<?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-8691324716235857734</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:12:07.759+08:00</updated><category term='WENG NI'/><category term='A letter for me'/><title type='text'>You Know You Love Me</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>545</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3858265030696764266</id><published>2012-02-12T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T18:12:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off with her head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow I haven't been blogging for awhile eh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, topic of the day:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xia Xue's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;new blog entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry to say that I'll have to agree with her this time, I seldom do, but that article she just posted is just pure original and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really can't stand people like Adele, they have to put others down to make themselves shine more. And another reason why I'm not all in love with Mr. Steve Jobs. Uncountable of times, he'd talk bad about other computer products or software (Windows, mostly) when he's trying to convince people to encourage his creations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People talk bad about people, that's a sad sad undeniable truth. Everyone does that and you just have to accept it. I do it too, not proud about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, sabotaging people in front of the media, and the eyes of the entire world is just so so unprofessional. It's just a matter of time for someone to actually throw eggs at him when he's stepping on people again, but too bad he didn't live long enough to go through that ( didn't mean to be rude there). He's a genius. But if he had better attitudes and knows about the existence of moral values, I'd loved him more. Just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this applies to Adele too. And yeah, she's fat. Lol. Sorry, but just agree, unless you're blind or has some deadly eye disease. Being fat doesn't affect the quality of her works, fabulous works, but if she's dealing with it this way, it might as well do. And you know what? It's okay to be fat. But to be fat and have no intention of doing anything about it? That's a whole other story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobody would be angry if you study a lot and not get good grades, but if you just expect those grades to fall from the sky and blame everyone else for getting better grades than you instead of feeling sorry, well, be careful cuz you might get slapped by someone really hard someday. So hard that all you teeth might fall off and you won't be able to afford dentures cuz you couldn't get a good job and be rich like people to actually worked for their futures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3858265030696764266?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3858265030696764266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3858265030696764266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3858265030696764266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3858265030696764266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/02/off-with-her-head.html' title='Off with her head'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-211008703280843801</id><published>2012-02-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:21:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if we're just dreaming all along</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forever&lt;/i&gt; is just too long... Too impossible a promise to be made...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when you say that a memory is gonna be in your head &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;, that can really be the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There're some great things in life, great moments, that we weren't able to capture on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All we had was a pair of eyes, and an unlimited mind, and we swore that we'll remember them forever and always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have millions of personal forevers, all of them are equally precious to me. It'll suck so much, if I ever get hit by a truck and forget any single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's a tribute to one of my forevers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The people I met, the places I went to, the lessons I learned in Oyama, Japan in winter 2010.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just, be prepared that most of the pictures are awesome food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of the reason why I love Jap so freaking much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their food is of the highest quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN_OoUnC7gk/TyvfvWQkh6I/AAAAAAAABwo/0pQwyxmAaL8/s1600/DSCN3579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN_OoUnC7gk/TyvfvWQkh6I/AAAAAAAABwo/0pQwyxmAaL8/s640/DSCN3579.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SOBA SOBA SOBA WOOHOO FTW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to idk how many Jap restaurants after the trip to try out their ramen and soba, and hell, none of them ware as good as the ones I had in Jap. NONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbZ5PSicdIo/Tyvf_wV7LoI/AAAAAAAABww/QJuGcgpbges/s1600/DSCN3631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbZ5PSicdIo/Tyvf_wV7LoI/AAAAAAAABww/QJuGcgpbges/s640/DSCN3631.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh, and of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The place where flowers bloom 24/7 all year round. Even when it's snowing, you see flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A place where I've been dying to visit since I was a toddler watching Bananas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to the one in HK when I was twelve, but the second time in Tokyo is just so much better, so much more magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was nice cuz it was early winter (HK was during late autumn, which basically means late summer in Tokyo), but the winter clothes were a big big headache. They're just too huge and annoying. I could barely fit into the roller coaster seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r0MBtUswZA/TyvgJFKzIxI/AAAAAAAABw4/CMclEsffrYc/s1600/DSCN3285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3r0MBtUswZA/TyvgJFKzIxI/AAAAAAAABw4/CMclEsffrYc/s640/DSCN3285.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C asked me about the toilets in Jap yesterday and TAADAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so cool I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The tub (covered to maintain the temperature of the water) is slightly shorter and deeper. And they have this machine thing, a timer, a much cuter one, which knows how to sing for God's sake, right above the tap (in front of the tub). And it's like you rinse yourself with clean water from the shower, then soak in the tub for 30 minutes plus plus, then go sit on the stool (hidden behind the door) and shower yourself with soap. So the bathing process takes about an hour or so. And it was cold, so the entire bathroom was practically filled with mist after that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYeCsPo5QKQ/TyvgVhRuR_I/AAAAAAAABxA/dLoyLr4CdK0/s1600/DSCN3295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYeCsPo5QKQ/TyvgVhRuR_I/AAAAAAAABxA/dLoyLr4CdK0/s640/DSCN3295.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And &amp;nbsp;I swear, I will never ever forget this beautiful family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They're so awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And omg look at Yukina (baby)!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They drink green tea (green bottle on the table) like the way we drink water. I was practically in heaven. Green tea all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Food: Terriyaki and vege tempura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L313iKd-UO8/Tyvgfo0jlUI/AAAAAAAABxI/EVQGHcI5MqY/s1600/DSCN3396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L313iKd-UO8/Tyvgfo0jlUI/AAAAAAAABxI/EVQGHcI5MqY/s640/DSCN3396.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss cute college Jap guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Japanese classrooms are legendary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3pVQkGqJubU/Tyvj6PrxjII/AAAAAAAABxg/qtGcNFmN8EY/s1600/DSCN3338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3pVQkGqJubU/Tyvj6PrxjII/AAAAAAAABxg/qtGcNFmN8EY/s640/DSCN3338.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BFF? Totally. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usmMuqnX3rE/Tyvgu8T1fVI/AAAAAAAABxQ/2ZoYH9lv-p4/s1600/DSCN3521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usmMuqnX3rE/Tyvgu8T1fVI/AAAAAAAABxQ/2ZoYH9lv-p4/s640/DSCN3521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sashimi fish cubes and rice, and egg, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SO fucking gooodddd!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And expensive (guilty).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had this in some higher ranking sushi restaurant in the Jusco mall in Oyama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SokDA8uUIPI/Tyvg8G2xcqI/AAAAAAAABxY/yNI4L3aq1cg/s1600/DSCN3530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SokDA8uUIPI/Tyvg8G2xcqI/AAAAAAAABxY/yNI4L3aq1cg/s640/DSCN3530.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had such incredible food for breakfast omfg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, here, all I eat is bread or cakes or random Malaysian food, but there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this was so freaking delicious you have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's it, my Jap description, I think I owe you guys this. I remember being too damn tired to blog about it when I first came back. I uploaded half of the pictures on FB though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another &lt;i&gt;forever &lt;/i&gt;in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-211008703280843801?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/211008703280843801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=211008703280843801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/211008703280843801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/211008703280843801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-if-were-just-dreaming-all-along.html' title='What if we&apos;re just dreaming all along'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN_OoUnC7gk/TyvfvWQkh6I/AAAAAAAABwo/0pQwyxmAaL8/s72-c/DSCN3579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7208074894895641581</id><published>2012-01-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:23:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was bored, so here's a little some-some for you awesome people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Da10gXf73VE/TyULiiECngI/AAAAAAAABwY/E3gB1exbV58/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Da10gXf73VE/TyULiiECngI/AAAAAAAABwY/E3gB1exbV58/s640/001.jpg" width="502" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tckbsk_2bmU/TyUMwpOL9TI/AAAAAAAABwg/bL7urmaKQ8w/s1600/tumblr_luxjc0vD9l1qbupbxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tckbsk_2bmU/TyUMwpOL9TI/AAAAAAAABwg/bL7urmaKQ8w/s1600/tumblr_luxjc0vD9l1qbupbxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this on TUMBLR and OMG I wish I have this on one of my switches. So meaningful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7208074894895641581?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7208074894895641581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7208074894895641581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7208074894895641581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7208074894895641581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-was-bored-so-heres-little-some-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Da10gXf73VE/TyULiiECngI/AAAAAAAABwY/E3gB1exbV58/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-918786939905193768</id><published>2012-01-28T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:12:49.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just a lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people, Happy Saturday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So just a few moments ago, I finally managed to make myself sit down and practice my violin. My teacher just gave me my third piece right before the CNY break started. So I was working on it, my lesson's on this coming Monday. So me. He gave it to me like 2 weeks ago and I'm only responsible enough to take a look at it 2 days before my lesson. I was practically sight reading and I was like "Hey! It's sooo eee-zayyy!" Then when I was about to reach epiphany (LOL Alexandra Wallace), I realized it sounded abit too minor and that's when I decided to listen to the pros play on Youtube. And I died right after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PrNgsvwzTU4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's called Adagio, so it was suppose to be slow. But I wasn't prepared that it's THAT slow. I mean, it's 2 pages long, so I thought well, maybe it's slightly moderate kind of thing since it's long. The examiner wouldn't want to waste so much time on just one piece right? I mean, just look at the video!!! 8 minutes plus. How long my entire exam's gonna take then??? My sister said she wanted to sleep listening to it lol wth. But seriously, it sounds so much like a freaking lullaby. Great, how am I gonna keep my examiner awake like that?? Big problem huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, God bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg school's starting again in 2 days. FML. I'm so not ready to go full-swing. I mean, the next long holiday in in March for goodness sake. That's almost 2 months away. Wake me up when 2012 end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-918786939905193768?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/918786939905193768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=918786939905193768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/918786939905193768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/918786939905193768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-than-just-lullaby.html' title='More than just a lullaby'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PrNgsvwzTU4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7042236556358562916</id><published>2012-01-27T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:29:43.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe and sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, another irrelevant title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the last 3 days of the CNY break and I'm sitting here, soaking myself in incredibly hilarious videos. Go Jenna Marbles!!! And for the first time in ages, I'm downloading songs again. Just a random piece of information but yeah, I'm actually taking time to click on hundreds of buttons and working the computer's butt off to import more songs into my playlist. My computer is so so underutilized. I really should be catching up with my music and theory and serious shit like that but my soul is too carried away by those movies and crazy songs and cousins whom I've just said bye-bye to. Aw I miss them already...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just checked out that zodiac luck feng shui thing today and BOOYEAH! The pigs are gonna rock this year FTW. No, I don't really believe in things like that but damn it feels really good when you see your luck being predicted as good as this. It's just something to reassure me that everything's gonna be okay this year, if not, better. Okay, and maybe this kind of stuff is just for insecure people and I'm one of them. Whatever. My point being, this year brings fantastic to those who were born in year 1995. Anyways, may the year of dragon being joy, prosperity and all the good luck you need to you and people around you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and I swear I'm gonna study for all my exams this year. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7042236556358562916?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7042236556358562916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7042236556358562916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7042236556358562916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7042236556358562916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/safe-and-sound.html' title='Safe and sound'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1358329941487751721</id><published>2012-01-21T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:29:45.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath your love</title><content type='html'>A life lived with love is a life lived.&lt;br /&gt;A real love story shouldn't have a happy ending, because they'll never end.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, all we need to do is drop our masks, and give them our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1358329941487751721?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1358329941487751721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1358329941487751721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1358329941487751721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1358329941487751721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/underneath-your-love.html' title='Underneath your love'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6312792570993830344</id><published>2012-01-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:57:47.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on what's important to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't ever let something minor ruin something that means a lot to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h6bbOonyxq8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This advertisement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eyes couldn't stop making tears. Seriously. I can't imagine, in another 3 years or so, there'll be times when I'm so wrapped up in my studies or university life that I just can't come home for CNY. That really sucks to the max. When everyone here is like all lively and joyful, eating so much and laughing like nobody's business, I'm half way around the globe eating cold pizza staring out the window, watching the snow pile up in the driveway and stuff like that. Sooooo depressing. Snow during the happiest week of the year. When it's all sweaty and warm here, in a good way, I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TVD review: Things can really really change, a lot. It takes so much effort to join two hearts together, but just a tiny little speckle can kill everything between them. It's pathetic, but so true. And sometimes, we just give too much, when that someone else isn't interested the same way you are. And sometimes, you just don't get what you really want from them despite everything you've done to earn it. Relationships are just too freaking complicated. Too sophisticated to be described in words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, anyways,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY CNY PEOPLE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6312792570993830344?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6312792570993830344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6312792570993830344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6312792570993830344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6312792570993830344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/focus-on-whats-important-to-you.html' title='Focus on what&apos;s important to you'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h6bbOonyxq8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-9005675299680492510</id><published>2012-01-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:57:22.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's dark outside, like DUHHH cuz it's pass nine. It's Wednesday night, meaning, two more days till CNY break strikes in. I really should be doing something productive, like my theory homework, but hell, Gossip Girl is too exciting to pass. Plus, I'm totally in CNY mood now. I mean, it's like the best best festival in the entire year. You get breaks (a week!!!), you get money, food, new clothes, fun with family, travel around, and just enjoy the presence of PEOPLE, coming to your house, awesome movies, super funneh variety shows ect ect ect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CNY IS AWESOME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL this is weird but I kinda miss Jenny Humphery. I love the way she used to dress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-9005675299680492510?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/9005675299680492510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=9005675299680492510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/9005675299680492510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/9005675299680492510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautiful-manhattan.html' title='Beautiful Manhattan'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6320949574302962234</id><published>2012-01-15T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:49:30.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words meant to be said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG MN MN MN YOUR RED VELVET CUPCAKES ARE HEAVEN SERIOUSLY EVEN MY MOTHER LOVES THEM WTH!!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And they are really pretty tooo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n61ilKgoA8M/TxKHk6t1DtI/AAAAAAAABv0/h61w49PdyR8/s1600/IMG_1875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n61ilKgoA8M/TxKHk6t1DtI/AAAAAAAABv0/h61w49PdyR8/s640/IMG_1875.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIDttvHh-EI/TxKHxp0DLMI/AAAAAAAABv8/7jokvhzPLGA/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIDttvHh-EI/TxKHxp0DLMI/AAAAAAAABv8/7jokvhzPLGA/s640/IMG_1876.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The new Miss Malaysia 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dude I want the recipe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I swore to HY that I'll take Tumblr-inspired pictures of the charm bracelet Carmen gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So taadaa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtA1fYh9CGA/TxKH8CNia0I/AAAAAAAABwE/kE9gFdbmuZU/s1600/IMG_1882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="457" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtA1fYh9CGA/TxKH8CNia0I/AAAAAAAABwE/kE9gFdbmuZU/s640/IMG_1882.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCqY-BzK4do/TxKIGhxcrEI/AAAAAAAABwM/vAWkvp2h_AE/s1600/IMG_1883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCqY-BzK4do/TxKIGhxcrEI/AAAAAAAABwM/vAWkvp2h_AE/s640/IMG_1883.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had another one with flowers as the background and it was suppose to be really pretty, but I didn't realise it was a bit blur till I started to edit it. Too bad. And I'm not gonna go out there just to take another picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe I need to go to school tomorrow. And violin lesson. Shit. Can I just rewind the entire weekend please???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6320949574302962234?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6320949574302962234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6320949574302962234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6320949574302962234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6320949574302962234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-meant-to-be-said.html' title='Words meant to be said'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n61ilKgoA8M/TxKHk6t1DtI/AAAAAAAABv0/h61w49PdyR8/s72-c/IMG_1875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-4371230187377533600</id><published>2012-01-13T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:04:27.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best in this kind are but shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly I still can't understand what this sentence means. Fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my Gawd. I can't believe Tyler is breaking up with Caroline. I mean, they are one of the best couples ever and he just went bitchy all of a sudden. Which, brings me to my next point. Guys. They can be the sweetest best friends, the person who knows you the best, but the moment they get involved in some relationship shit, as in the moment they get a girlfriend, BAMM! they're the shittiest jerk you've ever known. It's like... They are so freaking attention seeking and insecure that they'll do anything to win that girl's heart. In simpler words, they're willing to sacrifice the entire forest for one single tree. The forest being friendships and other older, more important relationships with people they know. Two buddies can punch and tear each other's faces all because of some pretty girl they both like. Wow their friendship just doesn't worth much, does it? Yeah you probably think I'm just some poor and disappointed woman being let down by several assholes. Sorry, but what I've said is true. Very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I've given up trying to rely on males, treating them as an actual FRIEND. Not just a play-buddy who makes you laugh like nobody business and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I can't believe the flu bug bit me... Seriously my nose is like forever blocked, and my eyes can't really stay open. And that's the reason my piano lesson was crap today. Teacher was super frustrated, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-4371230187377533600?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/4371230187377533600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=4371230187377533600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4371230187377533600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4371230187377533600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-in-this-kind-are-but-shadows.html' title='The best in this kind are but shadows'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3904520054274997456</id><published>2012-01-08T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:18:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could wait patiently but I really wish you would</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DROP EVERYTHING NOW&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this thing about my titles, they'll never relate to my posts' bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just done cleaning up after my hamsters and I guess I'm gonna blog about them. I know I know, I haven't been talking much about them since Looney existed but I swear I haven't been neglecting them. I have been the only person cleaning their cages and giving them fresh hamster food. So I don't really have the heart to abandon them. They're probably the reason Looney's still alive. I mean, I got lots of idea on taking care of rodents because of them. And come to think of it, bunnies and hamsters are actually pretty similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They don't do much. Seriously, most of the time they just sit around, sleep, eat, or just... Stare at the wall blankly...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They won't get bored eating the same food for the rest of their lives. This is so sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They seem to understand me perfectly when I scream the word "NOOOO!!!". And I will not be convinced otherwise. (ie. They're just too startled to continue what they were doing.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They look terribly like freaking seals when they lay on their stomach 'cuz their fat tends to cover their legs. Hahaha!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They can be the most adorable things you ever see. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They don't make noises. But my hamsters too squeak a little, when something's bothering them. OR when they fight. Gosh hamsters love to fight, sometimes for fun, but there are times when they end up half dead, and that's when I have to operate YJ's Most Awesome and Efficient Hamsters' ICU. Maybe I should include this in my Vet Uni application next time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They have this magical power of keeping themselves clean even when their cages smell like sewage water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love both these little darlings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're one of the most human-friendly animals on earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll never feel bored, just sitting there, watching them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There. Pets are soooo easy. They'll never complain, and they'll always be there when you need them. So, bring home little animals people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3904520054274997456?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3904520054274997456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3904520054274997456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3904520054274997456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3904520054274997456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-could-wait-patiently-but-i-really.html' title='I could wait patiently but I really wish you would'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1853428908416920897</id><published>2012-01-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:00:17.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefree</title><content type='html'>Omg I seriously have to start changing my post title font to italics. It looks so weird all neat and upright...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the sixth page of chapter 2012. And the first Friday of the year. This supposedly-the-last-year-we're-gonna-live is going on fine, so far. Not that I'm expecting any worse scenarios. CNY is coming soon, about 2 weeks left to another full week of holidays, mixture of craziness and rotting in my gran's house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's midnight, sharp, and I could really use a glass of coke right now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1853428908416920897?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1853428908416920897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1853428908416920897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1853428908416920897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1853428908416920897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/carefree.html' title='Carefree'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5295635908806549880</id><published>2012-01-03T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:32:09.