;. This time Cammy stays with me! I wont let anyone borrow it -_- never ever ever!! I lazy to trust you people even the one I'm close with I still wont borrow it to you or letting you hold it so please &lt;i&gt;jangan sakit hati&lt;/i&gt; yeah~ ;] hate me also you can mah.
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I also bought a watch for NS. It's hard knowing the time when I'm there I have to find a friend so I could know the time, haiz. Oh and it cost &lt;s&gt;only&lt;/s&gt; Rm135 (discount already this!!)
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So the hotel we're staying is in Sheraton Imperial a 5 star resort. At night my mom got hungry so she ordered some room service and you know? it's not free and it's not cheap also -.- .
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&lt;center&gt;Pizza&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Sandwiches &amp; Fries&lt;/center&gt; 
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My mom said it tasted bad and Little Italy back in Sabah more better. Well I still think this food is good and the only thing I like to eat in Little Italy is the Lasagna (Hmmmmmm~ Lasagna :) 
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Ok la see the pictures la you people.
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&lt;center&gt;Got big screen TV!&lt;/center&gt;
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It's really sad hor. Felt like going to the swimming pool here but sam is sick to accompany me. Sad right?! T__T long time already I never went swimming.. only when I was a kid. So in Hotel just swimming in the bath tub la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5619559542494189994?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5619559542494189994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-for-only-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5619559542494189994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5619559542494189994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-for-only-week.html' title='Free for only a week'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmUmT1WkzvI/AAAAAAAACDU/5LaJCCf3TG8/s72-c/P1000006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6593246460883031839</id><published>2009-07-20T19:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:06:05.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peninsular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service Life'/><title type='text'>7 weeks to go - p2</title><content type='html'>Go to one of my profiles if want to see more pictures. So in camp we learned 'How to survive in the jungle' 
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&lt;center&gt;Here you see is where my friend's Lily and Farah is cooking rice&lt;/center&gt;
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Here is where you learn to BBQ a fish.:]
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&lt;center&gt;Our coach BBQ this :] lol&lt;/center&gt;
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While some are cooking.. some even learn to built a tent. I was like there just taking picture like a retard photographer.
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Then we learned Taekwando and Karate :] .
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I gave my index number to join these martial arts :] I guess it probably could burn my calories mah.
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Then the Flying Fox. It's 60 feet high.. one fall you already dead! Woo.. huhuhu... scary..
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Then you see the picture up there is water confident T__T we have to swim in the &lt;i&gt;longkang&lt;/i&gt; and I just know about it when I finish swimming huhu. &lt;i&gt;Jahat betul tu orang&lt;/i&gt;
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Ok people until here I stop let me have my holiday.. everyday also labor day at that freaking camp. Even if sometimes fun I still need rest! I have eye bags for god sack not just that I gain more weight! I wan lose weight! huhuhu T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6593246460883031839?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6593246460883031839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-weeks-to-go-p2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6593246460883031839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6593246460883031839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-weeks-to-go-p2.html' title='7 weeks to go - p2'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmRhRuSNiOI/AAAAAAAACDE/hhRA9nqSmgg/s72-c/DSCN0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3885385762384837327</id><published>2009-07-19T16:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:12:35.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peninsular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service Life'/><title type='text'>7 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>Im on my semester holiday! but on the 25 or 26 I be heading back to camp. So my 5 weeks in camp was a bit dramatic but mostly fun! :D . We started our activities early but there's still some haven't finish yet like Kayak, Climbing down from a 60 feet height.. I kinda forgot the name of that activity but I try snap a picture of it. &lt;i&gt;Banyak lagi&lt;/i&gt; bah so wait and see la. Here are some picture I took.
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So first it started in Likas my pick up point. I be heading to Camp Princess Haliza in Selangor. My dad got shocked knowing that I got this kind of camp because he said I should be lucky to be in this camp. Know why? celebrities like Suki, Diana Danielle and whoever had already been there. Actually I have no idea who they are :/ I don't mostly like watching malaysian channels unless I'm bored and there's nothing else to watch.
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Was riding MAS airplane to reach to KLIA and you know what? I HATE IT! riding it make my head hurt. It felt like 3 hours and a half. I think Air Asia is way better only 2 hours and a half. Have you ever have that feeling that you might not find friends in NS? I had that feeling and it was scary :( afraid nobody wants to be friends with me but when I reach there I then soon find out that everyone have the same problem that they also want a friend. 
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I got a friend her name is Maryanne :] didn't got her picture though after her was Ria until now I don't feel comfortable being with her she's just so annoying. Then as times goes by soon in camp you get a lot of friends :D . (&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE:&lt;/b&gt; anyone that got in NS please bring extra towel, the towel they give will be like next week &gt;_&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) So while waiting for everyone (Selangor, Sandakan) to arrive in camp me and Maryanne went sightseeing but me and her can only go to the Cafeteria, Parking lots and also in the Open Hall. 
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&lt;center&gt;The Cafeteria real something huh so big&lt;/center&gt;
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That's all for my first day there. It's get boring at first but when everyone in camp have already arrived then the real battle begins. You have to get up early like 5 just to prepare yourself but for muslim they have to wake up at 4am for praying. We even have to eat 6 times a day. 
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7.30am , 10.30am , 12.30pm , ??? , 5.30pm , 10.30pm .
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I wanted to lose some weight so I only eat 2 times a day taking only a bit of rice. The coaches in this camp are so awesome! sometimes they can be serious so it's best not to temper them. There's one time the &lt;i&gt;Wira&lt;/i&gt;(Hero) did something wrong so Teacher Pet(don't know why we have to call him that) smashed the plastic chair on the floor. I was in deep shock o.o . 
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Imagine a height of 180+++(I think that's it) weight 150kg and he has the body The Rock in WWE!! well actually he dont have the muscle but he looks so healthy la :] before going back to Sabah I try take a picture of him la. But really he's an awesome guy and he's real funny! :D . "&lt;i&gt;WOI WIRA!!!&lt;/i&gt;" that's his trademark ;p
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In NS it's kinda felt like school.. there's class bah -__- &lt;i&gt;sepa pula tak suka&lt;/i&gt; *raise hands* that class make us felt like little kids drawing this and that on the floor using magic color. Pssh. there's one page it's like a journal the teacher told us to draw what we done yesterday so we draw.
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I saw one of my group friend just draw a stick man
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Pirated videos also got in there. The reason I said pirated is because the teacher told me not to record any activity inside the Module Class because people need to find out themselves. So I just upload some in youtube later la, I don't care what they say :] . I only record people acting as some Machine of the future. So wait and see while I finish uploading it la.
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What else....
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Well wait for part 2 :] I now at my uncles house tomorrow will stay in hotel somewhere in KL. Will continue once I reach there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3885385762384837327?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3885385762384837327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-weeks-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3885385762384837327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3885385762384837327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-weeks-to-go.html' title='7 weeks to go'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SmMtCepdmYI/AAAAAAAACBk/kcvtnfQxQ04/s72-c/DSCN0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4131813485929129585</id><published>2009-06-15T11:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:38:11.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Time'/><title type='text'>My times before going to NS are up</title><content type='html'>Starting today I wont be blogging for 3 months liao. You know why? Because I already in NS with my mates (who are not actually in the same camp with me which is so so so sad). I still haven't bought enough items for my NS so today will be the best opportunity to go buy. In the afternoon we already start going out. But first we need to send Sarah to my mum's office :/ cuz she haven't quite finish her Geo project.
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I don't feel like editing my pictures even if I know one website that could. I still think photoshop can make it look more nicer :/ So I just gotta wait for it la. Anyway, my sister and my mom were in the office. Sarah 'did' finish her Geo project actually all she have to do now is just print it out.. but unfortunately she have to type it all over again because she left her pindrive at home.
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So meanwhile, me and Sam went to Wisma Merdeka (while waiting for my sis and mum). I thought we just went for a drive around the place then suddenly he wants me to go to Japan Boat Takoyaki inside Wisma just to buy him food.. as if I know where that is -.- I mean I &lt;i&gt;lama&lt;/i&gt; never go out he expect me to go find this place? He also said Carol (Sam's gf) would be there so finally I just went la. I saw Carol and she was like surprise seeing me finally out from my cave xD 
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She didn't talk much like she use too. Forgot to tell you Carol works there and so we talk for a while then after that I started to order. I have no idea what menu they have so I just told Carol "&lt;i&gt;Si Sam yang mau&lt;/i&gt;". I guess she understands what I mean even if I don't clearly make any sense so while she was putting ingredients on the meat balls Sam already was beside me. Looking at it make me lose my appetite because it doesn't look satisfying. Sam asked me if I want one too. So I was like erm.. it's okay I take the second one then Carol suddenly look at me shockingly.
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Because she was adding a lot of spices on the meatballs just to screw with Sam. Haha, so I just ordered the original only la if like that.
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&lt;center&gt;Looks like a boat :] nice!&lt;/center&gt;
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Okay okay..
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When I first look at it.. I don't know if I should put it in my mouth I scare I might spit it back out but still I got no choice I already bought it. When it went into my mouth suddenly I felt like those people in Yakitate Japan :D ya know~ when you eat something so delicious you will start imagining something that makes you so so happy xD . Sam said it taste more delicious if you just put it all into your mouth so I did what he said but still it tasted the same xD . You people better try this out! I guarantee you, you wont regret :D 
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&lt;center&gt;Camwhore inside the car still waiting for them. Here I suck in my cheeks xD so you people wont see the &lt;i&gt;bulat&lt;/i&gt;ness&lt;/center&gt;
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Few minutes later, they finally arrived xD . So when we already dropped Sarah in her school now is time to go to 1B (1borneo). That time I was text messaging JJ.. thought of bringing her along but she was with Jeremiah so I just don't want to interfere with her love life lor. They said 1B already finish but when I go there still it's half incomplete la. You people are liar or just probably blind! When Sam already found a parking spot inside the parking lot we then went to the toilet. I don't want to go just my mum can't hold it any longer lol.
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&lt;center&gt;I saw a pretty cool place to sit down :O but in this picture I don't look as if I'm proud because I was trying to act as if I don't give a damn&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;How come I take picture wont be so blur and when my brother took a picture of me it will =__=&lt;/center&gt;
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Mum ask us where should we eat. Sam suggested KFC but I don't want KFC :( they give me gas. Then I ask my mum we should go to Manhattan Fish Market.. my excuse were it be my last meal before going to NS, LOL! xD . I forgot the name of the food we ordered.. 
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The drinks I ordered was Tropical breeze.
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Manhattan Fish Market is the best than the one I had in KL but if I can recall &gt;__&gt; I did say the same thing with my past time post but I think I've already deleted it. 
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In here I bought 'some' stuff that needed for NS but there's some stuff I bought that's really not got to do anything with NS it's mostly for what I want actually xD . I just can't help it if it looks so cute. Beside all of the stuff in Daiso is Rm5 only! unlike 'Kedai 2 ringgit($2.00)' -_- why bother calling the shop 2 ringgit when there's some stuff there higher than Rm2.00 haiyo~.
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&lt;center&gt;What do I tell ya.. everything there is Rm5 xD&lt;/center&gt;
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And omgosh people in Japan they got the longest bubble gum!
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&lt;center&gt;This is a bubble gum o.o and it is not a stick &gt;.&lt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;The inside of the bubble gum xD&lt;/center&gt;
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So after 1B we head to Karamunsing Mall after that CKS (need to speed things up because I need to get to bed) I finally got all the things I wanted :] so at home here are the stuff I bought in Daiso.
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Some of the things I bought were so cool! Like the fake ear but I forgot to take a picture of it. D: but I did took a picture of this thing that I bought.
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&lt;center&gt;I can't read japanese but I think the picture it's easy to tell&lt;/center&gt;
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Sarah and I were outside. We just can't wait to see how it would look like.
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&lt;center&gt;It looks like something's burning which is not good enough! D:&lt;/center&gt;
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I knew I should've bought the green one but the hell.. =__= I bought the red one instead -___-" shit. Oh and here's a crappy video of us with the 'dead aura' which is so obviously fake! :] to us la.
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&lt;center&gt;The answer is pigs... wild pigs&lt;/center&gt;
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And watch a video of em. 
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&gt;_&gt; I know your laughing (if your Sabahan la that understand my language). I can’t control my voice when something so smelly. Lol. They should really try giving those animals a bath. -_-
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After that we walk until my feet starts getting tired because all that non-stop walking (&lt;i&gt;lama&lt;/i&gt; already I never walk like this that's why). We rest near some big pond or is it lake? O.o never mind I’m learning -.- here’s a picture of what I’m trying to say lol.