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some distant place in the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;If we ever meet again, both of us living our own new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and authenticity, I'll tell you how enchanted I was to have met you, how grateful that our lives crossed path, even it was just for a while. Cuz maybe, maybe it's not always about the happy endings, maybe it's about the story we shared. Billions of people waiting to be invited into our lives, but out of that huge crowd, it was us that made that particular story a reality. It's amazing, come to think of it, how fate had this story specially made to fit into both our lives. So, no matter what happens after this, no matter how many years have gone by, the memories you and I had will be kept safely, hidden deep down in my heart, and it'll never be forgotten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Cheers, to the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Book title: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;L-I-F-E&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Page 3 or 366&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's starting tomorrow. Hell yeah. My mom is already pressuring me in piano and my studies, what the hell right? But whatever. She... Hasn't really been in her best mood these days. Weird. But whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't really have anything to say right now, just, happy going-back-to-school!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it sucks, but just one more year, one more year and these sickening routines are gonna die forever. Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and btw, look what this lovely person from Tumblr did for me!!!! :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsVOzl2-t0c/TwK8-OdlPrI/AAAAAAAABvs/9ZT_uAmXfwA/s1600/tumblr_lx7q8r0h3n1qdvhd2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsVOzl2-t0c/TwK8-OdlPrI/AAAAAAAABvs/9ZT_uAmXfwA/s400/tumblr_lx7q8r0h3n1qdvhd2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-5295635908806549880?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/5295635908806549880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=5295635908806549880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5295635908806549880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5295635908806549880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-distant-place-in-future.html' title='Some distant place in the future'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsVOzl2-t0c/TwK8-OdlPrI/AAAAAAAABvs/9ZT_uAmXfwA/s72-c/tumblr_lx7q8r0h3n1qdvhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6723929561165112273</id><published>2012-01-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:16:13.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2012, Page 1 of 366 ♥</title><content type='html'>My first post in year 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm not gonna post my new year's resolution and I'm gonna stick to what I've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a little something about the stuff I'll try to accomplish within the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be someone better. As in nicer. Yes, I'm trying to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;- My A's. Yes, all of them.&lt;br /&gt;- Music. Like always.&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who'll mean the world to me. Gosh I sound so desperate. But I'm serious. It doesn't have to be a relationship kinda relationship, but I wanna meet this person that'll change everything. For better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I wanna post about my resolutions. No rocket science, no being president of USA, just plain... normal... I guess you can put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, HAPPY FREAKING 2012 EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6723929561165112273?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6723929561165112273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6723929561165112273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6723929561165112273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6723929561165112273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2012/01/chapter-2012-page-1-of-366.html' title='Chapter 2012, Page 1 of 366 ♥'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1129597208260283927</id><published>2011-12-31T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:30:39.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As a teen, I spend way too little time in my room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just a random fact, but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's like... Everyone, their room is practically their entire house and mine is just a place for me to change and bathe. Funny I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Less than an hours till the final seconds of 2011. 2011 had been okay, ups and downs, but honestly, there were more of the former. So I guess I should be satisfied. Like I said, 2012 is gonna be more tense than ever. But I'm prepared for it. Maybe music is not that difficult or annoying or pointless. I mean, maybe I underestimated myself in my capability of handling these instruments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The hell, why am I writing like that...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Fireworks lighting up the night sky like fireflies in the forest*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's probably already 2012 in Aussie and Japan and Korea and maybe Russia. I don't know why, but the ending of this year and the coming of the following one means so much to me. 2012 is gonna change a lot of stuff, no doubt. School's gonna end forever, I'm gonna leave for college, people are gonna leave, but awesomer ones are gonna arrive... So I just wish you guys all the best in the brand new year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter whatever mistake you did this(last) year, it should really end. Live 2012 like a brand new, clean piece of paper, think of it as a fresh start, another chance to do everything right. It's time to let go of the past and embrace whatever that's waiting ahead of you. &lt;b&gt;Live to the max&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raise your glasses:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 2012 bring joy and love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1129597208260283927?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1129597208260283927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1129597208260283927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1129597208260283927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1129597208260283927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-teen-i-spend-way-too-little-time-in.html' title='As a teen, I spend way too little time in my room.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7261115069225337191</id><published>2011-12-30T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:35:30.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandcastles. On the ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, one more day and 2011 is officially history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I have lots and lots of stuff I wanna tell y'all, but I thought &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xia Xue&lt;/a&gt; did a really good job wishing all her readers, so I'm gonna borrow some of her words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Go read her blog!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtwNfI6Ip7g/Tv1o3kKMXfI/AAAAAAAABvI/ijORL8gYgSk/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtwNfI6Ip7g/Tv1o3kKMXfI/AAAAAAAABvI/ijORL8gYgSk/s640/2012.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, people, follow you heart, embrace your dreams, spread more love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 2012 Y'ALL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You guys are awesome, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7261115069225337191?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7261115069225337191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7261115069225337191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7261115069225337191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7261115069225337191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/sandcastles-on-ground.html' title='Sandcastles. On the ground.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtwNfI6Ip7g/Tv1o3kKMXfI/AAAAAAAABvI/ijORL8gYgSk/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6235168845425175436</id><published>2011-12-28T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:14:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To my future husband or soul mate or whatever... :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;DARLING DON'T BE AFRAID,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I'VE LOVED YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND MORE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;AND ANOTHER THOUSAND MORE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(you get the idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no... I'll dedicate the entire song to you. I'll do a cover on it, I'll sing and play, I'll shoot an entire movie based on it, all for that one special person that I haven't met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this sounds crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in less than a week, I have tons and tons of homework to be done, and school stuff to pack, shoe laces to get tied, IDK 18 or 20 textbooks to dig out, uniforms to be ironed, pens to be gathered and put into my pencil case ( they're all scattered everywhere), tuition days to be remembered (shit I forgot all about the new schedule thing) and and MONEY! Shit I overspent this holidays. I swear I'm not going out till CNY. Oh, and about CNY, I need more new clothes. See! And the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But (yes there's always a but), my heart is constantly telling me to leave everything to be done by themselves. It's like my last long holidays ever. EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that I'm supposed to do this holidays are mostly left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Music: Oh... HAHAHHAHAHAHAH! FTW... But I DID spend some time on piano practical. I swear I did. Probably it's because mom upgraded the piano. I"ll come to that next time, or later. And yes, it'll be all annoying bragging. YESTERDAY was the first time I've touched my violin since December started. I'm glad sight reading on the violin is so shitass easy. Theory. Ah that bastard. Screw music theory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get over that someone: I practically hate you now. Bye bye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tumblr followers target: AWWW 20 more to go only mahhh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The BF project: Well I guess I sorta failed. But I earned something more than a freaking relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Old books to be read: FAILLL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diet project: I'm surprised even I have the courage to mention this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Studies: I was suppose to drill on Add Maths... Heh... But... BUT... I can do Log blindfolded now though. What 'CHEEHHH'?????? It's so freaking confusing kay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Make Looney not get out from the house compound: Freaking bunnies are freaking hard to train wth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Make friends: HUGE HUGE TICK HERE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finish up my love story: I forgot my plot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bake: K lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go watch every cool movie I've missed this year: ALMOST THEREEEEE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learn guitar: I think I'm gonna give up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learn HTML: blank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Save money: Went negative here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Figure out my future: AT LEAST I know that I'm signing up for January intake in Taylor's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah... I'm so &lt;b&gt;fucked up&lt;/b&gt;. But that's cool. Things... are gonna work out. At least I hope they will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, and I just realized how fucking small this town is. It's like I know him, he knows her, she likes him, he knows him, he dated her, she's BFF with her, and she's friends with him, and I realized I should have talked to him more. And now I'm like FTW. I screwed up like 5 or 6 relationships in one go.&lt;b&gt; Wow I'm awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6235168845425175436?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6235168845425175436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6235168845425175436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6235168845425175436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6235168845425175436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-can-i-love-when-im-afraid-to-fall.html' title='How can I love when I&apos;m afraid to fall?'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-2863049584178718153</id><published>2011-12-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:17:23.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's just what it takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, hey, Happy Boxing Day, Happy Day-after-Christmas, Happy 5 more days to 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back home again, and I promised you some pictures from my eating trip, but I'm tired shit. So please be satisfied with some of these photos, give me a few days to get things sort out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I was suppose to place these pictures at the end of the post, but I've searched high and low, in and out for that fucking SD card, and I think these photos deserve primary attention. Because of them, my room looks exactly like the one Bella and Edward had their first sex in. Okay, that's a little bit of exaggerating there...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WL7Nxw0aBTk/TvhpjwB79NI/AAAAAAAABuU/VXW15ns7HVU/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WL7Nxw0aBTk/TvhpjwB79NI/AAAAAAAABuU/VXW15ns7HVU/s640/IMG_1565.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best lessons I've learned to far, is to listen and understand, before you be all judgemental and bitchy, cuz there's always a story behind how people are behaving right now. Don't rush to the verdict, give them chances to speak for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZqZbpKIyIg/Tvhp5ZRHjvI/AAAAAAAABuc/TLBVPb36KyI/s1600/IMG_1567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZqZbpKIyIg/Tvhp5ZRHjvI/AAAAAAAABuc/TLBVPb36KyI/s640/IMG_1567.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously, it's a Tumblr thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those of you without a Tumblr, you're missing out loads. They have the awesomest quotes and life lessons awaiting, just for you. Now go go go create a blog and please remember to check out mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2a0OXcE-P_A/TvhqQXKPw4I/AAAAAAAABuk/PDULXh__D1A/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2a0OXcE-P_A/TvhqQXKPw4I/AAAAAAAABuk/PDULXh__D1A/s640/IMG_1564.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another Tumblr-ish thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tried writing it on the cardboard behind the white parking ticket (yes, it's a parking ticket from Queensbay thankyouverymuch) , but it turned out to look a great deal like shit. I wonder how the Tumblr people does it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5txm9SU92E/TvhqpU9NFXI/AAAAAAAABus/qSHjV140kfQ/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5txm9SU92E/TvhqpU9NFXI/AAAAAAAABus/qSHjV140kfQ/s640/IMG_1533.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YUMMMMM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*this is merely for showing off purposes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptxYdj7Lqo0/Tvhq84RJQCI/AAAAAAAABu0/FUGvjrtDPWs/s1600/IMG_1531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptxYdj7Lqo0/Tvhq84RJQCI/AAAAAAAABu0/FUGvjrtDPWs/s640/IMG_1531.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get to drink their coffee this time, but I'll never get bored of taking pictures of their instruments. Makes me wanna be a barista too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't know what I'm suppose to say or do right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, what is right, what is not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What'll work, what won't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What's the best, what's the worst?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What's expected, what isn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I need to do, what I don't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I should believe in, what I shouldn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boundaries between these extremities are so so vague.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've bitched about this before I know, but I still can't get this making-the-right-decision thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I go:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLwksAtfqDE/TvhrO_99HiI/AAAAAAAABu8/O0sErmOPObc/s1600/IMG_1574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLwksAtfqDE/TvhrO_99HiI/AAAAAAAABu8/O0sErmOPObc/s640/IMG_1574.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say hello to my new niece!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cutest thing on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at her, her world, how simple it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could be like her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-2863049584178718153?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/2863049584178718153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=2863049584178718153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2863049584178718153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2863049584178718153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/thats-just-what-it-takes.html' title='That&apos;s just what it takes'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WL7Nxw0aBTk/TvhpjwB79NI/AAAAAAAABuU/VXW15ns7HVU/s72-c/IMG_1565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-9064672466557322450</id><published>2011-12-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:00:38.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts, kisses and hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 22nd December 2011. 12 days till school reopens, 9 more days till 2012, 3 more days till Christmas Day, a month till CNY. So, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND SEASON GREETINGS PEOPLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came back from a 3 days camp, and I'm leaving Ipoh again in less than 24 hours, with sore legs and arms, and mosquito bites, AND, memories of awesome hugs. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have the sudden urge of hugging every single person I know. Maybe I'll go set up a free-hugs booth or something for charity next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'm really lazy to describe the camp now. Maybe I'll just not blog about it. Btw, it was awesome. I'll bring my camera tomorrow and pictures will be up when I get back. No promises, but I'll try my best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-9064672466557322450?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/9064672466557322450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=9064672466557322450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/9064672466557322450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/9064672466557322450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/hearts-kisses-and-hugs.html' title='Hearts, kisses and hugs'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-8136381752083596648</id><published>2011-12-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:28:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>∞</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;INFINITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, it's a Saturday night in mid December, I'm listening to old love songs, reblogging girly and lovey dovey stuff on Tumblr, Googling for another romantic comedy to accompany me through the night. It's just, I've been hopelessly romantic and well... pink... lately. It sounds really weird and wrong, but oh well, that's what you get for sinking yourself into Tumblr world too much. But then, suddenly, I realize, maybe it's really not important - what you're Expected to do or to be. Maybe what you really should care of is what You, yourself is thinking about. We aren't born to please anyone, and certainly not everyone. You'll never be good enough for every single human being, so why torture yourself? Why waste your youth living in insecurity and uncertainty? Why, do something you don't really have the heart in doing just so that people will look up at you? Why, on earth, try so badly to impress others, when all you need is to feel good about yourself? We always overlook what's really really important to us, and spend all our life to chase stuff we want, just to satisfy our so-called needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuz most of the time, when we're trying so hard to convince others to accept and love who we are, we'll lose ourselves and fall into reality's mould and we become who we are presumed to be, by the rest of the free world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Credits to those amazing bloggers on Tumblr, the movie Remember Me and Friends With Benefits, and The Back Up Plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX3bbEg2UZI/TuyV0wxjcsI/AAAAAAAABuE/OJ6li_ibkN4/s1600/tumblr_lw6oibKezd1r74hg4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX3bbEg2UZI/TuyV0wxjcsI/AAAAAAAABuE/OJ6li_ibkN4/s640/tumblr_lw6oibKezd1r74hg4o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Be fearless enough to follow your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's how happily-ever-after's are formed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheers to the teenage years.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;=)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-8136381752083596648?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/8136381752083596648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=8136381752083596648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8136381752083596648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8136381752083596648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='∞'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX3bbEg2UZI/TuyV0wxjcsI/AAAAAAAABuE/OJ6li_ibkN4/s72-c/tumblr_lw6oibKezd1r74hg4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-8222802562629820364</id><published>2011-12-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:32:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless you're falling for one, or guys are just intolerable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Boredom&lt;/strike&gt; Reasons Kill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oops, sorry, it was suppose to be Boredom KillS, but it's not like I can write Reasons Kills or Reason Kills, so it's kinda awkward here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, holidays, to be honest, it's kinda okay. Some parts were superb, definately, some parts boring, some normal. This week, I haven't really been going out with anyone but my family, but it's kinda awesome in some way. Cuz, you see, when school's on, I don't really get to go out with mom to random places like the post office and whatever in the morning, and go eat unnecessary meals. And siblings fights... It's annoying sometimes, alright, maybe it IS annoying, but hey, I won't be able to do that for too long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, that's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chillout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read more love stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-8222802562629820364?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/8222802562629820364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=8222802562629820364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8222802562629820364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8222802562629820364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/unless-youre-falling-for-one-or-guys.html' title='Unless you&apos;re falling for one, or guys are just intolerable'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1455477439164665921</id><published>2011-12-11T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:28:59.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beautiful streets of Taipei IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I said that I'm done with the Taipei review thing, but I'm dead bored now and well, maybe I'll just edit a little, and take my time to upload the pictures while I catch up with my really stupid drama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo... I think I skipped the Dan Shui part, I don't know, too lazy to check back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But lets start with Yang Liu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went there right after Yu Ren Ma Tou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHM9ZnQ4hKs/TuRyiLa1OII/AAAAAAAABrg/s6i_SkgJvhE/s1600/IMG_1277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHM9ZnQ4hKs/TuRyiLa1OII/AAAAAAAABrg/s6i_SkgJvhE/s640/IMG_1277.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That place was really effing cold, explains the coffee. It sucked, but to prevent myself from freezing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang Liu was basically stones and geology stuff, stuff that I'll probably never understand. But it was very beautiful, they preserved it pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMiuNIutbdc/TuRzBNrXFSI/AAAAAAAABro/JPNkgr0Lm7Y/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMiuNIutbdc/TuRzBNrXFSI/AAAAAAAABro/JPNkgr0Lm7Y/s640/IMG_1282.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we travelled by cab to Jiu Fen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLhq8QrJaMg/TuRzf4w8ofI/AAAAAAAABrw/UulO6jZlZH8/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLhq8QrJaMg/TuRzf4w8ofI/AAAAAAAABrw/UulO6jZlZH8/s640/IMG_1313.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think a scene from 那些年 was filmed here. That part when they led their wishing lantern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jiu Fen is a really really old street. A place where the miners have fun after work. Have fun, here, means to get wasted and go hit on prostitutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, they managed to keep that really old architecture and crap like that. Quite pretty. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last full day in Taipei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to SOGO and around centre Taipei, 101 tower and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and they have McCafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's one thing I'll always do when I'm out of the country:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Check out their airport toilets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. Travel in their taxis and buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Eat pork burger in McD's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. Go get some coffee from McCafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. Go search for stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsc3GmiJMO4/TuRzvfIAhXI/AAAAAAAABr4/lkLb6PqOsCI/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsc3GmiJMO4/TuRzvfIAhXI/AAAAAAAABr4/lkLb6PqOsCI/s640/IMG_1346.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And their coffees are damn cheap. Unlike this deadly place, a stupid cup of Starbucks costs freaking over 10 bucks. It's just Starbucks. Coffee packed in airtight packets. With a 100% automatic coffee machine. Crazy one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Their coffee, from any cafe is like Rm4-7, depends on the size and type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This latte above cost like 5 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SOGO wasn't open till 10am, so we went shopping in their groceries part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I was like OMFG all their food was imported from either Japan or Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Korea still ok lah, but 80%++ is from freaking Japan. They might as well just let the Japanese government rule Taiwan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uA_icvfDRvA/TuR0BG-mRFI/AAAAAAAABsA/PMsxKOsDfh0/s1600/IMG_1360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uA_icvfDRvA/TuR0BG-mRFI/AAAAAAAABsA/PMsxKOsDfh0/s640/IMG_1360.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lalalalalalalalala....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Macaroons. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4Vaa-Gq4rk/TuR0SMEForI/AAAAAAAABsI/XCOA3147H2I/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4Vaa-Gq4rk/TuR0SMEForI/AAAAAAAABsI/XCOA3147H2I/s640/IMG_1361.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ate this in Japan too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was like some cream puff, but instead of cream inside, it was ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Green tea, if you're wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8BgYHCvuJos/TuR0hVohuoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/dF9AGiIgDck/s1600/IMG_1362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8BgYHCvuJos/TuR0hVohuoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/dF9AGiIgDck/s640/IMG_1362.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ANPANMAN ANPANMAN ANPANMAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;アンパンマン!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I couldn't find Pororo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Anpanman is awesomer idc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoGcbh-A_uU/TuR008ZJ84I/AAAAAAAABsY/_EAnhquD_qE/s1600/IMG_1366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoGcbh-A_uU/TuR008ZJ84I/AAAAAAAABsY/_EAnhquD_qE/s640/IMG_1366.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Get this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before they open, they'll brief all their workers and they'll get into their lines to welcome and bow to the customers. Oh and before that, they'll serve tea to those who were waiting outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like those CEO you see in dramas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch was at the famous Ding Tai Feng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, theirs was wayyy better than the one in Pavilion or Megamall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And their menu had more variety. A bit pricey lah, but worth the wait and the money. Fyi, we had to wait for an hour to get our table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEaAkSp6Ac/TuR1EWrUg1I/AAAAAAAABsg/AtzMbHgqQ70/s1600/IMG_1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEaAkSp6Ac/TuR1EWrUg1I/AAAAAAAABsg/AtzMbHgqQ70/s640/IMG_1409.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Omg I'm missing it already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptBEEdTNlBc/TuR1WfvKvqI/AAAAAAAABso/FZ5tIE3KaV0/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptBEEdTNlBc/TuR1WfvKvqI/AAAAAAAABso/FZ5tIE3KaV0/s640/IMG_1414.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;超奇怪的。。。 他们很喜欢喝酸辣汤。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot how we got back to centre Taipei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But dad, sis and I went hunting for bubble milk tea while mom took the naggy bro back to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFayHqcU0IM/TuR1oNleJ2I/AAAAAAAABsw/DtTBORfn2XU/s1600/IMG_1419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFayHqcU0IM/TuR1oNleJ2I/AAAAAAAABsw/DtTBORfn2XU/s640/IMG_1419.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know Comebuy was from Taiwan. Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was like Chatime or something, just operated by locals who gives too much damn to act like Taiwanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Comebuy's Oolong bubble milk tea was heaven. Like HEAVEN. And their pearls. Their pearls have taste one. Tea, I think, but definitely way better than those you get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, Chatime's oolong also not bad lah... But they still have a lot to learn. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wN7HfdAZu4M/TuR12rKaHgI/AAAAAAAABs4/zE9S-0B7d40/s1600/IMG_1421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wN7HfdAZu4M/TuR12rKaHgI/AAAAAAAABs4/zE9S-0B7d40/s640/IMG_1421.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spent awhile watching the sunset from my hotel room balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So prettttyyyy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if Manhattan's summer sunset is any close to this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDGIMvBqVsE/TuR2EFqyqtI/AAAAAAAABtA/VyecNo46sD8/s1600/IMG_1425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDGIMvBqVsE/TuR2EFqyqtI/AAAAAAAABtA/VyecNo46sD8/s640/IMG_1425.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Manual focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that we walked to Xing Guan Shan Yue, but they had like 3 buildings altogether. Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3x20LbWXq0/TuR2hWUjSyI/AAAAAAAABtI/81QAaCPfFyI/s1600/IMG_1436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3x20LbWXq0/TuR2hWUjSyI/AAAAAAAABtI/81QAaCPfFyI/s640/IMG_1436.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Street performers and artists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They rocked man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbWatndGfdc/TuR26VV4n9I/AAAAAAAABtQ/WfjCriQJPek/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbWatndGfdc/TuR26VV4n9I/AAAAAAAABtQ/WfjCriQJPek/s640/IMG_1449.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It lit up the sky like a candle in a dark room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zCRpjlVwpc/TuR3KnhDY3I/AAAAAAAABtY/2bcvdnZjTw4/s1600/IMG_1454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zCRpjlVwpc/TuR3KnhDY3I/AAAAAAAABtY/2bcvdnZjTw4/s640/IMG_1454.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A freaking Christmas tree by freaking Tif&amp;amp;Co right under 101.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7zyg8bIEgQ/TuR3bKAqz0I/AAAAAAAABtg/fm0EZvSbYhI/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7zyg8bIEgQ/TuR3bKAqz0I/AAAAAAAABtg/fm0EZvSbYhI/s640/IMG_1457.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh this was slightly better than the first one I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not slightly... It's A LOT better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that was walk walk shop buy eat and walk more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to 诚品 before going back to the hotel and bought C's present. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TaoYuan International Airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crowded like frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRmOOWyi57E/TuR32toYHQI/AAAAAAAABto/-6TjjWP3xBQ/s1600/IMG_1478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRmOOWyi57E/TuR32toYHQI/AAAAAAAABto/-6TjjWP3xBQ/s640/IMG_1478.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, I saw some guy who looks exactly like Lee Min Ho in City Hunter at the security check. I was digging for my camera right when it was still on the conveyor belt like some mad woman. But fuck, he was walking too fast, towards another terminal, at the other end of the airport. Screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-451eI_ok0XA/TuR4LK1_hqI/AAAAAAAABtw/5YzdNACPslk/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-451eI_ok0XA/TuR4LK1_hqI/AAAAAAAABtw/5YzdNACPslk/s640/IMG_1497.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First time I've seen Porsche Design with my very own eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before that was all glossy pictures from magazines, news, articles and Millionaire Asia... And I was like WOWWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyspcjlVEBA/TuR4dLDfneI/AAAAAAAABt4/dtvqrVZ_Gug/s1600/IMG_1498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyspcjlVEBA/TuR4dLDfneI/AAAAAAAABt4/dtvqrVZ_Gug/s640/IMG_1498.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eeek...There was this super adorably Hello Kitty gift shops that sells things that cost a bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Japanese again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess this is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I promise, those random photos in random posts thing will still be on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1455477439164665921?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1455477439164665921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1455477439164665921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1455477439164665921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1455477439164665921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-beautiful-streets-of-taipei-iv.html' title='In the beautiful streets of Taipei IV'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHM9ZnQ4hKs/TuRyiLa1OII/AAAAAAAABrg/s6i_SkgJvhE/s72-c/IMG_1277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5501925153700046011</id><published>2011-12-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:29:57.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we Really living for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent the whole goddamn day thinking about life and what I haven't been through yet. I know, it sounds so &amp;nbsp;depressing. Reason, I've finished another Jodi P. book. About a girl, lady actually, doing wrong stuff, making mistakes and sucky decisions which changed her life into a roller coaster ride. But at least, at least she had the luck to love the right guy. No lawsuits this time. Just complicated medical terms from Mars or Venus, a young mother, and a guy who lacks realisation who vowed to climb every mountain in life together, and needed something to trigger the love they had for each other. I couldn't take it anymore so I cheated a little. I skipped to the last page when I was reading the last few chapters and that final page alone, made me cry like #^*($!@#&amp;amp;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4QPFKiX24M/TuNXKGo757I/AAAAAAAABrY/Qv3oSAlrwSM/s1600/IMG_1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4QPFKiX24M/TuNXKGo757I/AAAAAAAABrY/Qv3oSAlrwSM/s640/IMG_1198.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lol. It was to freaking windy. Even the dog had problem keeping his hair fabulous and kempt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Taken in Dan Shui. Needless to say where in Dan Shui. *winks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and just fyi, I'm giving up uploading pictures from Taiwan. Too damned lazy an ass to do it. Look, I'll just post random yet adorable photos in random posts. With caption and all. Best of both worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and I was just happily telling C: I found the second supply of macaroons in town. Me so freaking excited. It's just a few steps away from the first one I found few weeks ago. But this has more strange flavors. They had like durian macaroons. What's next? Celery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So... I was saying, my first supply is some strawberry juice shop near my violin studio. Yes, it's a juice shop. How cute right?! And the second one, I had dinner there, that's how I found out. It's a one-horse-town kind of shop. All snug and randomly decorated. Those tiny diners you see in small town American movies. They had old country songs playing from the hi-fi, tables and chairs all unmatched, inappropriate-sized shelves displaying irrelevant stuff. But, but, the weirdest part of the restaurant, they had really nice pictures of new York City and yellow cabs hanging on the walls. And, they serve scones. LOL! With earl grey summore. Talk about irrelevance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I forgot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I forgot how it used to be like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I forgot what I was expected to say or do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, we're just living in memories, hoping that time could heal everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the truth is, I don't think it ever will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were thought not to give up, but what if giving up was the only way to reduce the damage?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-5501925153700046011?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/5501925153700046011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=5501925153700046011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5501925153700046011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5501925153700046011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-are-we-really-living-for.html' title='What are we Really living for?'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4QPFKiX24M/TuNXKGo757I/AAAAAAAABrY/Qv3oSAlrwSM/s72-c/IMG_1198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7606802505400587287</id><published>2011-12-09T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:11:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I really want a pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My neighbours are away, to HongKong, I think. And they had this lady coming to their house to feed their dogs and water their plants. Then the dogs managed to sneak out yesterday, and she just didn't care to chase them back before she closes the gate. So those poor dogs just wondered around all day and night, and the rain was effing heavy last evening. So this morning, mom decided to let one in (we couldn't find the other one). The reason we didn't want to host them before, they scare the fuck out of Looney. Like seriously. They're really friendly, actually, but they get super curious when they see other animals. So normally, when they have the chance to get close to Looney, they'll make super cute sounds and start to sniff and lick him. And bunnies, they're not comfortable with loud noises and foreign smells. And the dogs would probably poo and pee all over the place and stuff like that. So yeah that's the reason. But she was all cold and wet and hungry this morning it melted my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And damn, Fluffy is so freaking cute and nice and obedient! Makes me want my own dog so much. I fed her human biscuits cuz I don't really have dog food and rabbit food is too effing expensive to be gobbled like that, and she did whatever I asked her to do. And now, she knows the rules, she's only allowed to be outside the house and she's suppose to go to the grass to eat... Oh, plus, she responds to my call. Every single time I call out her name, she'll dash to wherever I am. Unlike Mr. Looney BunBun who'll only come to me when he wants food. That pretender .She's adorable.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And I really really want a pet dog. A golden retriever would be nice. =) Too bad my dad's too stubborn to realise anything positive about dogs, or any other animal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get this. Everyone in the family but him was out of town for like a 2 days this week, and he was suppose to feed Looney. He didn't want to open the cage to get Loons' bowls to fill up the water and pallets cuz he was afraid Loons might burst out of the cage and flee, and he didn't want to get his princess hands dirty. This was his great plan: He poured water into Loons' water bowl with a watering can, and dropped Loons' bunny pallets one by one, through the gaps of the cage, into his food bowl. How brilliant!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just, I want a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7606802505400587287?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7606802505400587287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7606802505400587287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7606802505400587287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7606802505400587287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-i-really-want-pup.html' title='Now I really want a pup'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-2476796812867249998</id><published>2011-12-06T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:26:09.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beautiful streets of Taipei III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was late noon, we got daddy from his conference hall, and wiggled our way through the narrow stairs of the MRT station, got on a train that brings us to Xi Men Ding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiSFPpc53Mg/TtzX8Q9rLSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/SkO4XJflvcI/s1600/IMG_1023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiSFPpc53Mg/TtzX8Q9rLSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/SkO4XJflvcI/s640/IMG_1023.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay this picture looks... weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was the reflection of a piece glass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Xi Men Ding was basically shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But damn it was late autumn, meaning, they were all selling winter clothes... Wool and stuff, which obviously, isn't suitable to be wore here. So I didn't really buy much. Just kept eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I bought a really cute winter hat though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynUsEtHXKys/TtzYc5V8i6I/AAAAAAAABoY/cHK4FwOfvB0/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynUsEtHXKys/TtzYc5V8i6I/AAAAAAAABoY/cHK4FwOfvB0/s640/IMG_1024.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anpanman!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just if you don't know what's so special about this doll (I'd prefer figure), it's really famous now, in Japan, among toddlers and kids. It's kind of a hero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Something like Pororo in Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_-BBAUHXxs/TtzYuR2J1VI/AAAAAAAABog/UF8BPX55HVU/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_-BBAUHXxs/TtzYuR2J1VI/AAAAAAAABog/UF8BPX55HVU/s640/IMG_1025.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I actually wanted to just watch a movie and let the time past since I couldn't really find any suitable clothes to buy home, but the fuck, one movie ticket was like Rm30++ and I was like O.o... Bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So no movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ps: Photos I'm posting are random pictures of random stuff which I find interesting. I seriously have no patience to post everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYE8vHKB-Y/TtzZBYETrsI/AAAAAAAABoo/yUA8PREgQQ4/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYE8vHKB-Y/TtzZBYETrsI/AAAAAAAABoo/yUA8PREgQQ4/s640/IMG_1031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh this was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were advertising for some company, can't remember what company, but it was really smart. Everyone just had to stare a bit longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was lunch time (late lunch, actually).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv-pZSkFnPA/TtzZP4R2tyI/AAAAAAAABow/XoX39dklAnk/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv-pZSkFnPA/TtzZP4R2tyI/AAAAAAAABow/XoX39dklAnk/s640/IMG_1035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's this thing about so called 'hawker stalls' in Taiwan... Their all self serviced. No one's gonna come to your table to take your order, even the beverages, so one's gonna bring you food to your seat for you, and you have to go around the place to look for your cutlery and sauces. And in this case, the cutlery was in a drawer under the table and the sauces were in a little wagon at the back of the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2cClIQ8FeM/TtzZeKFaDPI/AAAAAAAABo4/xG35HvjLtIg/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2cClIQ8FeM/TtzZeKFaDPI/AAAAAAAABo4/xG35HvjLtIg/s640/IMG_1036.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This. THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was effing good no kidding. We ordered like God-knows-how-many plates and I doubt I'll ever have enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were also noodles, soup and stuff but... Was too hungry, so ignored the existence of my camera and my job as the photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YY8ZCKi7cKk/TtzZpqg2kuI/AAAAAAAABpA/m-jLXE6fcaA/s1600/IMG_1037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YY8ZCKi7cKk/TtzZpqg2kuI/AAAAAAAABpA/m-jLXE6fcaA/s640/IMG_1037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This tasted like milk... And I'm not a fan of milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, bout milk tea, I wonder how Taiwanese stand drinking them every single day. I got bored in less than a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UexUH-bmVLQ/TtzZ5LrffPI/AAAAAAAABpI/B5S2iJLhVok/s1600/IMG_1040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UexUH-bmVLQ/TtzZ5LrffPI/AAAAAAAABpI/B5S2iJLhVok/s640/IMG_1040.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I see underwears, I think of you, Siobhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrqH-pbtQtk/Ttzey63lnXI/AAAAAAAABpQ/6sXWoDUuhlI/s1600/IMG_1043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrqH-pbtQtk/Ttzey63lnXI/AAAAAAAABpQ/6sXWoDUuhlI/s640/IMG_1043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the beautiful streets of Taipei, I was standing at the end of a zebra crossing, waiting for my mom buying my brother is freaking robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went into some CD shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly Taiwanese artist, but of course, there was more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqCljNxxFlw/TtzfF1gllKI/AAAAAAAABpY/Dv7_W0E9PhU/s1600/IMG_1044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqCljNxxFlw/TtzfF1gllKI/AAAAAAAABpY/Dv7_W0E9PhU/s640/IMG_1044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;C, they had like a huge column for SJ and I thought it was quite cheap. Bout Rm20-30 for an official album. But I didn't know which one you have or which one you don't... So... heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puKLR0luy_w/TtzfaUMpsSI/AAAAAAAABpg/N9C8p9cXdtc/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puKLR0luy_w/TtzfaUMpsSI/AAAAAAAABpg/N9C8p9cXdtc/s640/IMG_1045.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey hey, before you say anything, I had to squeeze through a bunch of high school boys in their uniforms to snap this picture okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was another big column for SNSD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVRd6IJBqLw/Ttzfr9NPoVI/AAAAAAAABpo/NjYU5yTZmms/s1600/IMG_1046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVRd6IJBqLw/Ttzfr9NPoVI/AAAAAAAABpo/NjYU5yTZmms/s640/IMG_1046.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jay Chou had his own rack for God's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Movies, books, albums, concerts, posters... Just name it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And at the last column of his rack were books. Novels, of Taiwan dramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJJx9KPJUcQ/Ttzf9hzRQGI/AAAAAAAABpw/tIaZ08FqYgo/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJJx9KPJUcQ/Ttzf9hzRQGI/AAAAAAAABpw/tIaZ08FqYgo/s640/IMG_1047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AWWW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This drama rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, I passed by the cafe where Yang Chen Lin cried and all, thinking of his ex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that beach where Song Jie Xiu thought she was about to kill herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both along the road from Dan Shui to Jiu Fen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akcTDPEInMw/TtzgSYy8FkI/AAAAAAAABp4/1cvFOe6wE8Y/s1600/IMG_1050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akcTDPEInMw/TtzgSYy8FkI/AAAAAAAABp4/1cvFOe6wE8Y/s640/IMG_1050.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tian Bu La.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find it... Normal. Something like that bean curd thing you get everywhere in Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Korea's was better cuz they had that really really epic soup. That soup was so freaking sweet and... nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXZJ0yGB2Xo/TtzgkqldE4I/AAAAAAAABqA/XW6tS8fbwGc/s1600/IMG_1051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXZJ0yGB2Xo/TtzgkqldE4I/AAAAAAAABqA/XW6tS8fbwGc/s640/IMG_1051.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, this is the infamous Tian Bu La.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqiqgZbtXGs/Ttzg42Ht9HI/AAAAAAAABqI/QcRE7wBnrjw/s1600/IMG_1052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqiqgZbtXGs/Ttzg42Ht9HI/AAAAAAAABqI/QcRE7wBnrjw/s640/IMG_1052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah yeah, Taiwan, famous for it's Dou Hua, but seriously, you come and try the one in Ipoh's old town and you'll know what's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ipoh has the best tau fu fah. No doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAb4X4oF_tc/TtzhONWjG3I/AAAAAAAABqQ/gEJF8UAfPlQ/s1600/IMG_1053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAb4X4oF_tc/TtzhONWjG3I/AAAAAAAABqQ/gEJF8UAfPlQ/s640/IMG_1053.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heading out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we took a cab back to centre Taipei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Along the beautiful streets of Taipei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMnsXMiSUGc/Ttzhd7i-mJI/AAAAAAAABqY/6EdgnZB1c20/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMnsXMiSUGc/Ttzhd7i-mJI/AAAAAAAABqY/6EdgnZB1c20/s640/IMG_1056.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK THE WORLD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1YjBKQgQHY/TtzhqCKZPVI/AAAAAAAABqg/6r5kEc729Jc/s1600/IMG_1061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1YjBKQgQHY/TtzhqCKZPVI/AAAAAAAABqg/6r5kEc729Jc/s640/IMG_1061.JPG" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this is blur, so much noise ( I got not nice nice flash so I had to keep adding the ISO... MOM!!!! FLASH!!!), and my hair, or rather, the entire me was awful cuz I've been out from morning to night, and the one holding the camera was my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was cropped and edited and still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--7Yy5SeT9Ls/TtziEAFdibI/AAAAAAAABqo/GNz91PWwJSE/s1600/IMG_1065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--7Yy5SeT9Ls/TtziEAFdibI/AAAAAAAABqo/GNz91PWwJSE/s640/IMG_1065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is pretty disgusting too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carmen, there's a reason why there wasn't much photos of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom refused to touch the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoP3E3Mksw/TtziYr4euZI/AAAAAAAABqw/_CYn93LZ-qw/s1600/IMG_1071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoP3E3Mksw/TtziYr4euZI/AAAAAAAABqw/_CYn93LZ-qw/s640/IMG_1071.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eslite bookstore was a heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole stinking building of freaking books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever language, whatever type, whatever... I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just... They have like everything and anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That thing was so damn big we could just stay there for the whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we had dinner IN the bookstore and continued to book-shop after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkoKTAQVN0/Ttziot2gSII/AAAAAAAABq4/xB4GepHPMf4/s1600/IMG_1076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkoKTAQVN0/Ttziot2gSII/AAAAAAAABq4/xB4GepHPMf4/s640/IMG_1076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some normal Taiwan-style restaurant with a stupid name and a cat as it's logo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4wvSLEOAMs/Ttzi4TKs1tI/AAAAAAAABrA/smZTC85iImw/s1600/IMG_1080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4wvSLEOAMs/Ttzi4TKs1tI/AAAAAAAABrA/smZTC85iImw/s640/IMG_1080.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only dish I really adores was the cod fish. You don't really get to have cod fish in M'sia often. It's more like seasonal and it's not cheap either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This reminds me of Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was one evening we had shabu shabu for dinner and it was just cod fish and vege and udon. Perfect. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIzKG0s5Hj0/TtzjYzkz03I/AAAAAAAABrI/qIsE5Wry-jQ/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIzKG0s5Hj0/TtzjYzkz03I/AAAAAAAABrI/qIsE5Wry-jQ/s640/IMG_1092.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here, I end my third post on Taipei vacay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda miss that place now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-2476796812867249998?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/2476796812867249998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=2476796812867249998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2476796812867249998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2476796812867249998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-beautiful-streets-of-taipei-iii.html' title='In the beautiful streets of Taipei III'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiSFPpc53Mg/TtzX8Q9rLSI/AAAAAAAABoQ/SkO4XJflvcI/s72-c/IMG_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7840800449508513019</id><published>2011-12-03T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:21:08.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas I gave you my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough of the post-Taiwan-vacay enthusiasm for a little while and lets focus on the present and future now, instead of the past. The second week of the holidays is coming to an end. How depressing. Thinking about Christmas, it being a time's-up warning bell, reminding me to patch up all those stuff left undone, telling me to get my list ready for another brand new year and to make sure my heart is prepared for whatever that's coming for me. I remember, those days, Christmas meant having a nice satisfying dinner out on Christmas Eve and coming home to sit on the couch cozy snug with my family, all excited to watch a touching movie, then munching tidbits by the sliding door with wine and sparkling juice, waiting for the arrival of Christmas day. We stayed in a little single storey house with a small porch barely enough to have a proper pond, but at least I felt closer to them then I ever did. Now... Okay, it's probably not as bad as it sounds, probably it's just the signs of me growing up and all... I mean, people can't be forever babies right... wtf am I trying to say here? Ugh, nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, here I am, all alone in the study, with the desktop turned on, talking to my cousin, blogging and listening to old Christmas songs all alone. Gosh this sounds really sad. What I don't have are nine cats sitting by my side and leaning on me. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh btw, Ours' music video is out! And I almost, almmooosttt cried at the end...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7840800449508513019?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7840800449508513019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7840800449508513019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7840800449508513019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7840800449508513019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-christmas-i-gave-you-my-heart.html' title='Last Christmas I gave you my heart...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-627877389034013278</id><published>2011-12-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:32:19.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beautiful streets of Taipei II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After sleeping at about 2am the night before, we woke up early, and well, went out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't really remember where we went for breakfast but it was ZhongXiao East Street I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's really near to the hotel so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ya8ouQbJfA/TtjWdcCAbTI/AAAAAAAABkA/w8M1oOd0gLk/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ya8ouQbJfA/TtjWdcCAbTI/AAAAAAAABkA/w8M1oOd0gLk/s640/IMG_0866.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took this from the hotel balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4T8oEYAGlM/TtjXRqs84ZI/AAAAAAAABkI/9ncMqS2SkHU/s1600/IMG_0874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4T8oEYAGlM/TtjXRqs84ZI/AAAAAAAABkI/9ncMqS2SkHU/s640/IMG_0874.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bellavita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The building was breathtaking. So were the prices of those handbags they sold there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NWO9cCsJAI/TtjXlbPQE4I/AAAAAAAABkQ/tek2U3dIJuc/s1600/IMG_0877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NWO9cCsJAI/TtjXlbPQE4I/AAAAAAAABkQ/tek2U3dIJuc/s640/IMG_0877.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw my Cayennes EVERYWHERE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every single day, in Taipei City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 in 5 traffic lights, I'll see one. And it was bliss~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGhI-c6rIrc/TtjYTTOKUmI/AAAAAAAABkY/zXT2UM7h0PQ/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGhI-c6rIrc/TtjYTTOKUmI/AAAAAAAABkY/zXT2UM7h0PQ/s640/IMG_0881.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This thing was... nice... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCT5vN381c4/TtjYk7GAbCI/AAAAAAAABkg/6bxhwBrGnvk/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCT5vN381c4/TtjYk7GAbCI/AAAAAAAABkg/6bxhwBrGnvk/s640/IMG_0887.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We actually went there for the soy milk. I have the picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I actually took a picture of almost EVERYTHING I saw, but you know lah, Streamyx being a bitch and all... And my laziness... forgive me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then after that we walked to the MRT station and took one to the zoo. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taipei Zoo, you're so freaking cute. The entire zoo was adorable, so were the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was 8 something and we had to crash with the working crowd. Dammit it was really crowded that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The counters were all packed, so we helped ourselves with one-time tickets from the machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmO2Mt3Qsq4/TtjY3ZSsfVI/AAAAAAAABko/kSBFAvpO_Rk/s1600/IMG_0893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmO2Mt3Qsq4/TtjY3ZSsfVI/AAAAAAAABko/kSBFAvpO_Rk/s640/IMG_0893.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ermm... so... here's a glimpse of the ticket. It's actually a plastic coin, if it's not obvious enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8efwBtuNtE/TtjZYD1C3jI/AAAAAAAABkw/_um058VXC5c/s1600/IMG_0899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8efwBtuNtE/TtjZYD1C3jI/AAAAAAAABkw/_um058VXC5c/s640/IMG_0899.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The train was so packed it looked like it'll boom anytime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And just compare it with a Saturday morning train:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1smpfUCVDf4/TtjoLJ3asfI/AAAAAAAABoI/UwKrpLjND4A/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1smpfUCVDf4/TtjoLJ3asfI/AAAAAAAABoI/UwKrpLjND4A/s640/IMG_1019.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At least here you can see the aisle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYGjaRni5IA/TtjZuZK3v3I/AAAAAAAABk4/c5eD9fMt6Xc/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYGjaRni5IA/TtjZuZK3v3I/AAAAAAAABk4/c5eD9fMt6Xc/s640/IMG_0900.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even the elevator was &amp;amp;(^)$*(@#...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had to switch line to some other line... heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBvfuj5Y6YA/TtjaCtSMFQI/AAAAAAAABlA/axIH8p3NYy8/s1600/IMG_0903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBvfuj5Y6YA/TtjaCtSMFQI/AAAAAAAABlA/axIH8p3NYy8/s640/IMG_0903.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Nana in the train to Taipei Zoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Frankly, I have hundred over pictures that were taken in the zoo... and I am not capable of uploading them all unless someone get me Unifi like NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHzzfIS2h8I/TtjaWx43rBI/AAAAAAAABlI/KPmsRzvcBbM/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHzzfIS2h8I/TtjaWx43rBI/AAAAAAAABlI/KPmsRzvcBbM/s640/IMG_0911.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hedwick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Their nocturnal animals part was superb. They actually manipulated the animals' bio clock so they were really active during daytime... No need night safari anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NT6RQ9_Ygus/TtjapNLJuhI/AAAAAAAABlQ/_vQmlP3GKI0/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NT6RQ9_Ygus/TtjapNLJuhI/AAAAAAAABlQ/_vQmlP3GKI0/s640/IMG_0919.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This thing had a purpose... I didn't finish reading the signage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHrM-ox4xZo/Ttja8QbJAJI/AAAAAAAABlY/y61A1jaLw40/s1600/IMG_0923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHrM-ox4xZo/Ttja8QbJAJI/AAAAAAAABlY/y61A1jaLw40/s640/IMG_0923.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KOALA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are so freaking cutteee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J429XKgNyis/TtjbOvomndI/AAAAAAAABlg/bNdJjBeJV94/s1600/IMG_0926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J429XKgNyis/TtjbOvomndI/AAAAAAAABlg/bNdJjBeJV94/s640/IMG_0926.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The train-bringing-you-around-the-zoo was just stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsX0UERHQG4/Ttjblo75dvI/AAAAAAAABlo/g3JrhYtvXSs/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsX0UERHQG4/Ttjblo75dvI/AAAAAAAABlo/g3JrhYtvXSs/s640/IMG_0931.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Penguins... and I thought of Pororo... Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZvDyNmmLeY/TtjburlroeI/AAAAAAAABlw/QcHLPSUodj0/s1600/IMG_0937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZvDyNmmLeY/TtjburlroeI/AAAAAAAABlw/QcHLPSUodj0/s640/IMG_0937.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taiwan super lag one... they only start having maple leaves after mid December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was just... A luck one... Wth right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Japan by now, all leaves gone d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vea57ECLjNI/TtjcGblaw4I/AAAAAAAABl4/qwPcBaKmRrA/s1600/IMG_0942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vea57ECLjNI/TtjcGblaw4I/AAAAAAAABl4/qwPcBaKmRrA/s640/IMG_0942.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SEE! Oh my shit, early December and they still had flowers. Lavender summore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftqkh90r_c0/TtjckRGM-lI/AAAAAAAABmA/OnA0WTqA-6E/s1600/IMG_0945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftqkh90r_c0/TtjckRGM-lI/AAAAAAAABmA/OnA0WTqA-6E/s640/IMG_0945.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Elephant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Believe it or not, it was just standing like 2 feet away from me... I had to move back to snap this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htYvDBXAgQU/Ttjc949QgfI/AAAAAAAABmI/tv8XOuKkqJg/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htYvDBXAgQU/Ttjc949QgfI/AAAAAAAABmI/tv8XOuKkqJg/s640/IMG_0954.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG their kindergartners were so freaking cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those two kids sitting in the hippo's mouth... Aww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRGOAJFwEcA/TtjdHmiuHXI/AAAAAAAABmQ/opkmvVLB2HE/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRGOAJFwEcA/TtjdHmiuHXI/AAAAAAAABmQ/opkmvVLB2HE/s640/IMG_0962.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bro insisted on McD's and I had... this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was just normal mini-swiss roll but hell they were too cute for you to not buy them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that we walked to some cable car station to some really windy mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I really have problem remembering the names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDW0pyXNFWc/Ttjdd8kiT_I/AAAAAAAABmY/76Dq0UnT224/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDW0pyXNFWc/Ttjdd8kiT_I/AAAAAAAABmY/76Dq0UnT224/s640/IMG_0966.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;一般垃圾 LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Specific right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So damn specific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;==''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-botfPOjDsiQ/Ttjd2kob5QI/AAAAAAAABmg/mAMlJ8D8O0A/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-botfPOjDsiQ/Ttjd2kob5QI/AAAAAAAABmg/mAMlJ8D8O0A/s640/IMG_0968.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That mountain is call Mao Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So weird lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But the view from the cable car was amazing. You could almost see the whole Taipei. Except for a certain part blocked by a little hill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XfIsMOzWN4/TtjeTyIQaEI/AAAAAAAABmo/b5NlxEJKobM/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4XfIsMOzWN4/TtjeTyIQaEI/AAAAAAAABmo/b5NlxEJKobM/s640/IMG_0979.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took a lot, and I mean A LOT, of unnecessary photos, but how can one just ignore views like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbt4_bOMiZs/TtjfBhDm6MI/AAAAAAAABmw/J6Ea8UOHa1s/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbt4_bOMiZs/TtjfBhDm6MI/AAAAAAAABmw/J6Ea8UOHa1s/s640/IMG_0980.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just look. They should film a movie here or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or MV's!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2D6dVris874/TtjfY29cm6I/AAAAAAAABm4/gOfRHs0TyRY/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2D6dVris874/TtjfY29cm6I/AAAAAAAABm4/gOfRHs0TyRY/s640/IMG_0986.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nice right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;101 is so freaking tall...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA30usrPyrY/TtjftDBV_0I/AAAAAAAABnA/wnLd56Ohg9A/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA30usrPyrY/TtjftDBV_0I/AAAAAAAABnA/wnLd56Ohg9A/s640/IMG_0992.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holy shit the peak of the mountain was really cold. The temperature was fine, but the wind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then mom said that place was famous for its tea. So we went to have tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQM3mr1BX_A/Ttjf578zB4I/AAAAAAAABnI/85m1cqGlz80/s1600/IMG_1004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQM3mr1BX_A/Ttjf578zB4I/AAAAAAAABnI/85m1cqGlz80/s640/IMG_1004.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fWf77DpaOU/TtjgE2g507I/AAAAAAAABnQ/zHn2TZpwSEA/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fWf77DpaOU/TtjgE2g507I/AAAAAAAABnQ/zHn2TZpwSEA/s640/IMG_1005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ever seen a traditional pro making tea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lol... joking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's just making tea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gF-xMkRede4/TtjgT6vv7DI/AAAAAAAABnY/B0y3sSy2UHA/s1600/IMG_1011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gF-xMkRede4/TtjgT6vv7DI/AAAAAAAABnY/B0y3sSy2UHA/s640/IMG_1011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how I ended up focusing on the effing vege...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzSgdTr2IiM/Ttjggi9tRlI/AAAAAAAABng/c3-dMR7EbJI/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzSgdTr2IiM/Ttjggi9tRlI/AAAAAAAABng/c3-dMR7EbJI/s640/IMG_1008.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh he's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like those Ah Pek you see in movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4lHaTBvERI/Ttjg1hduaSI/AAAAAAAABno/x7rAUCz5zv8/s1600/IMG_1013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4lHaTBvERI/Ttjg1hduaSI/AAAAAAAABno/x7rAUCz5zv8/s640/IMG_1013.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of a sudden, my bro went all emo and down... All because tea and mushrooms didn't suit him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a brat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iULlcUdUyX0/TtjhK8X0L1I/AAAAAAAABnw/JE56CQ9gJkE/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iULlcUdUyX0/TtjhK8X0L1I/AAAAAAAABnw/JE56CQ9gJkE/s640/IMG_1016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know, the floor of the cable car was a huge piece of glass... But it was pointless cuz under us was just... trees and bushes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then after that we went back to the city centre to meet dad after his conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZVDtR-xpKI/Ttjhhgo1QpI/AAAAAAAABn4/RLjvbhWM3Sg/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZVDtR-xpKI/Ttjhhgo1QpI/AAAAAAAABn4/RLjvbhWM3Sg/s640/IMG_1018.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SO HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-627877389034013278?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/627877389034013278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=627877389034013278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/627877389034013278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/627877389034013278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-beautiful-streets-of-taipei-ii.html' title='In the beautiful streets of Taipei II'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ya8ouQbJfA/TtjWdcCAbTI/AAAAAAAABkA/w8M1oOd0gLk/s72-c/IMG_0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6209339727239770628</id><published>2011-12-01T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:52:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beautiful streets of Taipei I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been to several International Airports, and none of them, I mean none, is as pretty as KLIA. I mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TK-3JH2WKxM/TtcY-KJL7FI/AAAAAAAABiw/Lk5nBHOkggE/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TK-3JH2WKxM/TtcY-KJL7FI/AAAAAAAABiw/Lk5nBHOkggE/s640/IMG_0809.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1-GxwhWn0w/TtcZlqhGktI/AAAAAAAABi4/-14sJbZc2yY/s1600/IMG_0824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1-GxwhWn0w/TtcZlqhGktI/AAAAAAAABi4/-14sJbZc2yY/s640/IMG_0824.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey look who's still advertising for Tour Taiwan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was evening and we went straight to center Taipei, where our hotel was located, checked in, washed up, and took a cab to RaoHe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE11jXa_Yyk/TtcaSw548qI/AAAAAAAABjA/-gH3XCstqus/s1600/IMG_0831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE11jXa_Yyk/TtcaSw548qI/AAAAAAAABjA/-gH3XCstqus/s640/IMG_0831.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And look what I saw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the beautiful streets of Taipei, a Proton Gen 2 (is it ah?) vrooming gracefully and fiercely like a Jaguar roaming free in the Sahara deserts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, it's a freaking Proton you know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6MTpLMAdBs/Ttca39E9UVI/AAAAAAAABjI/LARBUdY6J_4/s1600/IMG_0836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6MTpLMAdBs/Ttca39E9UVI/AAAAAAAABjI/LARBUdY6J_4/s640/IMG_0836.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can never understand the joy of eating Taiwanese sausages. They're like... plastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hVfoSlvxMo/Ttcbk_sEPCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/HedgvfI7dug/s1600/IMG_0845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hVfoSlvxMo/Ttcbk_sEPCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/HedgvfI7dug/s640/IMG_0845.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't remember their names, but the one with peanut was really nice. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have like another 8-10 pictures of street food we ate but please forgive the laziness in me. The line's so effing slow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OHH and their dogs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pet dogs are so common there till they're allowed to bring them into MRT's or any other public enclosed places. So cool right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And they dress their dogs up in the cutest outfits ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWRDp1I9PMU/TtccJBC8VbI/AAAAAAAABjY/_kd1X9CKVaw/s1600/IMG_0842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWRDp1I9PMU/TtccJBC8VbI/AAAAAAAABjY/_kd1X9CKVaw/s640/IMG_0842.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at these two girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were like... fierce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't stop barking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WXb9n9jpQ4/TtcczVOJaKI/AAAAAAAABjg/ePzBN5BYxd8/s1600/IMG_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WXb9n9jpQ4/TtcczVOJaKI/AAAAAAAABjg/ePzBN5BYxd8/s640/IMG_0848.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See what I said about frying everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwuh0Nn6zK0/TtcddD6L6eI/AAAAAAAABjo/7nUwVK3x3R4/s1600/IMG_0853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwuh0Nn6zK0/TtcddD6L6eI/AAAAAAAABjo/7nUwVK3x3R4/s640/IMG_0853.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUNNIES!!!! They come in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pink and black ears, in tiny little cages...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I almost melted on the spot... Dying of cuteness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KmIuexpTtQ/Ttcee7NV0VI/AAAAAAAABjw/XtMch9wk_Pc/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KmIuexpTtQ/Ttcee7NV0VI/AAAAAAAABjw/XtMch9wk_Pc/s640/IMG_0832.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was how it actually looked like from... far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quite amazing actually, the lights and all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And during my first daily visit to Seven Eleven, I saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BxcoKOildyQ/TtcfHKqM0MI/AAAAAAAABj4/llhO2WQAbLE/s1600/IMG_0857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BxcoKOildyQ/TtcfHKqM0MI/AAAAAAAABj4/llhO2WQAbLE/s640/IMG_0857.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was like OMFGOMFGOMFG RM3+ only I'm gonna fucking drink this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I FREAKING MISS JAPAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6209339727239770628?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6209339727239770628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6209339727239770628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6209339727239770628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6209339727239770628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-beautiful-streets-of-taipei-i.html' title='In the beautiful streets of Taipei I'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TK-3JH2WKxM/TtcY-KJL7FI/AAAAAAAABiw/Lk5nBHOkggE/s72-c/IMG_0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-4494830423772905797</id><published>2011-12-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:01:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people, I'm back. If you're wondering, I was in Taipei for the past few days, for... Erm there was no specific reason. I just went there, with my family, and well, visited a few places and ate, like a lot. Pictures coming soon I promise. But I haven't decide if they're gonna be on FB or here. We'll see lah. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I guess this post is gonna be a review of the magnificent city of Taipei, without photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FLIGHT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To- The flights was okay, but the food... If I wasn't starvingly hungry, I'd probably throw everything out the window (yes I'm aware that there's no way I can open the freaking window). And someone really needs to teach the air hostess the difference between Coke and freaking Pepsi. 我说我要可乐你干嘛给我Pepsi??? “它们不都一样吗？” 废话！要不然两个都叫可乐好了啊！妈的你。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fro- The food was way better. Still not as good as Cathay, but at least you don't have that constant urge to slaughter the person who cooked it. BUT, the flight back was just awful. Probably cuz the pilot was Malaysian, and he was like... Old. Omg this reminds me, last year, coming back from Tokyo, there was this Captain Edward from Aussie flying my plane and he was like HOT! Seriously, when he appeared on the screen, everyone was like... O.o "I'll feel alright if I die in the hands of this lovely guy..." ;) Back to the flight coming back from TaoYuan I.A., he took like 30 minutes to set up and the taxi part took forever. And there's this thing about me, I can't fall asleep, no matter how heavy my eye lids are, unless the plane takes off. But boom, this pilot flies like a snail. And there was this super freaking scary turbulence when we were passing the &amp;nbsp;Philippines Islands. He did warn us about it but it was really scary. And I had to pee. So imagine: You're on a plane and it was so bumpy you thought you were going to die, and the clouds outside were just grey and gloomy, and you really needed to pee. This was just sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOTEL: AWESOME! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TRANSPORT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We traveled mainly in taxis and MRT's (捷运). Their service was really good, efficient. The Chinese way. And I think it's considered quite cheap. Cheaper than S'pore taxis, confirm. And Taiwan patrol is definitely more expensive than those in S'pore. And needless to say, their MRT is awesome as ever. Similar to HK's. Just bleep your card and move with the crowd. Even little kids know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PEOPLE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sales people were really nice and friendly. And their service, omg, so freaking good I tell you. All you had to do was request and boom, you're the queen. Most of the citizens are quite helpful, but some of the older generations are still kinda grumpy and well, Chinese. But what I can never tolerate is that annoying voice those Taipei girls deliberately make when they talk. I think it was suppose to be cute but I find it rather disgusting and... just annoying. I don't get why anyone would want to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taiwan fashion was just... Japanese. All their clothes come from Japan, well most of them lah. And the way they dress, their hair, their make up and their style was really really Japanese. In fact, it wasn't just the fashion. Even in the entertainment industry, they're still J-Pop. They still watch cute cute Japanese dramas. Their manufacturing industry was totally Japanese. They sell miso soup in their neighbourhood restaurants for God's sake. They serve wasabi in seafood restaurants. So cute right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WEATHER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Warmer than I expected, but still okay. Bout 20 degrees during day time, bout 18 during night. Their mountains just began to snow 2 days ago. So I guess the temperature is dropping everyday now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FOOD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Edible. Not superb, I don't really fancy their street food. They fry a lot, but they don't really get fat cuz they walk a lot. Imagine if you eat their street food everyday in Malaysia, you die of obesity for sure. A huge piece of fried chicken, some chips and a large cup of bubble milk tea and that's lunch already. And those people there are constantly eating. No kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CURRENCY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was just crap... Our currency is about RM1 to NT$10, but shitass lah, you can't even get a nice bowl of Ramen with NT$100. I feel like a freaking beggar there. All our proper meals costed about RM200. More or less. And we ate like middle class restaurants. They spend at least RM30 for a freaking movie ticket. Currency is an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatelse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, the city was awesome. Seriously. And plus, I used to be a super fan of Taiwan dramas, and when I was there, I kept seeing places I've seen on my TV screen. It was quite fun, trying to remember which scene was taken here, who had been sitting on the same bench I was sitting on, who was standing there, saying what, to who... ie. That beautiful street in JiuFen they filmed 那些年, some really cozy cafe where 林晓如 and her ex used to go in 醉后决定爱上你, and that beach where she 'killed herself'... These are the more recent ones lah... The place was basically just beautiful and well, Taipei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and best of all, their import taxes are really low, meaning, you see great cars EVERYWHERE. There was this Saturday when they didn't need to work, I saw like an entire lane of sport cars lining up at some traffic light junction. &amp;nbsp;And I didn't have my camera with me cuz I was just out to get more junk food. =='' I realised they really loooove Cayennes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah... That's about it. Just... Wait for the pictures. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-4494830423772905797?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/4494830423772905797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=4494830423772905797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4494830423772905797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4494830423772905797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/12/picture-perfect-memories.html' title='Picture perfect memories'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7819311243110783694</id><published>2011-11-22T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:06:50.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaroons and croissants</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Let the rain wash away my sanity...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7819311243110783694?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7819311243110783694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7819311243110783694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7819311243110783694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7819311243110783694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/macaroons-and-croissants.html' title='Macaroons and croissants'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6224036048961143616</id><published>2011-11-21T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:23:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the day dims</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe this, November is ending soon. Real soon. I can still remember how hyped I was on the first day of the month, cuz November being November, I know it's gonna treat me really well. And my hypothesis was right. It's just pretty potong that the second best month (the best best month being September) of the year is prepared to depart form my life. But the best is yet to come. I can sense it. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6224036048961143616?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6224036048961143616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6224036048961143616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6224036048961143616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6224036048961143616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/until-day-dims.html' title='Until the day dims'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1507604401268014916</id><published>2011-11-20T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:03:29.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She sat by the window, rested her head on the icy cold glass as she watched the silhouette of the city flows by from the corners of her eyes. Just when she was sinking deeply into a pool of thoughts, her phone buzzed, bringing her back to reality. She mouthed the words on the screen of her Blackberry: &lt;i&gt;Tonight, 7pm, Four Seasons, don't be late. Love you! -Alex&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She sighed, and forced her eyes close. Alex, her so-called boyfriend, was supposed to be her prince charming, all because his family business was to keep a world-wide car industry alive, and hers was to produce enough microchips for the entire planet. They were the It Couple for almost 3 years now, but the chemistry between them was weaker than the phone connection at the peak of Mount Everest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slowly, she sauntered towards her closet, made her way through the narrow aisle between the wooden shelves full of glittering dresses, and halted right in front of her brand new pink one shoulder gown from Barneys New York. She made a rather slow pirouette as her eyes scanned the room and the contents hanging gracefully in the shelves - her masks. Those dress were what that defined who she was, or rather, who she was expected to be. Those sparkling and expensively designed pieces of cloths drew a thick boundary between the true, authentic her and the fabulous princess the city regarded her as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was only sixteen and decided that she was tired of all the dramas reality surprised her with. Living in a world full of expectations and regulations was more tedious that she thought it would be. She knew nothing about the guy she dated for years but had no courage to even hang out with the boy she knew everything about. She had no idea how people would gossip if she went out with a boy from a neighbourhood school he walks to every morning while almost everyone she knew went to a famous private school in Rolls Royce's and Porsche's. She pretended she was delighted to receive a Cayman on her sweet sixteen when all she wanted was a decent dinner with her forever-busy parents. She acted as if reputations and parties were all she cared about when she silently cried herself to sleep every night, thinking of what she really did and was suppose to do with her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone knew how lucky she was to be born in such wealthy society, everyone knew how envious they were of her just because her boyfriend bought her the latest Gucci that was sold out the first day it was launched, everyone knew how happy she looked when she laughed to the jokes told in the most exclusive party of the year... But no one, nobody knew how she felt inside - when all she needed was warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1507604401268014916?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1507604401268014916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1507604401268014916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1507604401268014916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1507604401268014916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/inside.html' title='Inside'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5104778935512902557</id><published>2011-11-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:12:44.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>正 :)</title><content type='html'>Conclusion: Dramas make me laugh. My brain and emotion waves moves more when I'm watching them. Do no, you don't get stupid due to drama overdose. I refuse to agree with this saying. They just can't see all these art in dramas. The humor, the ideas, the creativity in them... So awesome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day to go. It's Friday tomorrow, and it's gonna be an awesome one. I swear. I'll make it awesome. I don't know how, since I have like my blardy piano lesson tomorrow, but I'll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know what the hell is wrong with my but I'm so high now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-5104778935512902557?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/5104778935512902557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=5104778935512902557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5104778935512902557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5104778935512902557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='正 :)'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-2332489299692593943</id><published>2011-11-16T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:25:50.