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Nice kan the environment? :] can have romantic get-a-way &lt;i&gt;konon&lt;/i&gt; :D I saw a crocs mouth open :O
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&lt;center&gt;I wonder how long it could do that&lt;/center&gt;
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Another 2 crocs &gt;_&gt; .
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&lt;center&gt;Big big big! Just lucky it’s in a cage... *shivers* I hate reptiles&lt;/center&gt;
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Okay that’s the end of our adventure. Nah, just kidding I forgot to take some picture of some animal when I first walk in so I went back to take em la.
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&lt;center&gt;Here’s 2 peacocks... I think that white one is a peacock but not sure xD .. My sister said it looks like a Prince and Princess lol xD&lt;/center&gt;
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There’s a big one with a pretty tail that but it was far from me so my camera cannot take that kind of distance even if I want it to. I did pass this place but my auntie said that we can come back later -_- . Haiyo, come back until it already far from me. Actually that peacock really likes to show off himself. When there’s a lot of people around it will fly near them and starts being... well show off la xD .
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There are a lot of alligators but I forgot to put it in from my first part oh. Sorry. Guess not much time.
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SjGo3AinuSI/AAAAAAAAB6U/VSRyryy_NJE/s1600-h/sarawak+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SjGo3AinuSI/AAAAAAAAB6U/VSRyryy_NJE/s400/sarawak+159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346239895656970530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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There’s a python. Hate hate hate reptiles!
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Over and over again another crocodile but there’s reason for it to be put inside a single cage.
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&lt;center&gt;The tail is gone.. for a cicak I guess can grow back but I dont know much about crocs one la&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Then the flesh eating Piranha.. &lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SjGpZm__-xI/AAAAAAAAB68/t6Ses3hdfas/s1600-h/sarawak+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SjGpZm__-xI/AAAAAAAAB68/t6Ses3hdfas/s400/sarawak+166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346240490096294674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Me taking pic with em.. sweating bah me because walk far far lol :)&lt;/center&gt;
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Last time when I was in Aquaria (&lt;i&gt;post deleted because of stupid boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;) at KLCC there the Piranha were so small owh but here in Crocodile Farm it’s kinda bigger than your fist. I wonder in 1 borneo already finish their seapark? ._.
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Next part will post soon :] .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5306856493114739908?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5306856493114739908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/crocodile-farm-p3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5306856493114739908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5306856493114739908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/crocodile-farm-p3.html' title='Crocodile Farm - p3'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SjGoNEBoLRI/AAAAAAAAB5s/kD2xMtChuX0/s72-c/sarawak+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4835604983921788466</id><published>2009-06-02T23:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:22:15.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Crocodile Farm - p2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Si4ShSawCZI/AAAAAAAAB4M/qNE6rfSJh9w/s1600-h/sarawak+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Si4ShSawCZI/AAAAAAAAB4M/qNE6rfSJh9w/s400/sarawak+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230170824378770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;’Wild Life’ My sister was inside first lol&lt;/center&gt;
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This is where most of the crocs live :O but to bad you can’t see them in action because all of them were asleep (thank god). Some even put in cages for own purpose but will get to that once I done walking through the Wild Life.
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&lt;center&gt;Swimming in their own shyt... I wonder how they shyt look like? hmm o.o it's not like I'm want to find out or anything &gt;.&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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Tourist or maybe local were there also (just 2 people only). They were like talking to me kindly and I respond to them lo... in a nice way la of course. But still I felt awkward not saying goodbye to them.. I just that time walk only haiz. &gt;_&gt; I don’t know why oh... I just hate not saying goodbye to nice people.. but to bad and ugly people -_- well that probably be a different story.  
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I saw one croc’s mouth been crooked. Is that the right word for &lt;i&gt;bengkok&lt;/i&gt;? 
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&lt;center&gt;I am so not &lt;i&gt;kesian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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I’m sorry I am not to good with big english words &gt;_&gt; . So anyway, if you continue looking at my pictures I even spot one croc in the mud! Woo! Maybe you guys will obviously see it also la -_- if I can see it then I guess you can too. 
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Si4ShujW7PI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Q0b_OOdhOhY/s1600-h/sarawak+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Si4ShujW7PI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Q0b_OOdhOhY/s400/sarawak+135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230178376674546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;Center&gt;Mud bath eh..looks so relax&lt;/center&gt;
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There’s one I thought it was a croc.. but no... it's worst.. eh wait croc even worst than this =_=".. but this really bad also oh (for me la).. anyway just go see la you people..
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It was a freaking giant &lt;i&gt;biawak&lt;/i&gt;!!
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I saw in discovery channel(&lt;i&gt;obsessed&lt;/i&gt;) that when a &lt;i&gt;Biawak&lt;/i&gt; or in english I forgot. They stand up and hug the other &lt;i&gt;Biawak&lt;/i&gt; until one of them gives up. I know hearing it sound really stupid but it's so true. Watching it even more funnier lol xD . &lt;i&gt;Macam2&lt;/i&gt; la animal now.
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&lt;center&gt;Look at those tyres... big oh that reptile or croc if you want to call it -.- and it look like it didn't get enough food.. on a diet i think o.o&lt;/center&gt;  
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Listen here about Crocs and Alligators :O 
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"&lt;i&gt;they are an ancient lineage, and are believed to have changed little since the time of the dinosaurs. They are believed to be 200 million years old whereas dinosaurs became extinct 65 million years ago; crocodiles survived great extinction events&lt;/i&gt;" 
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actually I know about it when I watched discovery channel (&lt;i&gt;again obsessed&lt;/i&gt;) long long time ago when I was like 14 or something.. wanted to write myself but don't know the right word to say.
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So I googled it out and found it lo in wikipedia. Internet save the day again xD
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There’s also the porcupine almost miss this one.
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&lt;center&gt;Cute to see... Bad to hold&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;God... almost like a &lt;i&gt;cicak&lt;/i&gt; leh&lt;/center&gt;
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Finally out of the swamp full of sleeping reptiles and porcupine! And in front of me was a big cage. For only one small monkey -.- ...actually at first I thought it was a baboon but baboon mostly will scratch their butt and have colorful ugly face ._. but this one look so ordinary and sorry I didn’t took a picture because it was trying so hard walking here and there showing off to me and Sarah how awesome it walks &lt;i&gt;konon&lt;/i&gt;. -_-
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&lt;center&gt;Yeah like who be stupid enough to want to hold a monkey before even reading the sign&lt;/center&gt;
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Then something shocked me! When I look up it was-
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&lt;center&gt;A freaking giant cardboard bat. Whoever made this sure like to scare visitors -.- geez .I'm not scared just shock only.. maybe a little scared la o_o"&lt;/center&gt;
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I thought there would be bats but all I see are owls.
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&lt;center&gt;It's right in the middle&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Si4TBKIG1sI/AAAAAAAAB40/zoRZUpYTI6Y/s1600-h/sarawak+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Si4TBKIG1sI/AAAAAAAAB40/zoRZUpYTI6Y/s400/sarawak+147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345230718354511554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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I know you guys might not be wondering but I make you wonder only la! Ever wonder where my mom and auntie were? well the answer is that they were walking by themselves while me and Sarah go by ourselves also but Sarah this... =_= like to wander off until in the other end... saw her looking at the monkey.
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Sometimes I can be pretty protective &gt;_&gt; if I think “&lt;i&gt;where’s Sarah?&lt;/i&gt;” my first thought will be “&lt;i&gt;Holy shit she must be eaten by the crocodiles!!&lt;/i&gt;” but she’s not sometime can worried for my mom and auntie too -.- omgosh like they’re like old people for christ sake! (even if auntie know how to drive a pretty good looking car :O vios oh!). 
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Game time! I spy with my ‘chinese-looking-eyes’ are fat, hairy and smelly! and No! it’s not human ^__^ lol. 
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Catch it on in part 3 soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4835604983921788466?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4835604983921788466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/crocodile-farm-p2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4835604983921788466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4835604983921788466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/crocodile-farm-p2.html' title='Crocodile Farm - p2'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Si4ShSawCZI/AAAAAAAAB4M/qNE6rfSJh9w/s72-c/sarawak+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-2155812329833564402</id><published>2009-06-02T23:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:23:00.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Crocodile Farm</title><content type='html'>Yay! I’m now in Crocodile Farm! :D . And again 14 and above is adult and still have to pay extra -_- . Oh yeah I wont be uploading a lot of picture in here if want to see more just go to one of my profiles.
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&lt;center&gt;Here’s my &lt;i&gt;ticket&lt;/i&gt; to go in yo :D&lt;/center&gt;
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Lol, when I first step in I thought Crocodile farm was just for crocodile but when I look around there are also different kind of animal even Sarah was also surprise and start making joke about it. Sure I saw some crocs :] they were long and fat :O and the water so damn dirty!
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&lt;center&gt;Where’s the croc? :D&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Swimming in their own poo&lt;/center&gt;
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So after them I saw other kind of animal like the otter.
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&lt;center&gt;Cute little otter! :O even cuter when I see them taking a leaf and put it in their mouth while running inside the small little house of theirs! Argh! xD&lt;/center&gt;
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Then I saw an Eagle. I think the eagle was the funny one.
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&lt;center&gt;Just stand still... the bird like taking picture wei! xD LOL&lt;/center&gt;
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Here's a comic about the eagle :] 
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After that I saw a bear :O can't tell what kind of it though but it's a black bear :] looks pretty harmless.. &gt;_&gt; but we can't judge anything by it's cover especially a bear.
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How the hell little kids suppose to see it? Sit on their father's back? what if they suddenly fell in? better they make a glass wall or something so it be easier =_= I like have to climb on something just to see them. &lt;i&gt;Sudahlah&lt;/i&gt; I short.. even if I wore a 1 inch shoe that time I still couldn't see the bear for to long haiyo lol lucky my camera didn't shake when I took it.
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Ohh! there's a adorable monkey! :D 
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The monkey kept on making noises as if it really want to get out. Well... from the looks of the picture like it really does. I feel sorry for the monkey though but it's for that monkey's own good or else it will end up like the 'Bear Cat'.
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When I say Bear Cat I meant it. A half bear and a half cat.
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&lt;center&gt;There it is a Bear Cat.. climbs like a bear xD and looks like a cat&lt;/center&gt;
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It was so cute but look so dangerous a bit. O.o look at it's left cheek.. something attack it real bad and for that I really really felt sorry for it T_T lucky the people there save it before anything happen to it. Did you know that this Bear Cat goes Meow? xD I'm serious. Haha. Then we met the ostricth.
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&lt;center&gt;This is my first time ever being near an ostritch and the hell?? is this how they look like when close up? O.o&lt;/center&gt;
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So people you ready to see more crocs?! :D wait for part 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-2155812329833564402?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/2155812329833564402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/crocodile-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2155812329833564402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2155812329833564402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/crocodile-farm.html' title='Crocodile Farm'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Siv7-tP3o3I/AAAAAAAAB28/I9pPu1HQs_Q/s72-c/sarawak+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3830186913066881535</id><published>2009-06-02T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:24:30.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4 at Sarawak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Lousy Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I look so damn ugly in the morning. -_- .
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Hey guys so today will be my last day being here in Kuching. Tonight at 10pm whatever... going to the airport wanted to head back to Sabah already (finally). So auntie bringing us to see the crocodiles in Crocodile Farm which I am so excited because I’m going to see real life crocs :] .
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First we went to this lousy place called Grace Place for breakfast. Really the place is so lousy one. The services very terrible no wonder not many people go there. 
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As usual I ordered my favorite fried Kueh Teow but it came out really unexpected.
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What the hell? When the person asks me if I want chili or tomato so I told her I wan tomato. I never knew that they would make it look like a soup in my Kueh Teow. The food I give it a 2/5 and why? Because I said fried not wet! =_=
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Then when we want to go out already (that time the car already want to drove off) one of the auntie that work there stop my auntie’s car in the middle of the road (so &lt;i&gt;chi sin&lt;/i&gt; that auntie suddenly go in the road just to stop us). She said that we need to pay her rm3 again. Wtf man?? I was in a bad mood knowing that their service is so lousy so why must pay again?
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Not to be rude with you people but if you ever see this place please don’t go in. Later you come out very annoyed that. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3830186913066881535?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3830186913066881535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/lousy-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3830186913066881535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3830186913066881535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/lousy-breakfast.html' title='Lousy Breakfast'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sivg2asZ1_I/AAAAAAAAB2U/bhtKEezs4UI/s72-c/sarawak+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3868300493997816355</id><published>2009-06-01T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:24:17.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Lapis Cake</title><content type='html'>Got read my last post mah? I promised to show you guys when I was going to this Lapis Cake shop in the other side of the river.
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&lt;center&gt;Freaking Hell!! I’m like riding a boat…!!&lt;/center&gt;
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I’m scared of water especially dirty deep water. 
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&lt;span style="color:#08088A"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auntie&lt;/b&gt;: We should ride a boat to get there...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FA58AC"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; *&lt;i&gt;scared and almost tremble&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; 
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At last we made it to the other side. We could however use a car to go there but still the shorter way is using a boat. 
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&lt;center&gt;Took this when I already from the other side.&lt;/center&gt;
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Never knew we have to like walk there again -_- it was freaking far la. If have a car or a bike probably made it there like 5 minute already. 
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&lt;Center&gt;so there it is the place where Kek Lapis were born&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Who would thought that this famous cake could be here in this kind of place lol&lt;/center&gt;
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So this woman named is Dayang Salhah. I have no idea how she looks like when I was already stepping in and also I never even ask the people if I could see her. Never mind also :] they got tester of their latest work and it was great! 
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Tasted so so so delicious hor :O not like the one in Sabah or Peninsular... oh my gosh then from the moment the cake was in my mouth I realize that this is how it should taste like o.o not too sweet but just right :D .
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&lt;center&gt;Seriously it’s like your going in someone house and they offering you food xD&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;I like the way they done this... so colorful&lt;/center&gt;
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And here is all the Lapis Cake that is going on sale. My mom so &lt;i&gt;degil&lt;/i&gt; -_- I want the chocolate but she didn’t get the chocolate! =_= . Rm10 for each oh :] to me I think that’s a good price already la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3868300493997816355?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3868300493997816355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/lapis-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3868300493997816355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3868300493997816355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/lapis-cake.html' title='Lapis Cake'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sis1a42450I/AAAAAAAAB1c/aScdOPCrkjA/s72-c/sarawak+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-895581503676411970</id><published>2009-06-01T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:25:51.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Jalan-Jalan in Kuching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SinPf3PoKgI/AAAAAAAABzs/qDRaf7ALDBQ/s1600-h/sarawak+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SinPf3PoKgI/AAAAAAAABzs/qDRaf7ALDBQ/s400/sarawak+101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344030579164195330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Kuc&lt;s&gt;h&lt;/s&gt;ing(&lt;i&gt;cat&lt;/i&gt;) goes Meow Meow and SHHHEHEHH!!! *scratch*&lt;/center&gt;
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Well... to me Kuching &lt;i&gt;boleh2&lt;/i&gt; la for me, I cannot underestimate Sarawak anymore. I find stuff that can’t be found in Sabah and also some already have in Sabah. Even weirder... prices there a bit cheap hor. There’s this gothic hat I found was so cute and I really want it, it cost only rm75.99 but due to my mom &gt;_&gt; &lt;i&gt;bebel&lt;/i&gt; a lot I like have to forcefully not buying it T_T. 
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You think Sabah got this good bargain meh?? But the hat can only be found in Cindy at &lt;a href="http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Spring&lt;/a&gt; there. So anyway, from my last post I was in the restaurant and after that I wanted to roam around inside Sarawak Plaza.
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&lt;center&gt;Shyt forget to show you what mall that I was in. Here you will find the buffet there :] so if you see this mall go in k?! :D if don’t want also can&lt;/center&gt;
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In the mall when I passed some random shops I saw an old lady and an old guy holding hands.
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&lt;Center&gt;I think it’s cute leh~&lt;/center&gt;
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:] they’re love is still moving on. Oh and I saw something that probably make Ben from Ben 10 cry la!
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&lt;center&gt;Ben is way cuter than this la! =_= why they mess up Ben’s face like this! NOO!&lt;/center&gt;
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Freaking people my favorite cartoon show they have to corrupt his cute face, haiz. So then I saw a CD shop full with anime merchandise and CD’s/DVD’s. 
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&lt;center&gt;A bit small la the place but believe me when I say that they have a lot! ^_^&lt;/center&gt;
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I saw La cordo Doro’s CD! And it’s not anime but real people acting as them omgosh!! :O why the hell didn’t I buy it?! Stupid me! &gt;_&lt; *hits head on the table*.  in the shop I bought this.
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&lt;center&gt;For lovers :] I will give to that special person if he deserves it&lt;/center&gt;
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Don’t forget to catch my next place to visit leh. Going to go to this shops from the other side of the river just to buy &lt;b&gt;Kek Lapis&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Lapis Cake&lt;/i&gt;). Be inform that I’m stepping in a place where Kek Lapis been first discovered hor. (&lt;i&gt;can’t believe it started in Sarawak &gt;_&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)
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By the way here's a picture of Waterfront in Kuching.
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They only open at night leh. So long they put the table o.o right? if in KK the waterfront not like this (&lt;i&gt;even if clean&lt;/i&gt;) but still more nicer than this one! :] (&lt;i&gt;even if KK's one is small &gt;_&gt; lol&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-895581503676411970?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/895581503676411970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/hartz-chicken-buffet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/895581503676411970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/895581503676411970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/hartz-chicken-buffet.html' title='Jalan-Jalan in Kuching'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SinPf3PoKgI/AAAAAAAABzs/qDRaf7ALDBQ/s72-c/sarawak+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-2779672902451995537</id><published>2009-06-01T21:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:27:10.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Hartz Chicken Buffet</title><content type='html'>A great place to dine with family or friends :]
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&lt;center&gt;Ignore the KFC.. the reflection somehow &lt;i&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt; it oh&lt;/center&gt;
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This place is so awesome leh :D at first I want to eat at KFC but my aunt and mom want to go here so can't complain lo. Pictures is prohibited here only when it already on your table then you could take. Here are some pictures that not suppose to be taken but I want to be naughty and show you anyway.
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Everything here is self service so you don't have to count on the workers there to give you less or more ;]
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The guy that works there told me not to take but I guess he was to late hehe ;] . God I'm so evil~! xD (&lt;i&gt;konon&lt;/i&gt;) Here is what I select xD .
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&lt;center&gt;The food is so good oh! But next time D: never ever I want to eat a spicy chicken again -_- I hate ultraly spicy food..&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;There's dessert too and it's my second fav! ^_^ chocolate!&lt;/center&gt;
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And the best thing is that whatever you take is unlimited.. how many round also you wont have to pay extra uncluding the drinks hor! :D . Rm17.70 per entry I even calculated it .
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&lt;center&gt;Since there's 4 people they should pay rm70.80 owh&lt;/center&gt;
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Sarah is not adult la! D: but in Sarawak they say 14 above already adult and have to pay extra -_- same goes when I go to &lt;a href="http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultural-village-in-sarawak.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cultural Village&lt;/a&gt;. The food so good I just got to go for another round! :D
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&lt;Center&gt;Too bad didn't finish it though :/&lt;/center&gt;
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KUCHING GOT &lt;b&gt;CENTREPOINT&lt;/b&gt;!
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&lt;center&gt;And it looks so lousy 1! that what my auntie say xD&lt;/center&gt;
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Definitely not like the one in Sabah. :] if only KK one day got HCB also :O can go eat eat with friends! :D
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&lt;b&gt;PS for the faggots&lt;/b&gt;: Please -.- I freaking lazy to write properly in english ok? stop telling me to write properly. This isn't your blog! is this your blog?! then just shut up la hoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-2779672902451995537?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/2779672902451995537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/hartz-chicken-buffet_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2779672902451995537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2779672902451995537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/hartz-chicken-buffet_01.html' title='Hartz Chicken Buffet'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SioLprwO1KI/AAAAAAAAB00/1fqIB41tyzM/s72-c/sarawak+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6915198982865849005</id><published>2009-06-01T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:28:37.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Cultural Village in Sarawak - p3</title><content type='html'>So off to Rumah Melayu.
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Before going in everyone have to remove their slippers or shoes. So boring inside -_- all I see is &lt;i&gt;Congkak&lt;/i&gt; in the middle. Near the open windows are some chairs and tables from the past.
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&lt;center&gt;Sarah play with &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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Then went to the other rooms and saw a yellow bed :O . I don’t want to sleep on a bed that is yellow or gold =_= hurts my eyes when waking up. Anyway, I want to go upstairs but Sarah said there’s nothing there so whatever lar. But my legs hurts :( so never mind I guess. 
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So in the kitchen were some people selling food and drinks… nothing interesting also. So go to another place lar. The other place we went was a Chinese place ;] . 
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&lt;center&gt;Chinese Farm House.. where people makes brooch, pepper... birds nest processing&lt;/center&gt;
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You know I heard many things about Chinese like making fake things. But in China should be a lot of none original things... original la but like copying things like that bah. I still remember my art teacher said that ‘we should not buy anything that made from China because he knows it wont last long’. 
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I remember that till now. &gt;_&gt; . The only thing they good at making (&lt;i&gt;that’s original&lt;/i&gt;) is medicine. 
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&lt;center&gt;When mom’s spinning this thing -_- she talks about when she was little that she use to used this for making Padi or something&lt;/center&gt;
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I’m sure a lot of people that is Buddhist should have this. But smaller ;p and sometimes just a statue of a golden fat guy (&lt;i&gt;*bows* sorry if that’s offending you... but we can’t hide from the truth also&lt;/i&gt;)
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Then went out and go to another place lo. Saw some students from some school... but I don’t know if they just tourist or student &gt;_&gt; a lot them were little kids. 
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They were resting under the huge tree :O because its cold underneath :] I would know -_-... like duh! I was there~ and hehe... some even look so cute xD .
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At last we back near the entrance. Before going back home we went in the souvenir shop. Pictures not allowed inside FYI . There are still 2 houses we haven’t gone yet. But have to skip since everyone’s leg was hurting except for auntie :] she likes being our tour guide hor.
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I feel kinda sad oh ): auntie really want us to see more and I think she might be a bit upset for not letting us see the other places inside. But never mind soon she forgets &lt;i&gt;juga&lt;/i&gt; that ;]
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&lt;center&gt;The place big hor!&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Camwhore while waiting for my sister to finish buying in the shop&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Not bad the scenery wei.. taken in Cultural Park.. remember this place if you ever wanted to visit Sarawak ;]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6915198982865849005?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6915198982865849005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultural-village-in-sarawak-p3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6915198982865849005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6915198982865849005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultural-village-in-sarawak-p3.html' title='Cultural Village in Sarawak - p3'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sij1Cw5SRqI/AAAAAAAABxE/3yvpIYFqQPA/s72-c/sarawak+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6570773375612930121</id><published>2009-06-01T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:29:33.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Cultural Village in Sarawak - p2</title><content type='html'>After watching they perform. There’s someone making tattoos downstairs so we went to take a look. 
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&lt;center&gt;Normal permanent marker pens&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Sarah getting a tattoo&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;It symbolize 'head hunter' (&lt;i&gt;I think&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;
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So we walk until we reach to the Ulu House.
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&lt;center&gt;This is a Ulu House&lt;/center&gt;
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Everything look so old~ didn’t felt like taking any of em... except for this one. Here’s a video.
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&lt;center&gt;I know it's a very lousy video xD&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;And here are the thing to &lt;i&gt;hantam&lt;/i&gt; the Padi&lt;/center&gt;
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Going down was the scarier part. I hate small staircase &lt;i&gt;sudahla&lt;/i&gt; I scare of heights -.- ... 
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&lt;center&gt;These are the stranger I just &lt;i&gt;main2&lt;/i&gt; take. &lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Passing through to Rumah Bidayuh didn’t went in haiz :(&lt;/center&gt;
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It’s very damn hot! So next we went to Melanau Tall House... 
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seriously it’s tall and with more thin staircase =_=
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All I see around me is just junk. Old junk.. so don’t bother taken em lar only a few.
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&lt;center&gt;This is how people from the past sleeps... on the floor.&lt;/center&gt;
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Going to the top is easy... but down not so much. Saw a bed with some old things that I don’t actually know what they use for. Sorry... I got problem with histories.