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time machines are just merely memories and dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-via TUMBLR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memories, they take us back to where it all started, to the parts that we cherish so much we'd replay the scenes again and again in our heads. They haunt us a lot, but believe it or not, we are who we are because of them. They were lessons, and the best teachers we could ever have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dreams, they bring us infinity and beyond. They'll take us to places we call &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;, they show us who we really are, and what we really want. Most of them remained secrets, or worse, unrealized, cuz the thought of us wishing for something that may not have even the slightest chance of coming true scares us. But dreams are what that keeps the world spinning, with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time machines, they really exist, and it's in every one of us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to go. Happiness fills my heart every time this thought comes into my mind. I'm still not one hundred percent sure of what I'll do when school's out, but hello, at least school's OUT. And there's nothing better than that. Agree right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to someone about my plans for the future today, and it's like... a great big blank. I hate myself for that. What's so hard about finding a dream? Searching for my own passion is certainly not rocket science but why on earth, I still have no idea about it? I envy those people we see in movies, it's like they've always known what they were born for since they learned to talk in complete sentences. I know, this may be super rare in reality, but why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just wish that I know what I really want... Then I'd save all the trouble and time I've wasted to find whatever I've been looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-2332489299692593943?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/2332489299692593943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=2332489299692593943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2332489299692593943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2332489299692593943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-machines-are-just-merely-memories.html' title='Time machines are just merely memories and dreams'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7435238064102996243</id><published>2011-11-07T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:11:01.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When fantasy and reality intertwines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since when fairytales don't make sense to me anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh I don't know. Maybe they never did. They sound kinda stupid now, and it's depressing that my mind refuses to accept the possibility of the existence of magic. Maybe I should write some short novel with fantasy as its theme. Train up my damned brain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7435238064102996243?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7435238064102996243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7435238064102996243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7435238064102996243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7435238064102996243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-fantasy-and-reality-intertwines.html' title='When fantasy and reality intertwines'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3043319987935518205</id><published>2011-11-06T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:06:11.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story - I LOVE BARNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever want to say IDK without sounding stupid? Say this: I hesitate to articulate in fear I may deviate upon the highest degree of accuracy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heyya peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Sunday and happy Monday-is-a-public-holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, Monday being a PH should be listed in the 1000 Awesome Things list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like SHOULD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... We went photoshooting at the Old Town bridge last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No it was more like my mom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMR_pUQalvo/TrYwEJ6HiHI/AAAAAAAABgM/uV_v5spRE18/s1600/IMG_0654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMR_pUQalvo/TrYwEJ6HiHI/AAAAAAAABgM/uV_v5spRE18/s640/IMG_0654.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seems so magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pure lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycsyEP3Tc-k/TrYw9fGP5mI/AAAAAAAABgc/McsZhbjlT6A/s1600/IMG_0674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycsyEP3Tc-k/TrYw9fGP5mI/AAAAAAAABgc/McsZhbjlT6A/s640/IMG_0674.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was almost dark then, but how weird, the sky looks especially blue at the time of the day, in photos, only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CugTU2Ew7Y/TrYwhadjThI/AAAAAAAABgU/irHEd7CEYVU/s1600/IMG_0673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CugTU2Ew7Y/TrYwhadjThI/AAAAAAAABgU/irHEd7CEYVU/s640/IMG_0673.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the way the lights sparkle in the photos, extraordinary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1IePBzMfbvI/TrYxb7rOptI/AAAAAAAABgk/xVRTkMAP7io/s1600/IMG_0691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1IePBzMfbvI/TrYxb7rOptI/AAAAAAAABgk/xVRTkMAP7io/s640/IMG_0691.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is super random but... This is kinda my favourite dish in PapaRich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most palatable one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, their milk tea lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TODAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBEGrxDk9eM/TrYzi0Bns3I/AAAAAAAABgs/sQZpxu42ucs/s1600/IMG_0722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBEGrxDk9eM/TrYzi0Bns3I/AAAAAAAABgs/sQZpxu42ucs/s640/IMG_0722.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I found in a corner in my garden!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clovers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wild clovers, to be precise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So freaking pretty righttt!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish the entire garden is covered with them, and I'd lie on my stomach, on them, and read some novel under the morning sun. LOL just kidding. I'm not that crazy. Yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7En3evMzio/TrY0Uy0H65I/AAAAAAAABg0/vl_vMP3CHEA/s1600/IMG_0720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7En3evMzio/TrY0Uy0H65I/AAAAAAAABg0/vl_vMP3CHEA/s640/IMG_0720.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha it's quite amazing though, they just appeared from no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know, that dark red pot at the right part of this photo, yeah there used to be a cactus in it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USED to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freaking dried up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the hell right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ9NxSvnpn8/TrY1m1Pt1NI/AAAAAAAABg8/bhoRJ4Ti1m8/s1600/IMG_0745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ9NxSvnpn8/TrY1m1Pt1NI/AAAAAAAABg8/bhoRJ4Ti1m8/s640/IMG_0745.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, my love, is my current ICU patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got into a fight with his brothers, got hurt, was dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me, the mighty self-made-vet saved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UtEUdqbNsI/TrY14JpBF5I/AAAAAAAABhE/Crb30kNWE_o/s1600/IMG_0751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UtEUdqbNsI/TrY14JpBF5I/AAAAAAAABhE/Crb30kNWE_o/s640/IMG_0751.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This can pass for a cover of some sonata book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tarry vs. Viovio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5km_XrBFtI/TrY2jdFqd5I/AAAAAAAABhM/DeDDiopfGA4/s1600/IMG_0746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5km_XrBFtI/TrY2jdFqd5I/AAAAAAAABhM/DeDDiopfGA4/s640/IMG_0746.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihOxkYlE-Oo/TrY2-GS-5VI/AAAAAAAABhU/ltv-QwTr7Mc/s1600/IMG_0789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihOxkYlE-Oo/TrY2-GS-5VI/AAAAAAAABhU/ltv-QwTr7Mc/s640/IMG_0789.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Viovio wins!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's still prettier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzbVOQBuSDo/TrY4UWS1uII/AAAAAAAABhc/6jDxP3DXK-k/s1600/IMG_0755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzbVOQBuSDo/TrY4UWS1uII/AAAAAAAABhc/6jDxP3DXK-k/s640/IMG_0755.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn I really &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; need a macrolens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXF_vJ9-oQ/TrY4hx9LrHI/AAAAAAAABhk/jii5ATuRAgg/s1600/IMG_0756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXF_vJ9-oQ/TrY4hx9LrHI/AAAAAAAABhk/jii5ATuRAgg/s640/IMG_0756.jpg" width="592" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my Kim NaNa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNT2MYKMOiM/TrY42SZ4aJI/AAAAAAAABhs/17MiQVsqOqY/s1600/IMG_0761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNT2MYKMOiM/TrY42SZ4aJI/AAAAAAAABhs/17MiQVsqOqY/s640/IMG_0761.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Correction: Miniature Kim NaNa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhksQfWja6I/TrZL-SCvCjI/AAAAAAAABh0/33Vw9SXKBPg/s1600/IMG_0782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhksQfWja6I/TrZL-SCvCjI/AAAAAAAABh0/33Vw9SXKBPg/s640/IMG_0782.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hungry like a staved dino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3043319987935518205?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3043319987935518205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3043319987935518205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3043319987935518205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3043319987935518205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-story-i-love-barney.html' title='True Story - I LOVE BARNEY'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMR_pUQalvo/TrYwEJ6HiHI/AAAAAAAABgM/uV_v5spRE18/s72-c/IMG_0654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1689414768404527581</id><published>2011-11-04T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:35:18.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned, bridges burned to the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi1QSYpgHQ8/TrPoGglkCrI/AAAAAAAABf8/TF-gn6EScBk/s1600/DSCN3280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi1QSYpgHQ8/TrPoGglkCrI/AAAAAAAABf8/TF-gn6EScBk/s640/DSCN3280.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memories...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They live in your heart, silently and constantly reminding you what things used to be like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It stabs you right in your chest when things get too simple or complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to it, you know exactly what you really want and what you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It can both strengthen and weaken you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some sucks and they're the last thing you want to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You try your very best to bury them, deep in your heart and let reality and the presence over shine them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is, no matter how hard you try, they're like this fine thorn in a bed of cotton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can never ignore their existence completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz they make you &lt;i&gt;you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They make your soul a &lt;i&gt;soul&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are just simple evidences that you're actually human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This week passed quickly and steadily. Like a ship sailing in the high seas when the water is calm. No turbulent, no complication. Two short weeks left till the holidays and I'm dreading its arrival. I don't know if it's a want or a need, or a mixture of both, I really think I should take a long long break from everything. I never thought being who I am now, doing what I'm doing now can be so tedious. I just wished I have a genie that is capable of anything and everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Inspired by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nJzBcKM3ZIE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PS: I'm really really fascinated by tigers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1u9Hp1DPaXM/TrP35_kVEQI/AAAAAAAABgE/HXSVKbK_yyk/s1600/tumblr_ltvw5oODnq1qzado8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="596" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1u9Hp1DPaXM/TrP35_kVEQI/AAAAAAAABgE/HXSVKbK_yyk/s640/tumblr_ltvw5oODnq1qzado8o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They're nothing like what they're assumed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Give them a chance to prove you wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Give them a chance to rule the jungles again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1689414768404527581?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1689414768404527581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1689414768404527581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1689414768404527581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1689414768404527581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/11/lessons-learned-bridges-burned-to.html' title='Lessons learned, bridges burned to the ground'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi1QSYpgHQ8/TrPoGglkCrI/AAAAAAAABf8/TF-gn6EScBk/s72-c/DSCN3280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-8121341640098527585</id><published>2011-10-30T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:27:38.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'd do to have you here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have like tons of pictures in mind to be uploaded, but I'm too lazy to pick and edit and wait for them to be uploaded, so here are two really simple pictures takes yesterday morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrG4NvF5qyY/Tq0jtqmNCQI/AAAAAAAABfs/uibmXf_-QkM/s1600/IMG_0595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrG4NvF5qyY/Tq0jtqmNCQI/AAAAAAAABfs/uibmXf_-QkM/s640/IMG_0595.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I pass this road everyday, after school and damn, the T junction looks really amazing from far, but you'll have to get out from the car to take a nice picture of it. I was too lazy so I just snapped this while waiting for the traffic light to turn green.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's weird how something you see everyday can be so pretty and no one notices it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJFGNoiv_ww/Tq0kKngAAyI/AAAAAAAABf0/ovku4ts72QQ/s1600/IMG_0608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJFGNoiv_ww/Tq0kKngAAyI/AAAAAAAABf0/ovku4ts72QQ/s640/IMG_0608.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This looks so... artistic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't finish the whole thing... Till now. I don't know why, my hands gets really painful and tired after 2-3 bars... Oh no, these ain't bars... What do you call it? Chains? wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey it's Monday tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-8121341640098527585?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/8121341640098527585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=8121341640098527585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8121341640098527585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8121341640098527585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-id-do-to-have-you-here.html' title='What I&apos;d do to have you here...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrG4NvF5qyY/Tq0jtqmNCQI/AAAAAAAABfs/uibmXf_-QkM/s72-c/IMG_0595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3497353197829552558</id><published>2011-10-29T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:12:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of both world? Bullshit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I've been trying really hard to learn this all afternoon, then gave up at 5pm to go out for tea, which leaded to dinner, and... now... :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0ZkGbg42530" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They're really creative in the sense that they mixed Wedding Dress with That Should Be Me, for the background melody. Who in the world would thought of putting these two songs together?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda wrong to say that I managed to play as good as that guy, but I didn't fail lah kay... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Considering the fact that I haven't really seriously tried sing-play on the piano. But it's like... freaking hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No kidding, by the time I get my chords and lyrics together, I have no more space in my brain for the background melody, and my sis was like 'WTH are you trying to do really?' and when she listened to the video, she went like 'Oh... You didn't make sense...' Wtf right... So yeah, it was hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I thought... Hey, how nice is this. The way music can bond two souls together. Two individuals, linked by a few chords and tons of feelings. The power of music, never, ever underestimate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So today's topic is kinda:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CLASSIC vs. MODERN aka Contempt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Classic wins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, it wins no matter what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably cuz I've poured so much sweat and tears and time and money into it. And classic has more quality and requires more skills. No doubt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean you don't really have to be a pro if you wanna do modern, you just needa play and flow with the quo. It's more about blending your feelings and your senses into music. It's basically just playing with chords, and getting the harmony right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But classics, you can't do it without skills. No way. You need practice, time, and a whole bunch of experience to master original Bach or Scarlatti. You need to know how to read ancient music language and play it. No sixth sense, no transposing, no fancifying the harmony, just read and pour it all out on the keys. You have no right to change it. Unless you think you're greater that any of those composers, which you aren't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Classics is super harsh. But it's the harshness that gives value to it. That's why it's worth boasting for when you master Turkish March. No one would clap if you say 'Hey hey I know how to play My Heart Will Go On.' Cuz everyone can do it. Blindfolded. Mind my sarcasm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT, there's this thing about classics students. We don't have that I-know-what-chord-goes-next instinct. And it really sucks, a lot. I can never play along with pop songs the first time I hear it. I mean, I can do the melody, but I'll have to think really hard and use try-and-error method to fit my bass in. I can never know what to do with my left hand without needing to apply my theory knowledge. It's all rules and this-must-go-with-this law for me. Maybe that's why I'm still so taken back with guitar. I'm not confident that I can just strum along with songs I hear in the car. And my dad thinks I fail as a piano student. To him, it's all by ear and by sense, to me, it's all by score written hundred over years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, so, there's a really clean boundary between these two styles. And I still adore classics so go away if you're thinking of changing my mind. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3497353197829552558?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3497353197829552558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3497353197829552558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3497353197829552558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3497353197829552558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/best-of-both-world-bullshit.html' title='Best of both world? Bullshit.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0ZkGbg42530/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-8985584249022965258</id><published>2011-10-29T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:57:26.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundary between beautiful and ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVPztk-byOc/Tqt2oaMDErI/AAAAAAAABfk/n_72245PyiU/s1600/Daily+Encounter+Bagan+Panchor+dd20111009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVPztk-byOc/Tqt2oaMDErI/AAAAAAAABfk/n_72245PyiU/s640/Daily+Encounter+Bagan+Panchor+dd20111009.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This uncle is so freaking awesome lohh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wish my dad was like him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dad is kinda hopeless with cameras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, he sucks in everything that involves art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah maybe I'm boasting and all, but I have a little bit of photography potential in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just sayin... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-8985584249022965258?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/8985584249022965258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=8985584249022965258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8985584249022965258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8985584249022965258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/boundary-between-beautiful-and-ugly.html' title='Boundary between beautiful and ugly'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVPztk-byOc/Tqt2oaMDErI/AAAAAAAABfk/n_72245PyiU/s72-c/Daily+Encounter+Bagan+Panchor+dd20111009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1896927539426009317</id><published>2011-10-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:15:43.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just, when I kill someone, they're suppose to stay dead.</title><content type='html'>- Damon Salvatore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agJnHEUJRS8/Tqq0T6htOgI/AAAAAAAABe0/060yvZiiXV4/s1600/IMG_8633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agJnHEUJRS8/Tqq0T6htOgI/AAAAAAAABe0/060yvZiiXV4/s640/IMG_8633.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in love with this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom took it, she's AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1896927539426009317?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1896927539426009317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1896927539426009317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1896927539426009317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1896927539426009317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-just-when-i-kill-someone-theyre.html' title='It&apos;s just, when I kill someone, they&apos;re suppose to stay dead.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agJnHEUJRS8/Tqq0T6htOgI/AAAAAAAABe0/060yvZiiXV4/s72-c/IMG_8633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6170218186501599279</id><published>2011-10-27T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:08:17.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit pause and think</title><content type='html'>It's not what we can do in life, sometimes the choice is not ours to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day to the official end of my finals. My feelings now: I really wanna get on a flight to somewhere else right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get on this:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGUzCe0gHnE/TqkG56XuVUI/AAAAAAAABeg/U9PYhrmsnMw/s1600/IMG_3835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGUzCe0gHnE/TqkG56XuVUI/AAAAAAAABeg/U9PYhrmsnMw/s640/IMG_3835.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6 oclock in the morning, look out the window, and all you see is this:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZuR9gEiY5Y/TqkHOKtq1xI/AAAAAAAABeo/BqLn_9kUTbA/s1600/IMG_3830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZuR9gEiY5Y/TqkHOKtq1xI/AAAAAAAABeo/BqLn_9kUTbA/s640/IMG_3830.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plane rides suck. No kidding. That feeling when the wheels leave the runway, the 5 second heart attack you get when it touches down, that freaking cushion that smells like oh I don't know, the way people kinda panic when there's a slight turbulent, the food (eww), and of course, their washroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What about the washroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Males and females share washrooms, which mean you get guy-pee on the toilet bowl cover all the time, the water pressure of the tap is so small it takes ages to actually wash your hands thoroughly, and the toilet flush. THAT FREAKING FLUSH IS SO POWERFUL IT CAN SUCK ME INTO THE SEWAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm serious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So my normal routine: Pee, wash my hands, do whatever I wanna do, close the toilet bowl cover, unlock the doors, press the flush button with left hand while my right hand stands by at the door, dash out of the washroom the second the button is pressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So plane rides suck. Un-negotiable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG if you're any reader of Xia Xue's blog, go check out her new video. Her teeth are super perfect right now! Goodness I'm dead jealous. I want model teeth too!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6170218186501599279?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6170218186501599279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6170218186501599279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6170218186501599279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6170218186501599279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/hit-pause-and-think.html' title='Hit pause and think'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGUzCe0gHnE/TqkG56XuVUI/AAAAAAAABeg/U9PYhrmsnMw/s72-c/IMG_3835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7991616880568512548</id><published>2011-10-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:42:43.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a minute - remember the old days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-via Tumblr-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was actually pumping circular formulae into my brain, and boom, it kinda stopped working, and I realized it wouldn't work anymore, doing maths, I mean. Ever had that sudden frus when your brain shut down during maths? Yeah it sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the last official week of my form 4 finals. Quite fascinating. I mean, think about it, in a year, I'll be one of those people who are now freaking out about their damned SPM. There were a few times, I questioned myself about the significance of this exam. It's wayyyy important for me to screw up, if I wanna stay here, or go to places like Singapore and blablabla, which I have about zero interest in. Lets make it clear, I'd rather stay here than study in Singapore, let alone living there. And if I decide to go to private colleges, the only contribution SPM is gonna give me is some scholarship. And like we all know, the way they give scholarships, it's like me trying to give away money to beggars. Straight A's and they give you like... what... 4 or 5k?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*shakes head&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So whaddup with that SPM-determines-your-life thingy? I don't know. But I'm dead sure I'm gonna make sure it'll be perfect. Never know when I'm gonna need that stinking cert. Ah why did I even start talking about this...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*clock shows 10.00pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my god. One more month. One more freaking month till school's out. You can't possibly imagine how happy I get when I think about my life in less than 30 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Book to bury my soul in - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drama to be insane with - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vacay - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Music schedule - I hate this, but... check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lazy buddy - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;New playlist - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things-to-do-in-case-I-get-bored - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Money - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work out schedule - check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fun laughter happiness - triple check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now... What else do I need? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right, a boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I'll just mentally date Lee Min Ho or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYJ_ZDSRZqw/TqbDqJcBQOI/AAAAAAAABeQ/y91JjiOAt7A/s1600/more-lee-min-ho-photos-from-city-hunter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYJ_ZDSRZqw/TqbDqJcBQOI/AAAAAAAABeQ/y91JjiOAt7A/s1600/more-lee-min-ho-photos-from-city-hunter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is kinda... Hawt...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think he was wearing that stupid pink pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh what is fucking wrong with the stylist???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ONeHeSy_e0/TqbDrHmQLdI/AAAAAAAABeY/E5lM0MANsgc/s1600/Minho-in-City-Hunter-lee-min-ho-23160727-450-675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ONeHeSy_e0/TqbDrHmQLdI/AAAAAAAABeY/E5lM0MANsgc/s1600/Minho-in-City-Hunter-lee-min-ho-23160727-450-675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Typical Korean...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's sooooo pretty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is he even qualified to be called a guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I really doubt that he's a dude. Seriously. Korean guy stars are... pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course the girls also lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRETTY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah they do plastics and shit like that, but I don't care. They're pretty. That's all that matters in the 21st century. Plastics was created for a reason. So just STFU already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I've gotta stop before I lose my sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is just... Hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's fakkkeeeee!