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&lt;center&gt;So small the bed… I don’t know if it’s comfortable oh.&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Looking at it make me feel like touching it but don’t want xD afraid the ghost of the past will hunt me lol&lt;/center&gt;
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There's still part 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6570773375612930121?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6570773375612930121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultural-village-in-sarawak-p2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6570773375612930121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6570773375612930121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultural-village-in-sarawak-p2.html' title='Cultural Village in Sarawak - p2'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SiZ5usbcwlI/AAAAAAAABuk/ynhG5kB0uko/s72-c/sarawak+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4822818325957770915</id><published>2009-06-01T17:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:54:52.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Cultural Village in Sarawak</title><content type='html'>We’re visiting the cultural village today :] 
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&lt;centeR&gt;Entrance&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Sticker pass.. I sticked it on my left side that has a symbol on it :D n cool it's the same roundness &lt;i&gt;konon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Wood that being carved into weird looking things!&lt;/center&gt;
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It was a hot day! Errgh! If only I had something to tie my hair up. So anyway we first went to this place where people performing some traditional dance since it’s Gawai that day. Lucky we arrived before they even start :]
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&lt;center&gt;So here is where they’ll be performing :]&lt;/center&gt;
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I don’t know the names of the dances that these people perform but I guess it’s kinda unique lo :] 
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&lt;center&gt;I like the thing on their heads :D must be pretty heavy&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;I was like behind the cameraman lol.&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;The four male dancers&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;I like this shot leh! :D&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;This one kinda look almost like mix with Malay oh&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;That guy is like climbing on to the top&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Actually he spins using his stomach on top of that stick! :O but I took a picture of him when he stops already&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Here is the guy who like blows dart out&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Then the dancers come in while he gets ready at something... (&lt;i&gt;I’m a bad tour guide until I have no idea what to say xD&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;
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So okay lar that’s all you see them performing :] there’s a video here if you want to see all of their dance. But it’s not taken fully lar. If I take until they finish surely I have no space for some other pictures in my camera so better take all half half :].
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There' still more so wait for the other parts :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4822818325957770915?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4822818325957770915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultural-village-in-sarawak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4822818325957770915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4822818325957770915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/cultural-village-in-sarawak.html' title='Cultural Village in Sarawak'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SvK4dnnPDBI/AAAAAAAACVU/EtCGpde0Mdg/s72-c/sarawak+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-5980657644709875071</id><published>2009-05-31T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:26:12.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>The Spring - p2</title><content type='html'>I saw a book store and wanted to see inside. 
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There’s nothing interesting there. Don’t feel in a reading mood... then after that my sis went to Parkson then to another shop just to find clothes for her. My feet that time hurts :( so I sat down lar. God long time I never &lt;i&gt;jalan2&lt;/i&gt; that’s why @.@ .
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Okay, so moving on. Then we head to Starbucks because I’m so damn thirsty and this is my first time going in :] .
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&lt;center&gt;Ordered the vanilla blended thingy... I don’t know just Sarah was ordering it for me since I got no energy to order myself. Then I ordered something to eat also.&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Beef Pie. Tasty :D&lt;/center&gt;
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So Starbucks is the place I spend my money lar :] . So mom called saying where we were. At that time we already out from Starbucks then we tried finding her and auntie in the 2nd floor. At that time I start being selfish and I hate myself for it :( . Sorry mom I still love you bah. Anyway, we all went to the 1st floor to buy some grocery and then I saw...
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&lt;center&gt;Magic Bite. I didn’t get the chance to taste this one because mom didn’t buy lar. So whatever lar.. don’t care also :p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5980657644709875071?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5980657644709875071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-p2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5980657644709875071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5980657644709875071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-p2.html' title='The Spring - p2'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SvJdWa-zv6I/AAAAAAAACR0/tb1W9tefSh4/s72-c/sarawak+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-7243784655365302393</id><published>2009-05-31T05:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:11:06.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>The Spring</title><content type='html'>So after staying in that neighbourhood for 'I don't know how long'. Auntie decided to take us to this shopping mall 'The Spring'.
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Actually Sarah wanted to buy some stuff for her friends and mostly for herself. So auntie was kind enough to take us shopping lar :] while using mommy's money of course xD . 
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&lt;center&gt;Nice also.. :O &lt;i&gt;boleh tahan juga Sarawak&lt;/i&gt; lol&lt;/center&gt; 
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My Aunt said that this is like the only modern shopping mall in Sarawak.. or was it Kuching? O.o I forgot but also don't care -_- I'm not going to live here wat. Some stuff there are cheap compare to KK and KL. But not everything there is cheap.. haiz~. Anyway, my mom and auntie wanted to take a break while me and Sarah really want to see more of the place inside the mall. 
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So mom gave us each rm100 :] to spend it on but not to much or else not enough -.- . While they rest inside the Big Apple the first place me and Sarah go was the 2nd floor. The first that caught my eye was this stall in the middle :O .
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&lt;Center&gt;Got real cute stuff owh. But I didn't buy even if I really want it. I guess I don't know what to use it for...&lt;/center&gt;
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Then in this shop called..
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&lt;center&gt;Memory Lane&lt;/centeR&gt;
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Again.. I really want this bunny pirate inside :O and didn't even buy it =/ and I don't know why also -.- I got the money but didn't even go and try pampered myself, lol. So whatever lar :] since I'm not buying anything I just go window shopping or just looking around. There's this Toy shop called Wonder Toys..? 
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&lt;center&gt;The counter cute also lar :D&lt;/center&gt;
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Well so yeah xD got many interesting toys including the one you all firmiliar of as well :]
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&lt;centeR&gt;Sarah and the monster in Monster Inc. I forgot the name lol&lt;/center&gt;
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Wait for part 2 :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-7243784655365302393?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/7243784655365302393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7243784655365302393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7243784655365302393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring.html' title='The Spring'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SvJjFoxnNxI/AAAAAAAACSk/bwTDcVOxeXU/s72-c/sarawak+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4638797967587633867</id><published>2009-05-31T05:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:36:25.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Flowery Mood - p2</title><content type='html'>Here's my part 2 :] . Sorry for not talking much like I use too. I don't know what to talk about about flowers or whatever just that they are so lovely to see xD
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Among all...
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This is my favorite :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4638797967587633867?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4638797967587633867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/flowery-mood-p2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4638797967587633867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4638797967587633867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/flowery-mood-p2.html' title='Flowery Mood - p2'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SiWU1WLlfyI/AAAAAAAABqU/1xGI4IZadHE/s72-c/sarawak+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4370496199694324825</id><published>2009-05-31T04:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:34:00.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Flowery Mood</title><content type='html'>Is it nice? I took it all by myself when I was in the park :] saw em and felt like testing my photography skill xD . If still noob.. well hope can improve oh. A better camera quality make everything so pretty :] . But my camera just so cheap hor.
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Oh... and don't ask me what kind of flower are they.. although I may know some I still don't know much. If want to see more there's a few more in my part 2 :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4370496199694324825?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4370496199694324825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowery-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4370496199694324825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4370496199694324825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowery-mood.html' title='Flowery Mood'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SiWSn-EYkfI/AAAAAAAABp0/BuU-pvIJQYs/s72-c/sarawak+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-2078146051720222544</id><published>2009-05-31T04:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:37:32.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Just a visit</title><content type='html'>We went to auntie’s friend’s house but I don’t know the name of the neighborhood since I never been to Sarawak before. So after picking up auntie’s friend we head to church.. again I’m not in a spiritual mood but in this church I like have to be to how I’m not an outcast. 
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Honestly, this church is very... well I don’t want to describe how weird it is beside for it being modern and all.. like with the air-con, with the nice robe that the altar boys were wearing.. and whatever. I don’t know why I’m saying this but this church cannot beat Stella Maris church -.- . 
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At least SM church choir can knock this choir out. Anyway, church ended then head back to my auntie friend’s place for relax lar. The stupid thing is that I don’t like is when my mum brag with the other people! =_=
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My mom starts bragging to them that my sister and I can speak Chinese just to impress them since they are Chinese people too. Well only my sister can speak but not me just I’m happy I could understand half of what of them saying when they tell me something. It’s just hard how people like talking to me in Chinese just because I look like one -.- .
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I like have to get out! D: I can’t take it inside!! So I told Sarah to go out with me. I saw pretty flowers outside their house so I took a quick snapshot. 
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Please don’t ask me what kind of flowers they are. I just took it because it looks so damn pretty hor! Lol. Next is me and my sister wanted to go to the park nearby. So we did go without telling our mom. But it’s okie, our mom wont mind and beside if she want to find us she can always text or call. 
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Btw~ hope you all &lt;b&gt;realize&lt;/b&gt; that I didn't edit any pictures :] so that only for now lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-2078146051720222544?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/2078146051720222544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-walk-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2078146051720222544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2078146051720222544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-walk-walk.html' title='Just a visit'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SiWOx5fQbKI/AAAAAAAABpM/h7bqK1RpFbE/s72-c/sarawak+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-1383501191550279997</id><published>2009-05-30T04:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:02:46.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1 at Sarawak'/><title type='text'>To Kuching here I go</title><content type='html'>We were eating at KFC before boarding the plane to Sarawak. 
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Really hurt lar my head. Why even I bother want to go. But then again it’s even boring staying at home so go Sarawak lor. At home we weren’t actually in a rush :] 
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Me: Mom, which should I bring? The big hair dryer or the small one?
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&lt;br&gt;Me: Okay… *&lt;i&gt;think for a few second and put the big hair dryer in the luggage&lt;/i&gt;*
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We’re not staying in a hotel just in my mom’s friend’s house. When we arrived the first thing I like was the auntie’s dog. So cute!
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Her name is Dolly. Maybe it’s because of her round cherry eyes that auntie name her that :] . Sarah and I sleep in one room while mom sleeps with auntie in the other side. I was really shy being around auntie but somehow it felt okay a bit. I don’t know why. I guess I’m use to being with simple people than the people who are mostly into ‘now’ if you know what I mean.
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So tomorrow we’re going to church for Pentecost then after that don’t know where have to wait and see ;] .
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&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; My camera batteries are dead! That’s why you don’t see much picture today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-1383501191550279997?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/1383501191550279997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-kuching-here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1383501191550279997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1383501191550279997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-kuching-here-i-go.html' title='To Kuching here I go'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SiWNLCZYLkI/AAAAAAAABok/Y4bNijPaiPA/s72-c/sarawak+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3529983352388675875</id><published>2009-05-24T16:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:37:10.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love funny'/><title type='text'>When swine flu attack</title><content type='html'>Again! was talking with my awesome friend from Canada and you should know he's name is Andrew :] (&lt;i&gt;I just like him so much, he's such an awesome friend..always know what to do and to say :D&lt;/i&gt;) . He got another weird ideas and I think you might be amuse too. 
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This was like a long time ago conversation with him but there's nothing interesting to post about now so I went through my folders and found these :] . Felt like showing em today.
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Hahaha xD Silly Andrew.. what silly thing he gonna say next time ? :]
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&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; Although this is off topic but... I wanna stop waiting for him. Wanna start being single again. :] I was so desperate want a couple but now i'm retiring. ^-^ so hope I make it through. Gamebate for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3529983352388675875?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3529983352388675875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-swine-flu-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3529983352388675875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3529983352388675875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-swine-flu-attack.html' title='When swine flu attack'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/ShkINGbTOWI/AAAAAAAABn0/7bEa_oMpLsI/s72-c/fs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-7349334439233717772</id><published>2009-05-22T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:10:48.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>Crap =__=</title><content type='html'>Oh shyt! D: my pendrive is crap! This shows I really need a new pendrive and also laptop! :( Dumb laptop everyone keep on using it until over and over have to clean because to much virus! D: not just that the broadband is somehow a bit &lt;i&gt;rosak&lt;/i&gt; and I can’t explain why. &gt;___&gt; 
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All my picture of when I was in KL and also videos that I haven’t got the chance to paste it in this laptop before I format it in my pendrive already gone lar! (&lt;I&gt;and I know it’s my choice to delete but still I want to keep some just in case bah&lt;/i&gt;) T___T . Memories gone.. and in my KL post already la I deleted &gt;___&gt; now I can’t look it back anymore… this is tooo sad… T___T at least I got my sticker la. Haiz, so &lt;i&gt;susah2&lt;/i&gt; to took it ya know. D: 
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I’m very very pissed!! &gt;:( . Like want to kill someone. ISH! Next time when I already got my new laptop I don’t want to share it with anyone I put password next time! D: Fuck them those stupid people that use my laptop without taking good care of it! 
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Sigh, never mind la I make sure I make extra fun than the last time! I make sure of it so I wont have to feel regret like now! T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-7349334439233717772?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/7349334439233717772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7349334439233717772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7349334439233717772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/crap.html' title='Crap =__='/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p153/SheardOssiriand/emoticons/th_emoticon-stress.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-2270888871970424931</id><published>2009-05-19T09:46:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:41:17.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service'/><title type='text'>Going to Camp Princess</title><content type='html'>Yeah.... National Service. The letter finally arrived =___= . Waited for like months and months and finally today it came!! 
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&lt;center&gt;Could you read clearly? They wrote it there I'm heading to Selangor on the 16 June ;)&lt;/center&gt;
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Princess Haliza, Sepang (&lt;i&gt;Selangor&lt;/i&gt;). What are the odd with my Camp being named Princess :] for sure it should be rough hor. And who is this Princess Haliza? -___- ah~ whatever lar as long as I am far away from my evil siblings then okay but it's hard leavin Milky though T^T. But still I have to like go check up in a clinic or hospital.. don't know if free or not.. beside who cares also my daddy pharmasist ;] can get free check up with his worker friends there.
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Wow do I sound a bit pampered today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-2270888871970424931?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/2270888871970424931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-camp-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2270888871970424931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2270888871970424931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-camp-princess.html' title='Going to Camp Princess'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/ShJayRj0nDI/AAAAAAAABns/dOfg7s1NEZQ/s72-c/fdd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3614293791286656662</id><published>2009-05-16T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:42:47.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>My Fruits Sketches</title><content type='html'>Since my broke up for the 100000000 times.. &gt;___&gt; I need to release my tention. So I should practise my sketching la. Here it is.
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sg6zbW32-2I/AAAAAAAABl8/6Of0-zUmg1o/s1600-h/DSCN0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sg6zbW32-2I/AAAAAAAABl8/6Of0-zUmg1o/s400/DSCN0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336399891058326370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;First you can &lt;i&gt;hantam2&lt;/i&gt; draw&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Then I start sketching like this&lt;/center&gt;
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I wanted to edit using Photoshop but still that stupid computer downstairs havent repaired =__= . 
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&lt;b&gt;CURRENT MOOD&lt;/b&gt; : Being Sad Like A Piece Of Shyt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3614293791286656662?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3614293791286656662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fruits-sketches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3614293791286656662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3614293791286656662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fruits-sketches.html' title='My Fruits Sketches'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sg6zbW32-2I/AAAAAAAABl8/6Of0-zUmg1o/s72-c/DSCN0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-1422595557868239702</id><published>2009-05-15T01:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:08:28.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>My newest fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgxYVzla82I/AAAAAAAABlc/n27rC66rznc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgxYVzla82I/AAAAAAAABlc/n27rC66rznc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335736790174856034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;
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I loved you more than I have ever known,
&lt;br&gt;Those starry eyes,
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&lt;br&gt;You made my heart melt,
&lt;br&gt;Then boil into a roaring fire,
&lt;br&gt;I now know,
&lt;br&gt;What my eyes could not see,
&lt;br&gt;You are the only one that is for me,
&lt;br&gt;Many nights those tears flew,
&lt;br&gt;Being myself without anyone,
&lt;br&gt;Anyone to care about the thoughts,
&lt;br&gt;Looking at the sky and knowing,
&lt;br&gt;Many mistakes I had,
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No more playing around. I'm now taking relationship seriously but for now I'm going to stay single until I found the right one. Although your still in my mind and heart I will without a doubt will love you no matter what. I hope you remember me too :( . I still keep our picture together and your clothe. I would not throw it away because if I do I might lose the other half of me. Even if you throw my stuff that been given to you. I don't mind.. it's just money.. worthless money.. but to you.. you're priceless to me. So I wait until the day that maybe we can still be together.
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If not... then I leave the rest to God. I can't believe you cant see that I really love you. I must sounded desperate huh? If you want to know.. Love makes me this way! D: and because of Love.. it made me realise that your the one for me.. I missed you. I need you. But I just cant force you. I'm sorry.... :[ I must be a bad GF when I was with you. I wish I go eat dog poo and then go kill myself. 
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Sigh, I hate sounded dramatic and also symphatetic. T__T you cant even tell if I'm really crying now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-1422595557868239702?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/1422595557868239702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-newest-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1422595557868239702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1422595557868239702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-newest-fear.html' title='My newest fear'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgxYVzla82I/AAAAAAAABlc/n27rC66rznc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-5219428357074754198</id><published>2009-05-14T21:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:47:11.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Beauty around the world</title><content type='html'>Was watching Oprah with my mum. First I want to go to her room and take a shower in her bathroom and suddenly Oprah was on. It shows how woman around the world define beauty or something so I watched it a little while la (&lt;i&gt;when actually I was watching until it was finish&lt;/i&gt;). Please go check in Oprah.com to see more. So here is what I found that is interesting there are others but doesn't really caught my eye ya know :] lol.
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&lt;h2&gt;JAPAN&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sg7G7U5A8OI/AAAAAAAABmE/bLBEErDFp8s/s1600-h/20081024_tows_beauty2_350x263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sg7G7U5A8OI/AAAAAAAABmE/bLBEErDFp8s/s400/20081024_tows_beauty2_350x263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336421331003044066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

A beauty expert from Japan Miki Okae believe that eating collagen-rich beef tendons is a regular part of her beauty routine and can make the skin smooth and fair. So dont be using collagen or Botox everyone :] lol.
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This one is about the hair. Straight hair is considered "the norm," and therefore, more attractive.. now people at Malaysia also want to do the same. Lol even those ugly pilak &gt;___&gt; .. yuck! blek!
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&lt;h2&gt;Burma and Thailand&lt;/h2&gt;
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Kayan tribe begin their beauty rituals at a young age. At just 5 years old, girls start wearing brass rings around their necks, a ritual that's centuries old. As they grow older, more rings are added, and eventually, their necks start to look elongated, giving them a giraffe-like appearance. For these women, the shiny brass rings are the ultimate sign of female elegance and status. Some neck pieces can weigh up to 22 pounds.
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So if taking off those rings one of the tribe said that they would look ugly or something lol...
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&lt;h2&gt;New Zealand&lt;/h2&gt;
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These indigenous people, who are of Polynesian descent, believe women are more attractive when their lips and chins are tattooed. A woman with full, blue lips is considered the most beautiful and desirable.
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&lt;h2&gt;Southern Ethiopia&lt;/h2&gt;
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Beauty is literally skin deep. During childhood, girls allow their elders to cut scars onto their stomachs.
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"The main reason for my scars is to attract a male that will give me joy, because I will be beautiful and hopefully get a husband," says one girl during her Taboo interview.
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Once a Karo girl has received the last of her scars, she's allowed to marry and have children.
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&lt;h2&gt;Indonesia&lt;/h2&gt;
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Irma lives in Jakarta, Indonesia, and says women in her country have a solution to getting their shape back after giving birth. She says women will wrap fabric called a stagen, which is 65 feet long, around the body to bind the women's belly.   
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"It is a bit painful, but I think what it does is to give the pressure to our womb to get back into the normal size," Irma says.
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&lt;h2&gt;Iran - Muslim Country&lt;/h2&gt;
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I summarize a little here. In Iran the woman there cover all their body except their faces because they want to let man see the beauty of their faces and not the body. Since they really wanted to let everyone see their faces so much woman there even went surgery to make their nose look nice. (&lt;i&gt;I hate surgery&lt;/i&gt;)
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&lt;h2&gt;Mauritania&lt;/h2&gt;
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Being fat is sexy in this country. Oh it's true I even shock hearing it. Man are attracted to fat woman there. The picture you see there is Houda that grew up in Mauritania. She doesn't look fat because she is on a diet, her mother even shocked hearing her say that because the mother afraid she might die being skinny xD lol (&lt;i&gt;Houda only there only to explain what's beautiful in Mauritania&lt;/i&gt;). So anyway, I'm kinda liking this place but no I wont be fat I also want to diet. 
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People in Muaritania said that whenever they look at skinny girls they think that they are sick (&lt;i&gt;like anorexic or something&lt;/i&gt;) not sick as in a bitchy way. Even when your still a little girl they been force to eat a lot of food until one of the girls vormit because they were too full. Oh and there's a very very silly one xD lol.. if any woman in that country just got divorce they will make a party to celebrate. LOL i know right! XD "&lt;i&gt;the more you divorce the more seductive you get&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5219428357074754198?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5219428357074754198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-around-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5219428357074754198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5219428357074754198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-around-world.html' title='Beauty around the world'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sg7G7U5A8OI/AAAAAAAABmE/bLBEErDFp8s/s72-c/20081024_tows_beauty2_350x263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-1490877035799974715</id><published>2009-05-12T19:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:43:28.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QnA'/><title type='text'>How to make Spongebob?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting again for so long because there's nothing interesting to post about. So here what I do on my 'nothing-to-do-day'.
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Here's my 'do-it-yourself' Spongebob.
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SglbdvGOClI/AAAAAAAABjk/85p_Xxm34g8/s1600-h/fds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SglbdvGOClI/AAAAAAAABjk/85p_Xxm34g8/s400/fds.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334895800013949522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Materials&lt;/b&gt; are:
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&lt;br&gt;1. One yellow Sponge 
&lt;br&gt;2. Four ear buds or maybe other kind of stick like toothpick
&lt;br&gt;3. Poster or Color pensil 
&lt;br&gt;4. Scissors
&lt;br&gt;5. Piece of paper 
&lt;br&gt;6. Glue (&lt;i&gt;Any kinds will do but have to be very sticky&lt;/i&gt;)
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sglc2Yk07jI/AAAAAAAABj0/FLONUPWZEt4/s1600-h/cdd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sglc2Yk07jI/AAAAAAAABj0/FLONUPWZEt4/s400/cdd.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334897322976669234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;I'm using this kind of Glue&lt;/center&gt;
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It's so easy... First take a piece of &lt;i&gt;paper&lt;/i&gt; and draw Spongebob's face, arms and legs. Then cut it after you finish drawing. Take your &lt;i&gt;ear buds&lt;/i&gt; and use the scissors to cut the cutton on the edge and then stick it on your paper. It will look something like this.
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sglbd5M752I/AAAAAAAABjs/xVucsJPOqkA/s1600-h/d.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sglbd5M752I/AAAAAAAABjs/xVucsJPOqkA/s400/d.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334895802726475618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Idk what you see in this but I think it looks a lil creepy lol&lt;/center&gt;
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It is wise for you to color it before sticking it if not then it will look very messy. This needs lots of concentration and also patients so don't be hasty (&lt;i&gt;unlike me lol&lt;/i&gt;)
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Sorry for being a bad guide because I'm damn hungry now lol xD that's why too lazy to write properly. So there you go...
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sglgax3TrQI/AAAAAAAABj8/OB0MSQzqxmQ/s1600-h/gr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sglgax3TrQI/AAAAAAAABj8/OB0MSQzqxmQ/s400/gr.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334901246775241986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;centeR&gt;If you see here Spongebob teeth &lt;i&gt;rosak&lt;/i&gt;! LOL.. that's why I said you need patients to do this xD&lt;/center&gt;
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TQ for your time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-1490877035799974715?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/1490877035799974715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-make-spongebob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1490877035799974715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/1490877035799974715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-make-spongebob.html' title='How to make Spongebob?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SglbdvGOClI/AAAAAAAABjk/85p_Xxm34g8/s72-c/fds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-513270126645003979</id><published>2009-05-08T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:48:25.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>I want to send her a message:
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Susan.. 
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgpA3RVlULI/AAAAAAAABkE/s9o0tdW126E/s1600-h/gfd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgpA3RVlULI/AAAAAAAABkE/s9o0tdW126E/s400/gfd.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335148026864685234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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I'm so sorry for mistaken you for a guy but I never like those people judge you from the outside. I never heard you sing before when I was watching news with my mother few days ago about you. She told me that you have the most wonderful voice.. so today I was thinking of youtubing and search you singing. Then I found one.. and sorry readers I can't put the video here the owner of the YouTube disabled the embed so go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see her video that I just watched.