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I knew what to say then. The right thing, of course. But what difference will it make? I wish I could just wash you away, like a bad hair day. But maybe this is what that makes life interesting, leave me dreading for tomorrow. I want everything to just stop, right now, so I can have all the time I want to think, to measure everything, to do the maths so every action will be worth the profit, but then it's not called life anymore. The decisions we make, right on the spot, &lt;i&gt;impromptu&lt;/i&gt;, can be the worse ones ever, but it'll always find its way to unwind the situation. No matter how tangled up things get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is something I've been trying really hard to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Have faith. It's all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Cuz everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7991616880568512548?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7991616880568512548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7991616880568512548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7991616880568512548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7991616880568512548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-minute-remember-old-days.html' title='Take a minute - remember the old days...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYJ_ZDSRZqw/TqbDqJcBQOI/AAAAAAAABeQ/y91JjiOAt7A/s72-c/more-lee-min-ho-photos-from-city-hunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3257177811184603291</id><published>2011-10-21T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:13:50.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell the world I'm comin home</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm freaking happy right now, I have no explanation. I can't believe it's November in 10 days. November, people. Fall, vacay, fun, happiness... My heart practically leaps when I think about it. November spells awesome. Admit it. Damn I'm so hyped about the schools-out-and-there's-nothing-that-can-change-the-fact-that-I'm-gonna-have-fun idea. I mean, yeah, you can brag about school actually being a little nice cuz you see your friends and shit like that. But what's wrong with making friends away from school... Like seriously. Wake up at 6.30am just to... Ah fine whatever... It's just, school sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And holidays are all I'm living for right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And food, I need food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, ciao. Till next time, amigos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3257177811184603291?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3257177811184603291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3257177811184603291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3257177811184603291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3257177811184603291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/tell-world-im-comin-home.html' title='Tell the world I&apos;m comin home'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1368546537565893865</id><published>2011-10-20T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:11:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players</title><content type='html'>In your own fact, and be someone else's fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit Pretty Lil Liars Halloween's special is freaking the shit outta me. Ali kinda came to life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that fucking cruelty happening in China, those people owe humanity an apology. Just bury their souls and put up a freaking grave stone for everyone of them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to being actually human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtq2OTb4Nc/Tp_VjGJtkGI/AAAAAAAABeI/zxsOAbw8auM/s1600/IMG_4351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtq2OTb4Nc/Tp_VjGJtkGI/AAAAAAAABeI/zxsOAbw8auM/s640/IMG_4351.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh there they are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh My God Nami Island is so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1368546537565893865?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1368546537565893865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1368546537565893865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1368546537565893865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1368546537565893865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-worlds-stage-and-all-men-and-women.html' title='All the world&apos;s a stage and all the men and women merely players'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOtq2OTb4Nc/Tp_VjGJtkGI/AAAAAAAABeI/zxsOAbw8auM/s72-c/IMG_4351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-8026417331274211064</id><published>2011-10-14T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:03:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam's a bitch. But I'm bitchier, sucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The thing about photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need mascara and glossies to be called beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kB0a-gDvKKs/Tpg60IDXSyI/AAAAAAAABdU/3tb8Ohtzckw/s1600/IMG_0304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kB0a-gDvKKs/Tpg60IDXSyI/AAAAAAAABdU/3tb8Ohtzckw/s640/IMG_0304.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x93-_GToZlc/Tpg7P1T089I/AAAAAAAABdc/ljIOJLcIfSQ/s1600/IMG_0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x93-_GToZlc/Tpg7P1T089I/AAAAAAAABdc/ljIOJLcIfSQ/s640/IMG_0384.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dSxkGdT7b4/Tpg7mWyxd9I/AAAAAAAABdk/zyS57JWWyt0/s1600/IMG_0487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dSxkGdT7b4/Tpg7mWyxd9I/AAAAAAAABdk/zyS57JWWyt0/s640/IMG_0487.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HrqgJdZXUnY/Tpg8IxhR3gI/AAAAAAAABds/aDm6r7WBPvo/s1600/IMG_0543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HrqgJdZXUnY/Tpg8IxhR3gI/AAAAAAAABds/aDm6r7WBPvo/s640/IMG_0543.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aw this poor thing was choking on something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBJn80KHsEs/Tpg82o-3olI/AAAAAAAABd4/9m4FgyBlwZw/s1600/IMG_0270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBJn80KHsEs/Tpg82o-3olI/AAAAAAAABd4/9m4FgyBlwZw/s640/IMG_0270.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All I did this week was... books and exams and more books and a little bit of 10pm panicking over unrevised subjects...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, come on, a life of a teenager can't be THAT boring. It's an insult, you know, you be stuck with such stuff on a nice beautiful October.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorta dreading for November. And of course, my lovely-as-always December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where's a time machine when you need it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdEoeQdk_20/Tpg9LF0gDaI/AAAAAAAABeA/HaD7IYxMAlw/s1600/IMG_0569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdEoeQdk_20/Tpg9LF0gDaI/AAAAAAAABeA/HaD7IYxMAlw/s640/IMG_0569.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You see what I see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cloud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awesomeness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, November and December is so gonna be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-8026417331274211064?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/8026417331274211064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=8026417331274211064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8026417331274211064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8026417331274211064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/exams-bitch-but-im-bitchier-sucker.html' title='Exam&apos;s a bitch. But I&apos;m bitchier, sucker.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kB0a-gDvKKs/Tpg60IDXSyI/AAAAAAAABdU/3tb8Ohtzckw/s72-c/IMG_0304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3173448838336692581</id><published>2011-10-09T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:00:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The norm factor</title><content type='html'>There's this problem with people. I'm talking about Asians, or rather Malaysians. It's not YOUR problem, neither it's mine. In fact, it's just something so normal to us that we don't really realize it. And how I came to notice it? When I was in bed, one night, after some gossiping about, well, you don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We suck in accepting stuff that are not the norm. It's like, we assume stuff that are gonna happen, stuff people are gonna do, and when things doesn't turn out like what we predicted, boom we start talking and whispering. Somehow, we don't really allow people to be different, do we? No. I guess it's our norm - we are too used to the norm that things are not in our comfort zone freaks us out. Again, it's not your fault, neither it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because we don't want people to judge us. Maybe it's because we don't like people to go against our wills. Maybe it's because we're just simply not used to it. We stare and criticize when we see punk people with green hair and dog collars walking by, gays being... gays, wannabe's speaking some weird language... Well, people don't really have to please us all the time, do they? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to everyone: The 21st century is amazing because of the difference in everyone. It's dead hard, to accept something that we're not exposed to, but hey, it's all about getting away from your comfort zone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's this hilarious video, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MI99t9k4aEE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3173448838336692581?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3173448838336692581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3173448838336692581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3173448838336692581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3173448838336692581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/norm-factor.html' title='The norm factor'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MI99t9k4aEE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-339229043609884551</id><published>2011-10-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:20:33.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know the words once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Going though some old songs and damn, BLG still rocks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwNw7dEPzp4/TpBWGVPWZDI/AAAAAAAABdQ/OpUfnFgYsM4/s1600/great.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwNw7dEPzp4/TpBWGVPWZDI/AAAAAAAABdQ/OpUfnFgYsM4/s640/great.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here's a little tour down memory lane:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your harmony to the melody, it's echoing inside me head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You voice was the soundtrack of my summer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing you say today is gonna bring me down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't understand that anything can happen when you take a chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once in a lifetime, means there's no second chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been perfect, but neither have you... I've learned to hide so well, pretending someone can come and save me from myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Laugh it off and let it go, when you wake up it will seem so yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The day we met was like a hit and run, and I can still taste it on my tongue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cause everything you do the words you say, you know it all takes my breath away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-339229043609884551?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/339229043609884551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=339229043609884551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/339229043609884551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/339229043609884551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-words-once-upon-time.html' title='You know the words once upon a time...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwNw7dEPzp4/TpBWGVPWZDI/AAAAAAAABdQ/OpUfnFgYsM4/s72-c/great.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-8059488649910610082</id><published>2011-10-08T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:44:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to never say never?</title><content type='html'>Oh IDK, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never be a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;Not a good one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to come to me and tell me how much the world owes him or her, I'd punch 'em till they lose all their teeth. And I'll definitely over-charge. I mean, I risk my sane-ness to talk to you, crazy-person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never be a famous, good-hearted, honest doctor.&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to come to me, all worried because they had been sneezing or having fever for like 2 days, I'd ask them to swallow some aspirin and get the fuck out of my clinic and save themselves some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never be a translator.&lt;br /&gt;All those 'You're like a rose blooming in the fierce winter, a drop of ale in a drought. You're my string of hope when life fails me. You rank above oxygen in my pyramid of needs.'&lt;br /&gt;Will become 'I need you, now fuck me already.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never be an archaeologist.&lt;br /&gt;Digging bones and ancient-ancient books and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Why would people actually do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be a love-therapist.&lt;br /&gt;Go solve your own problems, sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on, but goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-8059488649910610082?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/8059488649910610082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=8059488649910610082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8059488649910610082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8059488649910610082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-happened-to-never-say-never.html' title='What happened to never say never?'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6954048102270170328</id><published>2011-10-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:50:57.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just have to be strong enough</title><content type='html'>Lol. Got an email from PSPA, about a casting call for some scenes, and it made me laugh:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxgmail_quote" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxgmail_quote" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;Extra Talents Needed : (1) Multiraces [Malay(10), Chinese(35), Indian(5)] - 50 pax&amp;nbsp;- male &amp;amp; female&amp;nbsp;- aged 16-50&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxgmail_quote" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;- with "kampung2 look", instead of urban style looking&amp;nbsp;Note : chinese have to look like "wong fei hong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxgmail_quote" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxgmail_quote" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wong Fei Hong... HAHAHAH!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right... so... yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry can't really blog now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2K of mails to read and delete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skype to attend to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FB profiles to check out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dramas to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff to Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6954048102270170328?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6954048102270170328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6954048102270170328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6954048102270170328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6954048102270170328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-just-have-to-be-strong-enough.html' title='You just have to be strong enough'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5100045718041669594</id><published>2011-10-02T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:17:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anhydrous Calcium Chloride</title><content type='html'>This is suppose to make me feel like studying... Frankly, my mind, like always, is wondering around the entire globe, slowing down it's pace at everything it passes by, except for books. Books... Gosh even the name itself sounds shitty. I've been trying super hard to tell myself that books are awesome, they're so freaking sexy. Being smart is sexy too... But who the hell am I kidding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chop down thousands and millions of trees every day just to make these stupid piles of brick-like object... It's just that you can't really flip open a brick... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah... When my parents presume that I'm studying, here I am, in this very room, tapping away like a pro secretary... Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna watch a movie or something... I did study ahhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and AB, you suck. And I have lesson tomorrow... I don't know how am  I gonna explain to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S2KFEA6TIoo/Tog6FpDbCsI/AAAAAAAABdM/qQkzfCv0uZU/s640/blogger-image-2103450921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S2KFEA6TIoo/Tog6FpDbCsI/AAAAAAAABdM/qQkzfCv0uZU/s640/blogger-image-2103450921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-5100045718041669594?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/5100045718041669594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=5100045718041669594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5100045718041669594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5100045718041669594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/anhydrous-calcium-chloride.html' title='Anhydrous Calcium Chloride'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S2KFEA6TIoo/Tog6FpDbCsI/AAAAAAAABdM/qQkzfCv0uZU/s72-c/blogger-image-2103450921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-4594361555561987089</id><published>2011-10-01T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:31:35.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A potion for the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you willing to draw a moustache on your finger as a conversational ice breaker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boyfriend is at home playing with a toy train and you don't see me bitching about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Amy, The Big Bang Theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smaller the train, the more concentrated the excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Sheldon, The Big Bang Theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was lonely and vulnerable from missing his girlfriend, and I was charming and supportive and face it, in this dress, the perfect combination of Madonna and whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Amy again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to walk this earth knowing Barney squeezed my boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Lily, How I Met Your Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday is in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today you have a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever is up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Ryan, Kev, Chester, Victor, D-Trix, JD and Andrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are two very different people so conversation gets a little tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Bernadette, The Big Bang Theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sticks and stones may just break bones, but the wounds from words never heal. Especially when its the words we hope we never read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Gossip Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets catch up, take our clothes off and stare at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Chuck Bass, Gossip Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan. I'm so much more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FML. Fierce Magical Leprechauns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Ryan Higa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that I'll feel like shit after giving in, but sometimes, it's like I do it just to get myself hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Me, watching Bridesmaids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fuckin' love Bentley(s) and there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be or not to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Whoelse? My lover, duhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's more fun to be a pirate than to join the navy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Stevie Jobsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just watch my wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Leilockheart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonderstruck, the start of something magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Taylor Swift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were five, they ask us what we want to be when we grow up... Now that we are grown up, they want a more serious answer. Well, how about this, WHO THE HELL KNOWS?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Jessica, Eclipse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I hear your voice, it's drowning in a whisper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Simple Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Lewis Carroll, Alice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11.11- Make a wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Paris Hilton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biggest obstacle of happiness: Undervaluing what you have and overvaluing what other have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Damn Right Tweets, #DRT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a dream, I was king. I woke up, still king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Eminem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This took me an hour plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't Google or Bing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All from the mind of mine and some inspiration from Twitter and Tumblr and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play iSketch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-4594361555561987089?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/4594361555561987089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=4594361555561987089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4594361555561987089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4594361555561987089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/10/potion-for-soul.html' title='A potion for the soul'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-8649992341499004254</id><published>2011-09-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:36:15.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken hypothesis</title><content type='html'>It's true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more we expect, the higher chance we'll be let down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The higher the expectations the bigger the fall, the bigger the disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, you can be positive, the expectations can become rather a motivation, but hey, it's true that not everything turns out the way you want them to. Of course not. Sometimes, I wish someone would help me live my life for me, and I just lie there sleeping and watching everything flow by. Ah how wonderful, yet pointless, I know. But at least... Nevermind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever got excited over something, something someone promised to do for you, something that was suppose to happen, something you thought you deserved, and well, you are just all jumpy and happy about it, dreading for it to arrive. And on the moment it was suppose to happen, BOOM, it didn't. You heart, the fire that was just beginning to grow, just blew off. Puff, and the mood graph goes all the way down, until it crosses the x-axis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the most shitty feeling in the world. And you just feel like pulling the trigger at the person who caused it all, or the reason that stopped it from happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhtNOf-gwNM/ToXgyc8P7sI/AAAAAAAABdA/uuPULsUU4Y0/s1600/twit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhtNOf-gwNM/ToXgyc8P7sI/AAAAAAAABdA/uuPULsUU4Y0/s1600/twit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SEE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I realise this post is getting lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too distracted with TVD and GG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-8649992341499004254?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/8649992341499004254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=8649992341499004254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8649992341499004254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/8649992341499004254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/unspoken-hypothesis.html' title='Unspoken hypothesis'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhtNOf-gwNM/ToXgyc8P7sI/AAAAAAAABdA/uuPULsUU4Y0/s72-c/twit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5732332760342832584</id><published>2011-09-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:13:58.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're a part of something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jnXTNSbI9w/Tn8LmUEzAMI/AAAAAAAABc8/sEvu-ViBBmk/s1600/IMG_9764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jnXTNSbI9w/Tn8LmUEzAMI/AAAAAAAABc8/sEvu-ViBBmk/s640/IMG_9764.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe all you've gotta do is trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe all you've gotta do is believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe all you've gotta do is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's a simple reason behind all complicated stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You just have to hold on long enough to discover it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-5732332760342832584?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/5732332760342832584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=5732332760342832584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5732332760342832584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5732332760342832584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-youre-part-of-something.html' title='When you&apos;re a part of something.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jnXTNSbI9w/Tn8LmUEzAMI/AAAAAAAABc8/sEvu-ViBBmk/s72-c/IMG_9764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3696965628856786415</id><published>2011-09-24T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:41:51.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for it</title><content type='html'>It's almost midnight and I just got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I felt like I drank a dozen of beer yesterday this morning. And afternoon was like ' shit. Fuck everyone' ... &lt;br /&gt;Then it became laughing and snapping pictures of random stuff, which led to awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd proudly announce that tonight was simply legendary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the damned cable virus shit ruined a little part of it, but what's important was that they did take the trouble to help us. &lt;br /&gt;It's the heart that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I'm dead tired now I don't even plan to unpack my stuff... Nights. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3696965628856786415?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3696965628856786415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3696965628856786415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3696965628856786415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3696965628856786415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/wait-for-it.html' title='Wait for it'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7127723919612162748</id><published>2011-09-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:52:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou hath bewitched the bosom of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL! This looks so funny on a blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I mean the title, btw.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was suppose to be romantic and all, but with these kitties moaning so someone could fuck them, it ain't gonna work. Gosh, just shut up already. It's mating season... Hahahaha! Wait... What's so funny about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woohoo, Sheldon and Penny are officially back. Aw I missed your genius languages. =) and that forever-undone lift, and Sheldon forever knocking three times on Penny's door.&lt;br /&gt;You can't ruin friendship with sex. It's like ruining an ice cream with chocolate sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7127723919612162748?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7127723919612162748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7127723919612162748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7127723919612162748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7127723919612162748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/thou-hath-bewitched-bosom-of-mine.html' title='Thou hath bewitched the bosom of mine.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3059003245874989554</id><published>2011-09-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:42:48.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Beercules</title><content type='html'>Barney, Marshall, Ted, Robbin, Lily, and Lily's baby is back!