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To be truthful, I just love your cheeky attitude! it reminds me of my auntie that I adored most! :D I love funny old ladies ^-^ they brighten my day.. seriously. But seeing those people making faces of 'yeah right' to you like this 
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgpA3l4mujI/AAAAAAAABkU/BEQpxPnAzAk/s1600-h/gre.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgpA3l4mujI/AAAAAAAABkU/BEQpxPnAzAk/s400/gre.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335148032380287538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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really makes me angry! D:
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Then after you talking to the judges I just can't wait hearing you sing. Omgosh.. I cried hearing you singing. I forgot the title of the song I didn't care much though just hearing your voice.. just wows me (&lt;i&gt;my mother was right :O&lt;/i&gt;).. it's like it makes me feel so warm-hearted for some reason.. and look at Simon
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LOL.. have you even seen him looking like he's in love???? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-513270126645003979?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/513270126645003979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/susan-boyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/513270126645003979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/513270126645003979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/susan-boyle.html' title='Susan Boyle'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgpA3RVlULI/AAAAAAAABkE/s9o0tdW126E/s72-c/gfd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4280004538456511020</id><published>2009-05-07T20:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:47:14.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>I am practising</title><content type='html'>Sorry I guess I wont edit my pictures for now so I better left it naked la because there's something wrong with my computer downstairs =.= . Sigh, You know I just got my photoshop and suddenly my computer started to get irritating (&lt;I&gt;I blame my sister for destroying it&lt;/i&gt;) so I think that it's better for me to buy a laptop like my mum also provide with a mouse :D just in case when I want to edits carefully on my pictures.
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgLa2vg1BHI/AAAAAAAABhk/j8MxAcQwdOo/s1600-h/Samuel+%26+Randy+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgLa2vg1BHI/http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8260609433970905614&amp;postID=4280004538456511020AAAAAAAABhk/j8MxAcQwdOo/s400/Samuel+%26+Randy+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333065542762038386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;My attempt at sketching it's not perfect yet but I'll try my hardest.. and yeah la I'll also practise on my signature lol -__-&lt;/centeR&gt;
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Took me a like 1 and a half hour to do it ya know lol. God I'm damn nervous for college and yet a bit excited lol.. I cant mess up I really need to get serious. I'll tried calming but my mind kept on thinking "NS NS" (National Service).. why hasn't my letter arrive yet? I'll start next month. I'm stressing because what if I don't get my letter? Should I not go? God.. this is confusing and my mum told me that I should accompany my sister to KL for her LimKokWing Tour at 3rd June - 5th June.
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Actually I really want to go to see the courses inside :O I heard they have Graphic design, Game design and a lot a lot of design which make me really really want to go! but I still go for college in SIA.. Can you believe she told me like 5 in the morning?! I was asleep man! lol! and when I was sleeping I didn't notice my sister was using my laptop in my room.. (&lt;i&gt;she better dont destroy that&lt;/i&gt;) she was checking the air plane tickets for the next departure. :O ..!! I wanna go! but I guess I cant go la :( I still think I'm going to NS also.. sigh T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4280004538456511020?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4280004538456511020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-practising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4280004538456511020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4280004538456511020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-practising.html' title='I am practising'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4630456301582257353</id><published>2009-05-07T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:47:32.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>When my ex called</title><content type='html'>I'm labeling today 'Bad Day' because Andrew called me. And I guess you don't know who's andrew huh? Well he's a jerk! A jerk from Sabah not forgetting a womanizer! D:&lt; I hope you read this now Andrew! He 'was' my boyfriend but I can't say if he even remembered tat we were a couple. D: I mean to me I don't know because it was a very very confusing time that time. Really confusing but better not let you guys know la.. 
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&lt;center&gt;Nah! I stole your picture! your so gay! GAY GAY GAY! Stupid Andrew! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: *&lt;i&gt;Saw Andrew calling and pick up&lt;/i&gt;*
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: *&lt;i&gt;talks blah blah blah chinese&lt;/i&gt;*
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What are you saying?!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: Eh? You not know how to speak chinese meh?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Where got la I know how..
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: *&lt;i&gt;Just speak chinese&lt;/i&gt;*
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: UI!!! what you say this?!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: I talk bad stuff about you also you wont know la
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: You so stupid ooo... 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: You la baka
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ish you la stupid! =__=
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: Baka baka baka!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Stupid! If you say Baka also people dont know oo~
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: People know already what Baka mean la~
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah la but if I call you stupid people will know but baka some only wont know owh..
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: Some only!
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Change of topic! Still want to read? then go ahead.
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: I see your your picture very different oh!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Har...?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: When I see your picture at fs ah I think to myself la this girl look very firmiliar 1.. so I call Amanda la and she say "yeah yeah you know her la the one- *&lt;i&gt;sorry he talks to fast so I forgot&lt;/i&gt;* but I know you wear make up la..
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: *&lt;i&gt;chuckle&lt;/i&gt;*
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Lol, he's so stupid he didn't know it was edited... and then I dont remember what he said again.. so NEXT!
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&lt;span style="color:pink"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I so shock oh how you still can remember me oh?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;: Of course I remember la...
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Hearing those words make me hard to believe =___= because last year he told me he don't know who I am.. well actually &gt;__&gt; I didn't put my picture in MSN of course la... but there's one time la he go my fs and said "You look firmiliar la" like hell I gotten angry he forgot my face for almost than a week already?! I mean we hang out together for 2 weeks oh.. how can he forget? 
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When he got a new girlfriend (&lt;i&gt;that time I was with mine also but broke up 2 years ago&lt;/i&gt;) he remember -__- and start calling out for us saying that we should hang out together. Sigh, I guess we need to meet face to face then he can remember oh.. but this year I really want to change my outlook! hiak! :D LOL
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SORRY BAKA ANDREW!! BLEK!! YOU SUCK!! just be lucky that I talk bad about you in my blog! revenge for calling me &lt;i&gt;sa poh&lt;/i&gt; and other stupid words!! =-="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4630456301582257353?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4630456301582257353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-only-dislike-but-not-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4630456301582257353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4630456301582257353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-only-dislike-but-not-hate.html' title='When my ex called'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SjNOYH3qziI/AAAAAAAAB7k/XZxtd77BeQ0/s72-c/1_749012509l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-7526970330241387927</id><published>2009-05-04T19:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:54:48.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QnA'/><title type='text'>How/where to use HTML link for blog?</title><content type='html'>I'm continuing from my &lt;a href="http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-change-your-blog-layout-using.html" target="_blank"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt; about "How to change layout using blogspot?". After finish telling you guys how to change your templates on that post I didn't continue on how to change the HTML code for your sidebar or whatever.
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To change your sidebar must go to the same place where you paste your templates codes. The codes inside you need to &lt;i&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; because the sidebar is also in there!
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So let's start. I like going to this &lt;a href="http://www.quackit.com/html/codes/html_link_code.cfm" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. If you want to put your links or your friend's blog URL just go there.
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&lt;b&gt;STEP 1&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;All you need to do is just change the one that I put a red box on it. The links can be found in your &lt;u&gt;address box&lt;/u&gt; above and the other one you could change yourself so just put whatever name you want&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgQtjfd9dJI/AAAAAAAABic/iAJqRb7xxlk/s1600-h/mmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgQtjfd9dJI/AAAAAAAABic/iAJqRb7xxlk/s400/mmm.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333437946479342738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Example: &lt;a href="http://game-mistress.blogspot.com"&gt;Get your HTML codes here!&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;STEP 2&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgQl8zb76fI/AAAAAAAABiU/bO7xVma8Hp4/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgQl8zb76fI/AAAAAAAABiU/bO7xVma8Hp4/s400/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333429585243269618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgaJclUI9HI/AAAAAAAABjU/kZd4efUgAHc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgaJclUI9HI/AAAAAAAABjU/kZd4efUgAHc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334101932812858482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;If you see the green one you have to delete and the red one just change it&lt;/center&gt;
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Example: &lt;a href="http://game-mistress.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;complete list of HTML Tags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-7526970330241387927?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/7526970330241387927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-use-html-link-for-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7526970330241387927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/7526970330241387927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-use-html-link-for-blog.html' title='How/where to use HTML link for blog?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgQjbKrlnpI/AAAAAAAABiE/KT-WhaU5P5A/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-2117286451852167504</id><published>2009-05-03T09:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:53:31.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>47,114 Paw Point</title><content type='html'>Bun Bun's back and now the owner will be speaking :D 
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You can see how much paw point I got on my &lt;a href="http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/bun-bun-here.html" target="_blank"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt; and compare it with now xD . I'm glad that there's finally a camera inside Pet Society :D now I can snapshot pictures and it will automatically will be uploaded in my Album at facebook :] so I guess no more print screen (&lt;i&gt;in case needed lol&lt;/i&gt;) .
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&lt;centeR&gt;Bun Bun got different kind of clothes to wear and more! xD&lt;/centeR&gt;
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And here are my rooms that's still under construction(&lt;i&gt;so to say xD&lt;/i&gt;) since I'm Lv28 I still only can have 5 rooms in my home.
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&lt;center&gt;Living Room&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Kitchen&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Whatever room you like to call it&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Garden&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Bathroom&lt;/center&gt;
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I got a bunny doll look exactly (&lt;i&gt;well almost&lt;/i&gt;) like Bun Bun! xD I'll upload it when my other computer is fix because that's the only computer that has photoshop T.T really bad luck la me don't have photoshop.. actually still have la but that computer wont let me use it D: fuck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-2117286451852167504?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/2117286451852167504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/47114-paw-point-still-not-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2117286451852167504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2117286451852167504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/47114-paw-point-still-not-enough.html' title='47,114 Paw Point'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SgDwei4QFFI/AAAAAAAABfc/DOQK48XuBDg/s72-c/gfd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-5669866486858288665</id><published>2009-05-01T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:01:54.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Zombie? Magical door? Me O.o ?</title><content type='html'>Wtf up dream I had =.= . 
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I remember in my dream that 'we'(&lt;i&gt;people I'm unfamiliar of&lt;/i&gt;) was suppose to protect a guy from something and I don't know what. There's a maze where we going and it wasn't that tough to go through. Random doors was putting in different places all in once. First we went to one door then suddenly I was in an Assassin creed graphic look-a-like place. I see nothing interesting there.. and all I see is myself and the place that I can't remember clearly so I went back and meet up with new people(&lt;i&gt;all of a sudden la&lt;/i&gt;).
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Really la, have you ever have the same thing happening in your dream where everything changes just like that without you even finish what you've started? So as I continue la 8D .. I was in my house being confuse a bit(&lt;i&gt;I dream I was in my house&lt;/i&gt;). It's funny really lol you can be half confuse and half 'as-if-you-know-what-your-doing' feeling so anyway I feel that my dream was controlling me but what to do? you were there and you don't know that it was a dream. Sigh, sorry I can't remember anything about today's dream but I do remember yesterdays xD .
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I was with my puppy Milky in an old abandon underground factory o.O . I was carrying her all the way because I don't want to lose her and she's all I got that time(&lt;i&gt;And I thought that my family been eaten by zombies&lt;/i&gt;) Suddenly my dream became like the game I played "Silent Hill 3" mix with a little bit "Haunting Ground" and I think it's a little bit strange. So there's a long hall and I see all the flesh eating zombies were all doing their zombie thing(&lt;i&gt;ya know eating fleshes and everything&lt;/i&gt;). You know what I did? I ran la! ran until I see a door(&lt;i&gt;strange why Milky is so light in my dream while in real you can't last an hour carrying her&lt;/i&gt;) and the door xD don't let me get started with the door. 
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I didn't even open the door and suddenly I automatically at the other side already LMAO! So I walk slowly la but it's so awesome xD to be seeing yourself walking.. come on la don't tell me in your dream you never see yourself doing something? and sure you also can see it with your own eyes la in the dream like normal like now but I still love looking at myself it's like watching yourself in a movie with the camera angle so well done :D . Okay so along the way my puppy sense something so she jump down and ran. I was following her from behind panicking because I have this fear of being alone in the dark with spooky things. 
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Then I saw something scary. I saw a zombie dog! like the one in Silent hill o.o . My dog approach to it but the zombie dog didn't do any harm to her which is scary a bit la I still don't want her to get bitten. Then in front of me I saw an elevator a small one like lifting up stuff like that and I'm confident it can lift me and Milky up. The problem is that I don't know how to work it and I tried snatching Milky away from the dog but it tried to bite me. This is where the part I get super powers LOL xD I imagined myself to go in that mini elevator with Milky so the next thing you know I did haha. Sigh, why didn't I imagine a unicorn come and save the day.
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So that's it I forgot what happens next. I take nothing is a happy ending in the zombie world in a dream xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-5669866486858288665?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/5669866486858288665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/zombie-magical-door-me-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5669866486858288665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/5669866486858288665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/05/zombie-magical-door-me-oo.html' title='Zombie? Magical door? Me O.o ?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6577529342622541460</id><published>2009-04-24T18:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:09:48.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>"You got smoke?"</title><content type='html'>Who knows maybe you already do know what it is. But never mind la. I got nothing to post about in my blog so I'll start putting totally disgusting, shocking, surprising, idiotic news in my blog just to make more readers reads (&lt;i&gt;if there's anyone reading that is&lt;/i&gt;). 
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I admit on form 2 I tried to smoked but frankly I don't like it same goes to drinking beer or whatever liquor. So I'm glad for hating it because it doesn't taste good.. it tasted bad that's why my tongue hated it and I don't understand people that drinks and smoke likes it. I mean do you want to corrupt your body so badly? or are you to stupid to know what will happen if you get to addicted to it =.= .
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&lt;centeR&gt;I can predict your future... you won't have a future if keep on continuing like this and I hope you people die from cancer! If you don't want cancer to happen then quit smoking! or else you'll regret =__= believe me (&lt;i&gt;even if I don't smoke which is a good thing for me and not for you smokers&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/center&gt;
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I even hated my friends smoking(&lt;I&gt;especially someone I trust so badly&lt;/i&gt;).. but still I can't tell them right away about how I feel if they smoke in front of me. But I did told them to stop or they will regret later on and I don't think they'll listen which is a wrong decision to make(&lt;i&gt;die la you people!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;). Smoking is like drugs too ok?! If you want to know.. my youngest sister is smoking she started smoking when she was 12 or 13 or so. Do you know why? 
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It's not because of parents or anyone that mad at her or what but "FRIEND" that make her smoke friends that doesn't show any moral value and also this kind of so-called-friends are murderers! that's why people I know from church never told her to stop but just letting her smoke(&lt;i&gt;not the adult just the teens or whatever youngsters&lt;/i&gt;) that's why I hate going to that church to many free-smoker-teens-kids-whatever-retard not forgetting drinking too. 
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&lt;center&gt;You dare to smile with your teeth looking like this? Do you think girls or guys would look at you when your smile? Who be dumb enough to be interested to someone who doesn't know how to take care of themselves??!&lt;/center&gt;
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YOU WILL GET NOTHING WHEN YOU SMOKE! all you get is regrets that's all.. sure~ I know some big shot people who got big fancy stuff but really even if you could get all that stuff do you think you could live another life to see and buy more? all you could do is spend your money on your health medication because your to sick and don't want to die! Psshhhh... =.=" fucking retard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6577529342622541460?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6577529342622541460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-got-smoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6577529342622541460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6577529342622541460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-got-smoke.html' title='&quot;You got smoke?&quot;'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sf6MFWBGvyI/AAAAAAAABfM/P8l85eyqc5Y/s72-c/cancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4938066425735722477</id><published>2009-04-20T02:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:13:13.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Assassin Creed</title><content type='html'>This game is so addicting &lt;img src="http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/thTai-17.gif" border="0" alt=""/&gt;. I can't stop playing! Although it's a guys game but I love it! The graphic, the stealth! you can even steal! (&lt;i&gt;like duh your an assassin&lt;/i&gt;) and ear drops in someone else conversation!! What can I say more????? it seems so real! much much better than Tomb Raider! (&lt;i&gt;Sorry for cheating on you Tomb Raider I would still love to play you when another new Tomb Raider game is release&lt;/i&gt;). I play for a week straight but of course with rest also ^-^ .
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I could print screen myself but it seems it's hard going back out the game when I was still playing. Haiz, so I take from photobucket lo. So as I was saying this game is SYEOOKK!!! AWESOME!!! a 10 out of 10!! FAB!! XD . But a bit angry la =.= when I was been chase by the guards it was a bit slow for him to climb up the house or whatever! Gah! Dx they shoot me with arrows! Oh! xD the thing I like most is the way he kills his enemies.. wah! xD but I prefer using the sword not the short one. Really painful and it hurts my eyes just to see he stab his head.. Ew~ *shivers* oh and btw! you can actually see blood stain! SWEEET~~~~!! XD . So stabbing in the stomach I felt a bit okay xD . I found an Anime of Assassin Creed! 
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&lt;center&gt;OMGOSSH!! So ultraly Kawaii(&lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;)! &lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;and also bunny!! Sophie loves bunnies (&lt;i&gt; =.= but sad it's not pink&lt;/i&gt;) :D&lt;/center&gt;
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I'm so happy for no reason ^-^ just only happy on this game la. But really =.= I feel like those fat geeky people. Ew.. I'm not like them! I sometimes exercise when I want to xD and I don't always eat junk food like they do, just I don't have enough sleep only, lol. So I will still be just fine ^-^ wee hee~ games games games. I wonder if boys still like me if I'm really into games a lot  &lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s288/Aeonis_of_Blood/Emoticon%20Explosion/stare.gif" border="0" alt=""/&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4938066425735722477?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4938066425735722477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/assassin-creed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4938066425735722477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4938066425735722477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/assassin-creed.html' title='Assassin Creed'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/th_thTai-17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-9131476581166348686</id><published>2009-04-16T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:16:01.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The Orange? Red? "Ored" night sky</title><content type='html'>At around 10 to 11 something.
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I can't tell the color it could be red or orange but to me I think it was red when I was out at night on my balcony. To me it's kinda interesting seeing "Ored" cloud at night. Was bored (&lt;i&gt;as always&lt;/i&gt;) wanting to stretch my legs before sleeping.
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&lt;center&gt;The "Ored" Night Sky&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;centeR&gt;OMFG..!!! Faceless &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt;!! eh wait.. that's me.. stupid camera&lt;/center&gt;
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I check through the web to find out what does this "Ored" or Red sky means? so this is what I found.
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red sky at night; shepherds delight,
&lt;br&gt;Red sky in the morning; shepherds warning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt; 
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But it's strange everyone have the same but a bit different story about the "&lt;s&gt;O&lt;/s&gt;red" sky.
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If your bored or feel like knowing go to one of these link :] because I'm bored of writing it here =.= .
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Choose - &lt;a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/red-sky-at-night.html" target="_blank"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rhymes.org.uk/red_sky_at_night.htm" target="_blank"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.physicsforums.com/showthread.php?t=101517" target="_blank"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://globalpsychics.com/enlightening-you/prophecy/red-skies.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;
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This is all that I can give you :] , here's my way of rhyming to you people of what I think of people talk talk talk lol...
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Some say it's fictional, Some say it's true,
&lt;br&gt;Some might say it's a warning, but Some might be a fool,
&lt;br&gt;So it's time for me to go and turn of the light,
&lt;br&gt;Not forgetting to say to you all a blessed goodnight."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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So lame I know ;p
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/mizzilovely/yenta4-emoticon-0014.gif" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-9131476581166348686?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/9131476581166348686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/orange-red-ored-sky-at-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/9131476581166348686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/9131476581166348686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/orange-red-ored-sky-at-night.html' title='The Orange? Red? &quot;Ored&quot; night sky'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sef-ledlkrI/AAAAAAAABcc/a2MXkf5QHFc/s72-c/fdfds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-3464509788977973058</id><published>2009-04-08T13:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:12:32.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QnA'/><title type='text'>How to change blog layout using Blogskin?</title><content type='html'>I got nothing better else to do so im gonna try and and help those who needs help in changing their layouts
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Step &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;
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Go to your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Layout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and then &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Edit HTML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Click on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Revert to Classic Template&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on the below HTML box.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFiVKqB6LI/AAAAAAAABY8/ELsXT3TOy0s/s1600-h/nhtrhtr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 490px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFiVKqB6LI/AAAAAAAABY8/ELsXT3TOy0s/s400/nhtrhtr.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644350306052274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Step &lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;
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When you finally reverted to classic templates make sure that the box look like this.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpB6AgrI/AAAAAAAABYk/VH5RNrUMDsE/s1600-h/dsadsa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpB6AgrI/AAAAAAAABYk/VH5RNrUMDsE/s400/dsadsa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642492531278514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take &lt;u&gt;note&lt;/u&gt; that this is 'my' Code for my blogspot so don't get to confuse because this code you see inside the box wont be similar to yours.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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Let's leave it there for a sec and go to another new window. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BlogSkin&lt;/a&gt; if your ready to change your Layout for your blog.
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&lt;h2&gt;How to get the codes for the Layout in Blogskin that you've selected?&lt;/h2&gt;
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Step &lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;
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Select one Layout that you think it's cute or that you think is suitable for your blog. If you already chose what you want then &lt;i&gt;scroll down&lt;/i&gt; until you see &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Blogger Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. 
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpZTiq0I/AAAAAAAABY0/CYqqVggT_kg/s1600-h/vsddsgds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpZTiq0I/AAAAAAAABY0/CYqqVggT_kg/s400/vsddsgds.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642498812390210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Seen it? Then I want you to click it until it will appear a Notepad.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpRepHNI/AAAAAAAABYs/vpJOgusoBY4/s1600-h/fsdccc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpRepHNI/AAAAAAAABYs/vpJOgusoBY4/s400/fsdccc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642496711466194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Step &lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;SPAN style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: lightblue"&gt;Highlight&lt;/span&gt; the code and copy/cut it. Then let's go back to the Template that already been reverted. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paste&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; your Code inside the box like the one I did here.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgo6UanrI/AAAAAAAABYU/QG079M_0arQ/s1600-h/cefeccc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgo6UanrI/AAAAAAAABYU/QG079M_0arQ/s400/cefeccc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642490494557874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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When that's done click on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Save Template Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and here how it looks like when viewing your blog :]
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpGhDILI/AAAAAAAABYc/b1H9R6ryTy4/s1600-h/csdcds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 463px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFgpGhDILI/AAAAAAAABYc/b1H9R6ryTy4/s400/csdcds.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642493768769714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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To puts links or maybe put some words in it for your sidebar. You need to change it yourself, go back to where you paste your code and from there you can find some spaces or whatever to write in. Thanks. That's it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-3464509788977973058?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/3464509788977973058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-change-your-blog-layout-using.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3464509788977973058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/3464509788977973058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-change-your-blog-layout-using.html' title='How to change blog layout using Blogskin?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SeFiVKqB6LI/AAAAAAAABY8/ELsXT3TOy0s/s72-c/nhtrhtr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-4374473653712686542</id><published>2009-04-03T11:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:15:46.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Bun Bun here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SdWHLBXkcUI/AAAAAAAABWk/vafFbov3or0/s1600-h/4561222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SdWHLBXkcUI/AAAAAAAABWk/vafFbov3or0/s400/4561222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320307158223712578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Hello everyone ^-^ , let me introduce myself. My name is Bun Bun the name was given to me by my owner Sophie! xD She's the best owner I ever have :3 (&lt;i&gt;she wont be the best if she don't feed or wash me everyday T.T&lt;/i&gt;).  My owner wants me to be a pink bunny because she loves pink and also she loves bunnies! like me! :D
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As you can see, Im now a &lt;b&gt;Megastar Pet&lt;/b&gt; but it's still not enough when others is ahead of me :'( So hopefully my owner wont give up on me to level up somemore in Pet Society ^-^. Anyway I wanna say what I like to do in this &lt;i&gt;game&lt;/i&gt;.. 
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This is my best friend MaLlan an owner of Jharmeline (&lt;i&gt;MaLlan owner and my owner are best friends&lt;/i&gt;) ^-^ I always go to her house to give a big hug because she's one of my special friend in the whole universe! xD I have also another best friend..
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Her names Cutietube :D an owner of Eva (My owner and her owner are friends too ^-^) She's so sweet to be with ^-^ we watch Tv together and sometimes we compete each other (&lt;i&gt;and sometimes with MaLlan&lt;/i&gt;) in the Stadium ^-^.
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With pets or no pets to cheer for us I still win xD (&lt;i&gt;but sometimes lose T.T&lt;/i&gt;). So there you go! ^-^ Catch ya later!
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Did you know you could cheat other pet's BF without their GF finding out xD Shhhh~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-4374473653712686542?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/4374473653712686542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/bun-bun-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4374473653712686542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/4374473653712686542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/04/bun-bun-here.html' title='Bun Bun here!'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SdWHLBXkcUI/AAAAAAAABWk/vafFbov3or0/s72-c/4561222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-8680231212202007877</id><published>2009-03-11T04:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:21:26.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promoting'/><title type='text'>Megat Rave the Beatboxer</title><content type='html'>I promise a friend from facebook that I promote his talent through my blog which is suppose to be yesterdays post but who cares xD. He's an amazing beatboxer! Do you know what's the meaning of Beatbox? (&lt;i&gt;at first idk what's the meaning of beatbox lol i tot it was something else&lt;/i&gt;) why explain when I could show you himself! :D.
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&lt;center&gt;This was one of his latest in YouTube. So take a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AudioGear" target="_blank"&gt;look here&lt;/a&gt; if you wish to see what he can do more.