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay gosh I'm so fucking happy now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha Barney said he was the creator of FB. And he's wooing Nora again. Aw, I love it when he was with Robbin. I mean, the way they dance, the way the have sex when they're about to fight over something, the way they high-5, the way they finished each other's sentence.&lt;br /&gt;And Ted's 'It's pros and cons time!'&lt;br /&gt;And Marshall got a jooobbbb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling gang of fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you can't talk yourself into falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;-Ted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided.&lt;br /&gt;Being together with a guy best friend is not the best choice to make.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be-just-friends than being with him and breaking up after that and losing one of the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be just friends with someone you like only sucks the life out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3059003245874989554?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3059003245874989554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3059003245874989554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3059003245874989554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3059003245874989554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-can-call-me-beercules.html' title='You can call me Beercules'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6837598630572556978</id><published>2011-09-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:43:53.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routines suck</title><content type='html'>I really, desperately need something new in my life.&lt;div&gt;It was like... This morning, when I realized than my life had become so super boring and well, flat. It's like playing 16 bars of semi-quavers of the same pattern on a freaking harpsichord. I know right, EWW! It's not that I don't like my current routine, but I'm not really in love with it either. I just need something new, alright? Like a trill somewhere, or an appoggiatura, and a little bit of modulation here and there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait... Why the hell am I describing my life with musical metaphor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, maybe it's because I had been doing terribly in violin and theory these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I haven't touched the pieces due this thurday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or MAYBE it's because I didn't get my freaking results today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I think it must be the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pissed alright. Stupid money sucking AB, what is wrong with doing everything via internet? Can you guarantee that the certs will be here early huh? No right? I thought so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so back to lame-life thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I really need to know more people. I mean, the friends, real FRIENDS, not just another name in my phone, I made this year was like... less than 10? Oh shit I'm so anti social. And the places I have been to this year... Oh God, I haven't went overseas this year. Not yet. Thank God I have November and December to burn. I held no parties this year. I haven't really been to a super cool party where you get super wasted and meet super cool people this year. And all I wanted was to get that freaking result. Screw AB.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see... All I did this year was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music. Movies, hell yeah I watched almost ALL the award winning ones. Travel back and forth, those 2 places I call my second homes, island and SJ. Go online and Skype with random people. More online. Photography, I've improved dearly, okay, shut up. Blog. Read blogs, XX!. Short gym. Eat. Gossip. Scheme. Pets. Figuring out what to do with my future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even find a book worth wasting my money on. Oh yes I did, Mini!!! Mini rocks. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found a super nice coffee shop worth going to... That goes in the record idc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote 3 journals, and they're so ready to go into the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get fat. Yay me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ignored people I'm best off without. Super YAY! It's nice, that I'm able to control my switch now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mastered my allegro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still suck in jazz. Shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a new best friend. This is really weird but yeah... I'm glad we met. Although we missed out on each other's life for like 15 years ++...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt how to do the dishes and the laundry. It's touch job. Shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOOHHH and I finally know what 911 is about. I've always thought it was 3 weird psycho pilots trying to kill themselves, bringing thousands of people with them. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6837598630572556978?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6837598630572556978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6837598630572556978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6837598630572556978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6837598630572556978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/routines-suck.html' title='Routines suck'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6684249586321329423</id><published>2011-09-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:00:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Like Girls saved my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Great Escape, why didn't I think of you earlier!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So finally, the pictures are transferred into the desktop, not by me, but by my mom. Heh I'm still forever lazy... And this post consist of the pictures from the mooncake thing, last Monday, and also Penang, Friday, yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And you'll realize there are less humans / living creatures, probably cuz I was the one holding on to the camera most of the time. I don't like snapping people's faces. Humans move a lot. And if you ask them to pause, they'll just look into the lens and fake a smile. It's not genuine anymore. They could be fighting over some really lame stuff a second ago and now they're staring at you, all picture perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkgM4aKNKCk/TnSXcNgoS_I/AAAAAAAABb0/qN7hH30W3WU/s1600/IMG_9336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="460" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkgM4aKNKCk/TnSXcNgoS_I/AAAAAAAABb0/qN7hH30W3WU/s640/IMG_9336.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the nice flavors are almost gone. Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And YW, I teared down the flowery thing on top. Muhahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFdFZTgCGd8/TnSX1J5ALCI/AAAAAAAABb4/5qUU9is62Zk/s1600/IMG_9353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFdFZTgCGd8/TnSX1J5ALCI/AAAAAAAABb4/5qUU9is62Zk/s640/IMG_9353.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's not perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But don't you dare to freaking comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't have a good flash, so she didn't use any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zero editing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The plate is human-held my me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just an average EOS on a 10 year-old tripod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeGjaTjCujM/TnSYNbTkjFI/AAAAAAAABb8/1fKftIhTaUQ/s1600/IMG_9360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TeGjaTjCujM/TnSYNbTkjFI/AAAAAAAABb8/1fKftIhTaUQ/s640/IMG_9360.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was placed on the floor, so okay, say whatever you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzmGk__BTXg/TnSYvAHps_I/AAAAAAAABcA/L9PJ54Kfm_g/s1600/IMG_9401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzmGk__BTXg/TnSYvAHps_I/AAAAAAAABcA/L9PJ54Kfm_g/s640/IMG_9401.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zero editing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took me ages ( a whole new candle burned out) to take this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got super frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4pgrbOifSM/TnSZEiCNOAI/AAAAAAAABcE/kyxzyT9YHWw/s1600/IMG_9407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4pgrbOifSM/TnSZEiCNOAI/AAAAAAAABcE/kyxzyT9YHWw/s640/IMG_9407.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh this was easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbv588OKutA/TnSZSmSjviI/AAAAAAAABcI/5XIV2SChuq8/s1600/IMG_9423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbv588OKutA/TnSZSmSjviI/AAAAAAAABcI/5XIV2SChuq8/s640/IMG_9423.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFI5_ANd6iY/TnSZmOndJoI/AAAAAAAABcM/RtXaL31mgiQ/s1600/IMG_9420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFI5_ANd6iY/TnSZmOndJoI/AAAAAAAABcM/RtXaL31mgiQ/s640/IMG_9420.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Born for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cP6jN5vXTok/TnSaiwD7jpI/AAAAAAAABcQ/qMgLxZTbdfM/s1600/IMG_9456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cP6jN5vXTok/TnSaiwD7jpI/AAAAAAAABcQ/qMgLxZTbdfM/s640/IMG_9456.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ZERO ( I mean ZERO) editing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Omg my mom is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So it was a sudden decision, to travel north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We practically spent the whole day eating junk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First stop was Penang Hill, and wow it was so weird, we go to Penang so often that we basically ignore all tourist attractions, but apparently, they had this new cable car (it hit a dog when it was launched for the first time wtf) and it had a/c... So, yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to Padang for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Penang Road for cendol, then Straits Quay for my parents' coffee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They. Are. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCOInMeCL_w/TnSa9s6FVXI/AAAAAAAABcU/bCgawC0sNHE/s1600/IMG_9511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCOInMeCL_w/TnSa9s6FVXI/AAAAAAAABcU/bCgawC0sNHE/s640/IMG_9511.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was sooooooo hyped when I saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's almost antique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And well... It had the name 'Lambo' printed all over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it's Coke-red paint was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah I want this stinking bike...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w2QpBZBIDs/TnSbaQTUXnI/AAAAAAAABcY/hcUEqYWvEX4/s1600/IMG_9516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w2QpBZBIDs/TnSbaQTUXnI/AAAAAAAABcY/hcUEqYWvEX4/s640/IMG_9516.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, then I'll fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn5eWBu414w/TnSbk2gkgvI/AAAAAAAABcc/r74I4Hs8MoQ/s1600/IMG_9521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn5eWBu414w/TnSbk2gkgvI/AAAAAAAABcc/r74I4Hs8MoQ/s640/IMG_9521.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is gonna be enlarged and pasted on the mosaic above my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just fyi, when I took this picture, there was this adorable toddler crying right beside me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWrAkq6ZV88/TnSb_A0HxdI/AAAAAAAABcg/_tiShXERbRo/s1600/IMG_9536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWrAkq6ZV88/TnSb_A0HxdI/AAAAAAAABcg/_tiShXERbRo/s640/IMG_9536.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This shop is called Sugar, if you're wondering, and it's the cutest shop in the entire mall ( except for that little corner-ish shop which sold paper. I mean like Paper!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then of course, they got their coffee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyXWIoVn3so/TnScHc3Q3wI/AAAAAAAABck/ItUIlq0HxUw/s1600/IMG_9554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyXWIoVn3so/TnScHc3Q3wI/AAAAAAAABck/ItUIlq0HxUw/s640/IMG_9554.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last bit of a macaroon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe I forgot to take pictures of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Curse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4w_JVyJ0XQ/TnSclCCruNI/AAAAAAAABco/AsK52au5w_4/s1600/IMG_9555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4w_JVyJ0XQ/TnSclCCruNI/AAAAAAAABco/AsK52au5w_4/s640/IMG_9555.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only reason I followed them into the shop was to photograph the coffee-making process and all, but dammit it was too dim, I didn't have a freaking tripod, and that guy just couldn't stop moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So after a few tries, I gave up, and couldn't bear that lovely smell coming from Subway just opposite the coffee shop, so my siblings and I sneaked away, okay, maybe not sneaked la, and got ourselves a footlong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeOPCEAXzDY/TnSc-XWiogI/AAAAAAAABcs/cln-expb92Q/s1600/IMG_9565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeOPCEAXzDY/TnSc-XWiogI/AAAAAAAABcs/cln-expb92Q/s640/IMG_9565.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No it wasn't vegetarian... Inside got meat one ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8frjjSXG40/TnSdKWs4S9I/AAAAAAAABcw/Ab_N2y4CimI/s1600/IMG_9566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8frjjSXG40/TnSdKWs4S9I/AAAAAAAABcw/Ab_N2y4CimI/s640/IMG_9566.jpg" width="522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My hairrrrrrr!!!!! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pu0pxl_hlwo/TnSddBPxwmI/AAAAAAAABc0/IWixDjMnZas/s1600/IMG_9569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pu0pxl_hlwo/TnSddBPxwmI/AAAAAAAABc0/IWixDjMnZas/s640/IMG_9569.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It looked like a chemistry lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had an apparatus for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna work there, if I ever study in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boss wasn't there, but trust me, he's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Middle-aged, but cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was once I asked him about the tax, and he was like &lt;i&gt;" Oh don't worry, we absorb the tax."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just couldn't stop smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6684249586321329423?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6684249586321329423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6684249586321329423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6684249586321329423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6684249586321329423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/boys-like-girls-saved-my-day.html' title='Boys Like Girls saved my day'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkgM4aKNKCk/TnSXcNgoS_I/AAAAAAAABb0/qN7hH30W3WU/s72-c/IMG_9336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1711679182944578314</id><published>2011-09-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:53:50.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is a jagger!?</title><content type='html'>I was singing along to this song, and suddenly, I was like... WTH is a freaking jagger? Okay, this doesn't even make sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boy you got my heart beat running away,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beating like a drum and it's coming your way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying very hard to get the rap right. Gosh I need a more flexible tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda depressing, when I log in to Blogger, click on New Post, and I just stare at this blank rectangular box, with an empty mind, but still determined to post something. I have like a TONS of new pictures in my mem card but dammit I'm so freaking lazy to even go get it. Let alone dragging it into my file and edit them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard almost a hundred songs tonight, trying to search for one suitable enough to dance along to. Green Day, please be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1711679182944578314?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1711679182944578314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1711679182944578314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1711679182944578314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1711679182944578314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-hell-is-jagger.html' title='What the hell is a jagger!?'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6914802394925514697</id><published>2011-09-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:49:13.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Coke</title><content type='html'>It's a long weekend and everything started so slow and... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, Damon's hot, Klaus is hot, Jeremy's hot, Tyler is hot, Matt is cute, Liam is OMG, Nate is FUCKTHEWORLD, Ashton, Lucas, Kev, Ryan are awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 90210, I don't really need you to remind me how awesome Cali is... I already knew and I'm still feeding my little piggy bank so I can at least see that damned Hollywood sign with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what am I saying...?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Look, just... nevermind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6914802394925514697?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6914802394925514697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6914802394925514697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6914802394925514697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6914802394925514697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/cherry-coke.html' title='Cherry Coke'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1013490684215008427</id><published>2011-09-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:44:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's alright, when you're right here by my side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My all time fav...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really can't remember all the lyrics at once, but yeah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;If the heart is always searching, can you ever find a home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh stupid movie, please load!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1013490684215008427?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1013490684215008427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1013490684215008427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1013490684215008427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1013490684215008427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/everythings-alright-when-youre-right.html' title='Everything&apos;s alright, when you&apos;re right here by my side...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-4641559090335704717</id><published>2011-09-09T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:26:52.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality is every dreamer's worst nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought of this title when I was brushing my teeth just now... I have no idea how I came out with it... Maybe I saw or heard it somewhere long ago, or maybe it's just a bunch of words my brain decided to put together. Well, whatever it is, it's not important. Just accept the fact that it popped into my head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It scares the shit out of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reasons being, somehow, humans are crazily afraid of failure. Not even Thomas Edison can tell you he's absolutely okay with failures. I mean, imagine those work you've done, and those stuff you need to repeat again just to get closer to success... Who doesn't want to get stuff done the easy way? Like duh, everyone! But it's really funny how I find failure to be so educating and worth it when I read books and stuff. It stays in my mind for a couple hours or days, constantly reminding me that it's okay to make mistakes, and then after that I'm like, " Oh fuck, get real. I don't wanna do something with all my heart then screw it up and do it all over again...." So conclusion, to avoid depression and trouble, get it right on the first try. Those '' Try, try, try again'' stuff ain't for a normal human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Just so you know, this post is not planned at all. So I'm kinda like typing everything that comes to my mind. It can be really irrelevant and all... but heyy... irrelevant, it's so me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and allow me to reinforce something I've been trying to tell y'all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If God ever existed, YOU are made for Earth and everything else on this planet. The world wasn't created for you. You are reality's slave, not the other way round. So please stop freaking blaming everyone else for your unluckiness or what-so-ever. I'm dead sick about people complaining about other people for ruining their lives for them. I mean, come on, you can't keep your life like the way you want it to be. If you really can't accept it all and think that making the lives of people around you sounds fun, well, you're welcome to jump for the summit of KL tower. Oh wait, sorry, I forgot that you don't have enough courage to. My bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dreams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're so mysterious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder how they're made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can dream of really ridiculous stuff, or people that you haven't been talking to for ages. Dreams can also give you the best ideas that you can never think of when you're awake. Two days ago, I woke up at 4am+, and I was like ''Oh snap, I've got to write this down...'' It wasn't something big or important, just some settings I thought could be used in an essay or a story. I wrote it on an used envelope and I think I stuck it in some book... Just the matter of time till I find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;(Stupid Blogger isn't saving my post. Lets hope I can publish it without having to troubleshoot or anything...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah, dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's awesome, how perfect they can be, although most of them don't even make sense. They're so vague, and everything seems to work out in them. It's like... There's no impossible in dreamland, you just have to go with the flow and well, enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What the hell am I talking about....?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hell...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;In a nutshell&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;So, dream all you want, but keep in mind that reality is a bitch and it will snap in whenever it wants to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-4641559090335704717?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/4641559090335704717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=4641559090335704717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4641559090335704717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4641559090335704717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/reality-is-every-dreamers-worst.html' title='Reality is every dreamer&apos;s worst nightmare'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6557402419003649648</id><published>2011-09-04T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:42:03.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than three</title><content type='html'>How I wish tomorrow isn't tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6557402419003649648?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6557402419003649648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6557402419003649648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6557402419003649648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6557402419003649648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/less-than-three.html' title='Less than three'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6082723007635225717</id><published>2011-09-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:23:01.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twists and turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went shooting in Clearwater on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No shooting sounds so serious and pro... Erm... We went around the club with a camera, pretending we're from other states.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap this sounds better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFnehWmBAU4/TmDtKDaRR5I/AAAAAAAABbY/WKvTeKXTuKc/s1600/IMG_0628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFnehWmBAU4/TmDtKDaRR5I/AAAAAAAABbY/WKvTeKXTuKc/s640/IMG_0628.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got inspired by a picture of Emma Watson with her hot hot brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore my broom-like hair and my hey-i-just-woke-up brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heh it looks kinda hawt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmqC1ANvvNw/TmDtWyxwtrI/AAAAAAAABbc/rP-iI1-MARM/s1600/IMG_0630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmqC1ANvvNw/TmDtWyxwtrI/AAAAAAAABbc/rP-iI1-MARM/s640/IMG_0630.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've GOT to do something with my hair. I'm serious now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm never gonna dye it, at least I think so now, I don't wanna straighten it cuz I think it looks really fake and well... its like bunches of black shiny metal sticking on your head, if you get what I mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel like curling it cuz I'm too lazy to maintain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So now what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bald or relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bald is faster, and zero maintenance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pKUGXDsRKM/TmDtnLlBA-I/AAAAAAAABbg/LJYisPmxu9Y/s1600/IMG_0642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pKUGXDsRKM/TmDtnLlBA-I/AAAAAAAABbg/LJYisPmxu9Y/s640/IMG_0642.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It took me forever to get my siblings to climb into the boat... It's kinda... broken... and it will definitely sink if another fat person climb in with us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And keep in mind it was noon and it was freaking oven there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKLSdluBh0I/TmDt8-dY6hI/AAAAAAAABbk/PmNTRzLucqg/s1600/IMG_0654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKLSdluBh0I/TmDt8-dY6hI/AAAAAAAABbk/PmNTRzLucqg/s640/IMG_0654.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I had an old, thick book with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha! Imagine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damn Tumblr-ish right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01jig0SqksI/TmDuMnvofkI/AAAAAAAABbo/vWwLSoP30YE/s1600/IMG_0668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01jig0SqksI/TmDuMnvofkI/AAAAAAAABbo/vWwLSoP30YE/s640/IMG_0668.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;End of story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aO3X4WnqIeU/TmDunc-LQmI/AAAAAAAABbs/_7UOx45Bw_c/s1600/311206_2390664367699_1283568303_2891010_4029099_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aO3X4WnqIeU/TmDunc-LQmI/AAAAAAAABbs/_7UOx45Bw_c/s640/311206_2390664367699_1283568303_2891010_4029099_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know the resolution is shittier than shit but yeah...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damned blogger changed the uploader again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dude, I don't mind waiting longer to upload better quality pictures, okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now they're rushing everything, minimal time consumed but the quality sucks to hell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boat makes the whole thing look so... Arh idk how to put it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dHYVtZ1qTk/TmDurSLaJ3I/AAAAAAAABbw/3pKOqBomrns/s1600/292729_2390964335198_1283568303_2891351_7847490_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dHYVtZ1qTk/TmDurSLaJ3I/AAAAAAAABbw/3pKOqBomrns/s640/292729_2390964335198_1283568303_2891351_7847490_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pavements actually lead you to a flight of stairs, which brings you to the broken boat, in case you're wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz in the photo it looks like they're leading you to the lake... And you're suppose to jump into it or something... the hell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't actually planned tomorrow's activities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My night is occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Morning... I think I'm gonna clean up the pets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6082723007635225717?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6082723007635225717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6082723007635225717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6082723007635225717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6082723007635225717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/twists-and-turns.html' title='Twists and turns'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFnehWmBAU4/TmDtKDaRR5I/AAAAAAAABbY/WKvTeKXTuKc/s72-c/IMG_0628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-1398493144535170030</id><published>2011-09-01T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:55:44.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a creepier word than creepy?</title><content type='html'>My throat is burning, my parents are out, I'm left at home with my cousins with nothing more edible than ice cream and I'm now watching a super hot British kissing a really pretty girl, and that's like so random, and my mom's calling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay they're coming home with bubble tea. Just fyi, for all Ipoh-ians, there's finally a ChaTime in Ipoh. THE HELL RIGHT! And they're giving away a free cup when you buy one of any flavor. While stock lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I'm freaking good at making ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to cut my nose off right now, together with my trachea... Curse the bacteria who originated flu and colds. You deserve to be in hell of the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, it's still pointless fun and craziness. I have totally no intention to do anything productive other than laugh and eat and sleep all day. So if laughing is really the best medicine, please fucking work on me. Oh damn, I forgot about the laundry. See ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything, to go back to Sunday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye August, HELLO SEPTEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;Lemmi tell you what you should do.