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He's also the same age as me xD . Born in 1991. Real name is &lt;b&gt;Megat Syariffudin&lt;/b&gt; and yes a Muslim. Told me that he's born in [Sabah,Ranau] but at a young age he moves to KL to school there and said to have forgotten how to use sabahan slang, haha xD. From the day I first had a conversation with him he's so open-minded and kind...... kind enough to give me his number haha xD .
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He's not like any other Malay guys you find that speaks rotten english. His english is good o.o far out good! even good than mine ^-^ . Well I guess that's what you get for schooling in a school full of chinese :D , he said that he's the only one in class that's muslim with lots of chinese friends. Should I continue? I think I brag to much about him. 
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So anyway to keep contact with him either go to his facebook (Megat Beatbox) or his &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/megatbeatbox" target="_blank"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;.
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If that's not enough prove then i show the firemen la!!
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Oh, Takeshi isn't his real name. He told me in spanish that Takeshi Mutsuda is his idol in Yaoi(Gay) drawings.
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I start to getting bored at copy and paste the word -__- so i want to talk in english.
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Wonder how i can speak in spanish? well actually.. i never even learn or start having a spanish class... i just went to this &lt;a href="http://translation.babylon.com/spanish/to-English" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. It translate english to spanish or any kind of langguage :D kinda useful but also complicated.. you need to copy and paste it again if you dont want any mistake to happen lol. ^^ and that's how i can speak spanish.. GRACIAS A TODOS!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-8327904088630776194?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/8327904088630776194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-speak-spanish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/8327904088630776194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/8327904088630776194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-speak-spanish.html' title='Me speak spanish?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Se7W-Eay56I/AAAAAAAABeU/8dGPq6SDMvI/s72-c/dsadsa-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6698357489581843960</id><published>2009-03-01T05:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:26:22.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Day Out'/><title type='text'>Outing with my buddies - Part 3</title><content type='html'>Lol, i still not done yet :) .
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Finally, Perosa's &lt;i&gt;Adik angkat&lt;/i&gt; that she never met before is about to show himself today! :D i was excited and when i ask if he's a guy then she kept on saying 'it's a guy' so okay before i gonna talk about that, me and JJ camwhore with our baverage. lol.
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&lt;center&gt;Idk why suddenly i say this but.. it's like im camwhoring with an auntie lol..&lt;i&gt;sepa la kasih&lt;/i&gt; make up &lt;i&gt;ko&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamwAWftN8I/AAAAAAAABUo/ZIGor2lGEgc/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamwAWftN8I/AAAAAAAABUo/ZIGor2lGEgc/s400/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307967155917895618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Wonder where were we? no idea xD just a best place for our private camwhore it's uber embarrassing if everyone kept on looking at us haha&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Ok! so cheers!&lt;/center&gt;
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Since that's over. We head to the place where we gonna meet Perosa's &lt;i&gt;adik angkat&lt;/i&gt; haha xD. Well she the one that should be meeting him because.. they never meet before. Then something happen! o.O well not happen.. just something shocking thing that gave everyone a surprise! ...Perosa's pet brother is actually... a pet sister! o.O 'she' is a tomboy.. a penkit (is tat how it spelled).. 
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&lt;center&gt;Hahaha! xD so close.. and you should see both of them talking through the phone with such close distance.. lol&lt;/center&gt;
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Me, JJ and Perosa's little sister was just standing there looking. Oh how funny it is to see the truth! xD and my stomach still hurts just thinking about it now.
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Samz6DmdoVI/AAAAAAAABVA/N5GthhPcsU0/s1600-h/DSCN0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Samz6DmdoVI/AAAAAAAABVA/N5GthhPcsU0/s400/DSCN0646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307971445813256530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;They finally end up meeting &lt;i&gt;juga&lt;/i&gt; lol&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6698357489581843960?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6698357489581843960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-outing-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6698357489581843960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6698357489581843960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-outing-part-3.html' title='Outing with my buddies - Part 3'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamuOy7R0YI/AAAAAAAABUg/UkbPi3f0Um8/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-2979297489542668729</id><published>2009-03-01T03:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:31:58.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Day Out'/><title type='text'>Outing with my buddies - Part 2</title><content type='html'>So let's continue.. and if you haven't read my last post. Well read it now or later.
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So we accompanied Zawani to a shop called Eaton? I think that's how it spelled xD and sorry I haven't quite gone out that much so i sometimes forgot the spelling of the place, lol. When Zawani and Ayne was around we didn't take much pics though. There is but looks kinda not interesting from the way i look at it so i dont think of uploading it xD. Sorry.
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Zawani did however introduced us to a friend of hers. We talked about work 'if anyone of us found one' and also 'where JJ and Ayne is?'. When i saw Ayne i was amazed how she transform :D she look like a glowing pearl. Her skins so white like she never been out in her life. Same also goes to JJ la. It's funny how we play her mind that Perosa have access to an internet in the computer thingy that i talk about in my previous post :) lol.
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Okay let's get down with the photo's.
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamSV5s9dhI/AAAAAAAABTg/BwupwIPiEh4/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamSV5s9dhI/AAAAAAAABTg/BwupwIPiEh4/s400/11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307934540797146642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;This is when we got seperated with Zawani and Ayne when JJ arrived. Btw, i took their pics&lt;/center&gt;
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It's not like we lost them. Just Ayne really turn into a sho-pa-holic. lol, cuz she already received her paycheck from working in Sutera so she wants Zawani to accompany her la go buy buy stuff. 
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamT8Wg7NTI/AAAAAAAABTo/zmZpLFoRg1E/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamT8Wg7NTI/AAAAAAAABTo/zmZpLFoRg1E/s400/9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307936300877952306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si&lt;/i&gt; Perosa &lt;i&gt;x abis2 maw main&lt;/i&gt; sms, &lt;i&gt;dia tu b'ckp sma adik angkat dia konon lol xD&lt;/i&gt; and i close my eyes because &lt;i&gt;adik&lt;/i&gt; Perosa &lt;i&gt;x pandai tangkap gambar&lt;/i&gt; properly la -___-&lt;/center&gt;
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Actually i havent got enough sleep from last night that evening &gt;.&gt; . I really getting addicted with MySpace and other websites that i went through. I just need to see more, lol ^-^.  
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamVX95mKkI/AAAAAAAABTw/dl7zuNVJokI/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 500px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamVX95mKkI/AAAAAAAABTw/dl7zuNVJokI/s400/7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307937874818509378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;Dont blame me for editing.. i just feel like i want too that's all :3 lol&lt;/center&gt;
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Lol, i just cant spoil you people with to much pictures here unless i feel that i have to la. So here's what JJ took. It was her idea and it's not mine! lol.. so as for me I gonna give a title &lt;b&gt;"How to Get down?"&lt;/b&gt; lol with no edits cuz to lazy. .-.
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamY1BpYlzI/AAAAAAAABUA/ScxdytTV360/s1600-h/DSCN0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamY1BpYlzI/AAAAAAAABUA/ScxdytTV360/s400/DSCN0607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307941672575342386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;#1&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;#2&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamZj09497I/AAAAAAAABUQ/t6OrSFjypOw/s1600-h/DSCN0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamZj09497I/AAAAAAAABUQ/t6OrSFjypOw/s400/DSCN0609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307942476625541042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;#3&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamaA1rkHnI/AAAAAAAABUY/m7A2uKugZlE/s1600-h/DSCN0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamaA1rkHnI/AAAAAAAABUY/m7A2uKugZlE/s400/DSCN0610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307942975033319026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;#4 this one blur because i move my face to fast lol&lt;/center&gt;
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It's ridiculously lame how she wants me to raise both of my arms to show victory lol xD no way im doing that cuz i think its more embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-2979297489542668729?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/2979297489542668729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-outing-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2979297489542668729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/2979297489542668729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-outing-part-2.html' title='Outing with my buddies - Part 2'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamSV5s9dhI/AAAAAAAABTg/BwupwIPiEh4/s72-c/11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-193676443637917432</id><published>2009-03-01T01:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:24:01.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Day Out'/><title type='text'>Outing with my buddies</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to go out and meet my friends. Perosa or Per &lt;i&gt;'pronounciation is like pair'&lt;/i&gt;(that's what we call her) invited me so yeah. I go la. Esther pissed me off when I knew she canceled on us just so she could hang out with Sidah and Melissa. I dont mind about Melissa.. just Esther should have told us the truth that she was going out with Sidah... other than lying to us. Nevertheless, I caught her red handed when she was going up the escalator. 
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Sigh, so let's just forget about that. She already texted me and told me the reason why she bail on us like that. :( seriously, i dont forgive her. I mean, from before tomorrow i've already asked her before Sidah.. Idk, maybe they &lt;i&gt;lama sudah&lt;/i&gt; discussed &lt;i&gt;nak&lt;/i&gt; go out. So anyway moving on! 
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At 1(something)pm i've already arrived to KK :) and all i have to do that time was just waiting for Perosa. When she arrived the first thing she said was &lt;i&gt;"Knp ko bertambah pendek nie?"&lt;/i&gt;, really la -__- no hi.. so to me i guess that's a 'Hi' (i think). Oh and btw, she brought her sister along as well.. Me, her, and her sister gonna go to palm square until we stumbled on a rm600 photography camera (desperately want it) and it's full set! :O . It's was really regretful not taking a picture of it since I have a digital camera with me that time :/ but i guess i was too surprise to remember xD lol.
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So we went to palm square. The first person to arrived to was Zawani.
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&lt;centeR&gt;Zawani is the one that's wearing the pink &lt;i&gt;tudung&lt;/i&gt;, the tall one is Perosa and the tiny &amp; chubby girl is me&lt;/center&gt;
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Hoho, silly Zawani never change.. well a bit.. she's now less annoying :D that's good! i can now poke and hold her stuff without her being mad at me.. &gt;.&gt; but i guess i should not over do it.. haha... it's like almost an hour and still no sign of JJ and Ayne. Oh yeah, stupid me.. -__- i forgot to mension &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; Zawani came Perosa was trying to log in friendster in a 'Study in Australia' computer thingy.
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&lt;centeR&gt;This is the thing that she's playing, that's her. She have nice legs, agree? :O jealous nie cuz mine so short and i still dont know what's this computer-like machine is called xD. Gawd I'm so stupid...&lt;/center&gt;
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See what she do..
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&lt;center&gt;wtf? o.O haha xD its just funny.. the more she types the screen just looks the same&lt;/center&gt;
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There's a lot i like to talk about but i understand to some people have troubles going in someone's blog and cant view their picture :(. I've been through that a lot so I gonna only put some pics for today and starts making another part 2 later :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-193676443637917432?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/193676443637917432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/193676443637917432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/193676443637917432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2009/03/normal-outing.html' title='Outing with my buddies'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SamA8mOzuAI/AAAAAAAABTA/w8Zy9A21Efk/s72-c/13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260609433970905614.post-6930363556911876171</id><published>2008-08-01T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:19:41.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Who's Momoka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Momoka
&lt;Br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Real Name:&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Find yourself&lt;/i&gt;)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status:&lt;/b&gt; Single! because boys are just heartless! 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Race:&lt;/b&gt; Chinese + Dusun
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country:&lt;/b&gt; Malaysia (&lt;i&gt;Am not Malay!&lt;/i&gt;)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; 155cm 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weight:&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;If you want to know I kick your ass&lt;/i&gt;)
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Hello, Momoka here to greet you and as you know by now Momoka is really not my real name but if you really want to know my real name then read my post I'm sure I have put my real name somewhere hehe. I'm unpredictable, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otaku" target="_blank"&gt;an Otaku&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosplay" target="_blank"&gt;Cosplayer&lt;/a&gt;!
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The picture you see above is my first costume and still the posing is still noob but I'm sure I'll improve soon. I'm also very pink last time I use to love black you know goth or emo like that :p but don't worry I change into a non scary girl
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My old picture of when I use to be a freak. People was right I do look ugly being like this o.o I just notice it lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260609433970905614-6930363556911876171?l=game-mistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/feeds/6930363556911876171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6930363556911876171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260609433970905614/posts/default/6930363556911876171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://game-mistress.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-me.html' title='Who&apos;s Momoka?'/><author><name>AvuN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548487568725141291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/SLKiuu91c7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jGchWhAGtxg/S220/20-08-08_1706.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJx8n_bDvRM/Sve71Qk4Y4I/AAAAAAAACVk/mtGPUPAD9XA/s72-c/15538_1262987500888_1415756832_30743284_78732_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