&lt;br /&gt;You are to give me consciousness when I'm studying or in class, you are to make me practice music more, you are to let me xxx xxx, you are to let me party hard (hey, it's September!), you are to rock my life with awesomeness, you are to let everything work out, you are to turn the grey sky baby blue, you are to put smiles on everyone's face. Well, that's easy, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't be a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's negative....&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fucking rock this word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is truly the best month ( okay fine, maybe December is better...). You've got an entire month till the finals, it's not too far away from November and December, which means holidays and vacations, and of course, the spanking shiny new year ahead, the weather is getting more rainy and cloudy, you get to go anywhere you want for getaways cuz there are like... less ( no) public holidays this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The list goes on and on. And right now, I have bubble tea to slurp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-1398493144535170030?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/1398493144535170030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=1398493144535170030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1398493144535170030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/1398493144535170030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-there-creepier-word-than-creepy.html' title='Is there a creepier word than creepy?'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3150683086753514604</id><published>2011-08-30T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:25:34.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't You tell me...</title><content type='html'>So.... What to say? I don't know... My holidays life? Just read carissa's blog and there, you know what I've been doing... At least I'm proud to tell you that I'm not addicted to my desktop anymore hehe...  Okay idk how to enter to create a new paragraph... I'm hopeless in IT... No kidding... &gt;&lt; happy hari raya, btw... And happy merdeka... I feel so pointless now... Fine... I'm gonna give up and go watch some really stupid movie with my siblings. And may e have supper and go to bed by 9.30pm... Thank goodness my cousins are coming tomorrow... At least I won't be so bored I'd slaughter a cow... I desperately need to learn how to enter... Even my phone can do it... I guess I'm overestimating this brick... I need inspiration on what to do for the following days... Photoshoot? What? I think I'm gonna do one on my violin... It's weird how I've never done it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3150683086753514604?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3150683086753514604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3150683086753514604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3150683086753514604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3150683086753514604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-dont-you-tell-me.html' title='Why don&apos;t You tell me...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7777456706632513684</id><published>2011-08-28T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:16:04.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the salt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7777456706632513684?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7777456706632513684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7777456706632513684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7777456706632513684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7777456706632513684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/thanks-for-salt.html' title='Thanks for the salt...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0C7Et1sRC8/TloIDwQl0JI/AAAAAAAABbA/hmeIOFnThIs/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7103868295149505160</id><published>2011-08-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:49:02.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I secretly wish, in my heart, that...</title><content type='html'>I own a blue pet platypus that's a secret agent who fights evil scientists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Phineas and Ferb Across the 2nd Dimension just now, and here's a fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;When the Phineas from 2nd dimension said he wanted to hold him longer.&lt;br /&gt;And when they were confessing in the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a part of me died, when Phineas said Perry should go cuz (he thinks that) Perry didn't trust them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked cartoons, but Phineas and Ferb, you nailed it. I love you guys. And of course, Lightning McQueen. I'm gonna come and see you real soon, just hang in there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please kindly ignore those rude exclamations above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days, and I'm officially through with August. August hasn't been the best month, but still, it's not the worst. Besides, I won't consider it as a disastrous month, or unpleasant... but it certainly could be better. September, you better watch your back as I'll be leaping all out to get you. Yes I sound like a hungry hyena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, you know what? I'm perfectly proud of my self-control. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that this blog post is like... so random... And I don't know why... But lets keep it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait no. I'll blog more tomorrow, cuz right now, I have problem with getting my eyeballs focused on the monitor. Yes, I still use a monitor. Yes, that means I still have a huge CPU under my table. And yeah... My monitor doesn't have a built-in speaker. So I have like 3 cuboids sitting beside my monitor.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a problem with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7103868295149505160?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7103868295149505160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7103868295149505160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7103868295149505160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7103868295149505160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-i-secretly-wish-in-my-heart-that.html' title='And I secretly wish, in my heart, that...'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-2643456713209421927</id><published>2011-08-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T23:36:46.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha Kenny Body</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Read this real fast, repeatedly... Had been ages since I last saw this, but I totally forgot to play in on anybody, until I did a Youtube recap just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #1: I cried when I watched Toy Story 3 for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpVNJxDnb7I/TleyiyBdPKI/AAAAAAAABa4/TIH7Yuhou9M/s1600/DSCN3657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpVNJxDnb7I/TleyiyBdPKI/AAAAAAAABa4/TIH7Yuhou9M/s640/DSCN3657.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #2: I wasn't sure if I were dreaming when I walked through the Sleeping Beauty castle for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #3: I was STILL trying to convince myself that it's real when I strolled through it again last year. It was 10 times harder to believe because it was 100 times more fantasy-like. And I was with this awesome bunch of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #4: I've never owned a laptop (as in all to myself). In my house, we don't OWN anything... Somehow... Everything is shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #5: The first pets I had were 4 beautiful orange fishes from Weng Ni! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #6: I've always thought that fairy tales are super lame. How weird... since I like Disney so much... hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #7: I don't think it's necessary for a guy to open a girl's car door. I mean, come on... You really want him to walk all the way, around the car to open your stinking door? You cacat ah!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #8: I hate cable cars or skyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And those guys who LOVES to jump around in them. Is there nothing else you can do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #9: I never really wanted to excel in languages. I know, I shouldn't limit myself blablabla... But yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmcZnI_I1WI/Tle2LB6RMXI/AAAAAAAABa8/2iibZOMHerw/s1600/tumblr_lpjnarrXfQ1qeawl4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmcZnI_I1WI/Tle2LB6RMXI/AAAAAAAABa8/2iibZOMHerw/s1600/tumblr_lpjnarrXfQ1qeawl4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #10: I've always wanted to live in a small cottage right beside the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #11: I'm still waiting for hoverboards to be invented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Tumblr reminded me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #12: I'd die to visit the Sistine Chapel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #13: I never liked roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, I never liked flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, I never liked plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #14: If I'm told my life'll end in a day, I wouldn't do anything to stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #15: I think it's amazing how music is equally understood by people from all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can speak different languages, but once you take a glimpse at a piece of score, you produce the exact same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #16: I can NEVER EVER finish a can of Coke all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #17: I know that snow is beautiful. It shows the calmness of the environment and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT it's not fun at all, walking on snow or even being around it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You shoes get all soaked up and wet and muddy and snowball fights, they're killers. Your hands will end up getting frost bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #18: I love glossies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lipsticks are for New Yorkers and... Old women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yay glossies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #19: I still try really hard to sleep at 10 everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, it's WAYYY past my bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact #20: I think it's freaking sexy for guys to play the piano. Like classics. Screw guitars. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before you quit this window, please watch this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EB7LWOwSPOs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's legendary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-2643456713209421927?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/2643456713209421927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=2643456713209421927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2643456713209421927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2643456713209421927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/alpha-kenny-body.html' title='Alpha Kenny Body'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpVNJxDnb7I/TleyiyBdPKI/AAAAAAAABa4/TIH7Yuhou9M/s72-c/DSCN3657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-2613889048732798137</id><published>2011-08-21T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:15:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People always live forever when there is an annuity to be paid them.</title><content type='html'>Dammit tomorrow is Monday again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make myself some dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;Heading out with Carissa later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I developed the smiley-face-in-texts-and-IMs in year 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. This year.&lt;br /&gt;There's this really long story behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-2613889048732798137?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/2613889048732798137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=2613889048732798137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2613889048732798137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2613889048732798137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/people-always-live-forever-when-there.html' title='People always live forever when there is an annuity to be paid them.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6868108204366895023</id><published>2011-08-20T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:59:18.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God probably hates people like you who try to tell other people what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://yvettejd.tumblr.com/post/9124755454/drapetomania-is-this-a-joke"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;last night, and I got super angry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just don't get why...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I learnt that Christians are against Homosexuals. Ok, fair, I mean, seriously, me too. Not that I am AGAINST them lah... just... I don't really accept it. Unless... Well, that's not important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then yesterday, I learnt that they're against masturbation too. And my first thought was, 'What? Why do you even care if people masturbate? What's wrong with masturbation?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I'm obsessed with masturbation (ewww... this sounds wrong...), and not that I'm against Christians (they're such kind and nice people, I doubt anyone can hate them, the good ones, of course) unless you're like a fanatic or something (no one likes you). But what I don't get is, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MASTURBATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please go see the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://yvettejd.tumblr.com/post/9124755454/drapetomania-is-this-a-joke"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;before thinking that I'm lame and sensitive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look at how that blonde girl person talks. She was like 'Oh I pity you. Why do you choose such a life when you can live in a bright world just by believing God...' And Louis CK was like '=.='... I bet he was thinking, 'Girl, you're crazy, and you're an asshole. Seriously.' And if you watched close enough, you'll realize that every time he throws her a question, she'll bring everything back to God and blablabla....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a crime against God? Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you're okay with having sex...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm, so when we're sexually desperate, you just have to find someone and make love? Instead of masturbating, and get exposed to STD's and other diseases... And WORST of all... Get a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're probably NOT okay with pre-marital sex...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darling, it's against human nature. I mean get real. People all around the world masturbates. And you, just you, think you have the right to judge people who gives pleasure to themselves and tell them they're living in darkness? And tell them their going against God's will? Majority wins, sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and fyi, I love Louis' last sentence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Later I'm gonna masturbate and I'm gonna think about you and there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aww, that poor lady looked so... lost... and scared... Maybe she might commit suicide after that. She probably thinks that God's gonna hate her. Oh wait. I forgot, God forgives. So you're okay to live after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I'm a good citizen, I'm a good father, I recycle and I masturbate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm proud of it. And God's happy.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6868108204366895023?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6868108204366895023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6868108204366895023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6868108204366895023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6868108204366895023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-probably-hates-people-like-you-who.html' title='God probably hates people like you who try to tell other people what to do'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-2812039372991633358</id><published>2011-08-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:06:59.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-thinking ruins everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really could use a macaroon right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minutes ago, I actually wanted to fill this post with curses and swears and you know.... Just try to get everything out of my mind. But, I saw these really beautiful pictures on Tumblr, and well, I guess they just took everything away, leaving their amazingness behind. The power of photography, it gives you hope, it takes your grief away, it takes jealousy away, it promises that everything is gonna be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When life's being a bitch, sometimes all we need to do is think of those little things that took our breath away. Those tiny smiles, sometimes they're the things that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Check this out:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2011/08/03/187-that-moment-just-before-you-fall-asleep-when-you-know-youre-about-to-fall-asleep/" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Permalink to #187 That moment just before you fall asleep when you know you’re about to fall asleep"&gt;That moment just before you fall asleep when you know you’re about to fall&amp;nbsp;asleep&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="entry-title" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; display: inline !important; line-height: 33px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2011/08/12/180-tripping-and-realizing-no-one-saw-you/" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Permalink to #180 Tripping and realizing no one saw you"&gt;Tripping and realizing no one saw&amp;nbsp;you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2011/07/20/197-chugging-cold-milk-after-chocolate-cake/" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Permalink to #197 Chugging cold milk after chocolate cake"&gt;Chugging cold milk after chocolate&amp;nbsp;cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2011/07/15/200-actually-making-the-right-amount-of-spaghetti/" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Permalink to #200 Actually making the right amount of spaghetti"&gt;Actually making the right amount of&amp;nbsp;spaghetti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2011/07/14/201-when-you-owe-someone-10-and-someone-else-owes-you-10-and-they-just-give-10-to-the-person-you-owe-instead/" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Permalink to #201 When you owe someone $10 and someone else owes you $10 and they just give $10 to the person you owe instead"&gt;When you owe someone $10 and someone else owes you $10 and they just give $10 to the person you owe&amp;nbsp;instead&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2011/07/13/202-pulling-a-shrimp-out-of-its-shell-with-your-teeth-without-the-tail-breaking-off/" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Permalink to #202 Pulling a shrimp out of its shell with your teeth without the tail breaking off"&gt;Pulling a shrimp out of its shell with your teeth without the tail breaking&amp;nbsp;off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2011/07/01/210-when-one-of-your-paintings-or-tests-gets-put-on-the-fridge/" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Permalink to #210 When one of your paintings or school tests makes it onto the fridge"&gt;When one of your paintings or school tests makes it onto the&amp;nbsp;fridge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yeah, so it's actually those little moments that counts. Can't think of any? Click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-2812039372991633358?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/2812039372991633358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=2812039372991633358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2812039372991633358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2812039372991633358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/over-thinking-ruins-everything.html' title='Over-thinking ruins everything'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5723871469289860403</id><published>2011-08-17T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:30:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I feel like it’s been long time since I was a teenager. Like two years…so it’s been a while. When I was a teenager I felt like we were always being stereotyped as being really intense and dramatic and passionate and hopelessly romantic and excitable, and now in retrospect I think I need to let you know that I think all of those thing are amazing. I hope you never lose those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Taylor S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-5723871469289860403?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/5723871469289860403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=5723871469289860403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5723871469289860403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5723871469289860403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/fate-succumbs-many-species-one-alone.html' title='Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-4832170047219117415</id><published>2011-08-14T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:30:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia sells iPad2 at the cheapest price</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Well, I'm not really surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Since RM is so... affordable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I spent this weekend in Penang, like again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No reasons available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaT2U82qJNA/TkeSH4r8myI/AAAAAAAABaE/jGpiWaG36c8/s1600/IMG_0338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaT2U82qJNA/TkeSH4r8myI/AAAAAAAABaE/jGpiWaG36c8/s640/IMG_0338.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teehee, this was the first picture I took there, and it's sort of an accident...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was squatting, I can't remember why, and my finger pressed on the snap button and boom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh, why am I explaining this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQD6mjkh_8c/TkeShgrgneI/AAAAAAAABaI/mhjFPokxQME/s1600/IMG_0356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQD6mjkh_8c/TkeShgrgneI/AAAAAAAABaI/mhjFPokxQME/s640/IMG_0356.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch near my uncle's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a major steamboat the night before and I swore I was going to starve myself yesterday, and guess what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was in Penang, helloo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even God himself can't puasa in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Omg badminton ah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KKK and TBH, byebye, you guys can't really compete anymore, I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Lee Yong-Dae, awww....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feng Yun, WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LCW, erm... I'll pray for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LD, =DDD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner was at Times Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWxTbmjE9yY/TkeS0t1s3eI/AAAAAAAABaM/YJYB7Sp4DaQ/s1600/IMG_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWxTbmjE9yY/TkeS0t1s3eI/AAAAAAAABaM/YJYB7Sp4DaQ/s640/IMG_0374.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I look so guilty here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fact: I had a huge bunch of peanuts in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-oC8nvtk4/TkeThY-9dBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/2YxSVbdclV4/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-oC8nvtk4/TkeThY-9dBI/AAAAAAAABaQ/2YxSVbdclV4/s640/IMG_0388.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nah I didn't get to eat it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ate his neighbour. Mr Prawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next was Straits Quay in BF, that place was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_5QwKoGPvA/TkeUeAF_2lI/AAAAAAAABaU/jOdVsmU94QI/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_5QwKoGPvA/TkeUeAF_2lI/AAAAAAAABaU/jOdVsmU94QI/s640/IMG_0414.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYzxXsdf4Cc/TkeVRa1xyTI/AAAAAAAABaY/TmUMC5b9dRk/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYzxXsdf4Cc/TkeVRa1xyTI/AAAAAAAABaY/TmUMC5b9dRk/s640/IMG_0411.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there was quite a lot of baristas, bier hous, pubs and cafe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was something like that boat place in Singapore, all along the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, I never wanted to know bout Singapore, so, I have problem remembering the names of the places. Not my fault, they just HAVE to make weird funny names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93w9tlk7__Y/TkeVl0ABraI/AAAAAAAABac/-UGDjq7la1o/s1600/IMG_0417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="518" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93w9tlk7__Y/TkeVl0ABraI/AAAAAAAABac/-UGDjq7la1o/s640/IMG_0417.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Randomness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it had lots of noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bout noises, some photographer-wanna-be says stuff like "omg, the blurry effect brings out feelings so well!'', right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People spend thousands to get a flash and a nice tripod to avoid your dear 'blurry effect', you do the math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The shops there were so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like cute, cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had Sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Omg I didn't know Malaysia has Sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw it on T&amp;amp;L once, and it was somewhere in Europe, I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDn52pEwRsM/TkeWKOgBC3I/AAAAAAAABag/ZN8drOZwDIw/s1600/IMG_0420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDn52pEwRsM/TkeWKOgBC3I/AAAAAAAABag/ZN8drOZwDIw/s640/IMG_0420.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss your pasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-yNtKpsBOo/TkeWdhTdqxI/AAAAAAAABak/0W5N7u-l7jA/s1600/IMG_0431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-yNtKpsBOo/TkeWdhTdqxI/AAAAAAAABak/0W5N7u-l7jA/s640/IMG_0431.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, what's in that ugly paper bag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0C8Y1zDECc/TkeWvTQX_fI/AAAAAAAABao/t_z3PYi4bo4/s1600/IMG_0428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0C8Y1zDECc/TkeWvTQX_fI/AAAAAAAABao/t_z3PYi4bo4/s640/IMG_0428.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No, mother, I am not obsessed with macaroons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I bought it from Full of Beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtIpjr_Nb7o/TkeW8P5xR5I/AAAAAAAABas/YZJSRTfwi7Y/s1600/IMG_0432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtIpjr_Nb7o/TkeW8P5xR5I/AAAAAAAABas/YZJSRTfwi7Y/s640/IMG_0432.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously I boosted the contrast of the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid Blogger, I hate their pic uploader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so freaking blur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vLJuqIoBtM/TkeXN7uOB5I/AAAAAAAABaw/dGmLyv8lzl0/s1600/IMG_0433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vLJuqIoBtM/TkeXN7uOB5I/AAAAAAAABaw/dGmLyv8lzl0/s640/IMG_0433.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*unedited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Macaroons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They look like small little buttons in Moron Test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have colours that make your gaze stick on them long enough for you to actually decide to buy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are so shiny and perfect until you wonder if they are real or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have the crispiest outer layer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have the sweetest and most inspirational fillings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They melt in your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They taste like Cupid food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Macaroons are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, nothing much, hovering around, cousins, chaos and noisy adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hereby I end my post with an irrelevant picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50POI2nu5pE/TkeXfaYpF7I/AAAAAAAABa0/hrFDFtbru_0/s1600/DSCN3687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50POI2nu5pE/TkeXfaYpF7I/AAAAAAAABa0/hrFDFtbru_0/s640/DSCN3687.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GUYS!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss you people loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-4832170047219117415?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/4832170047219117415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=4832170047219117415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4832170047219117415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4832170047219117415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/malaysia-sells-ipad2-at-cheapest-price.html' title='Malaysia sells iPad2 at the cheapest price'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaT2U82qJNA/TkeSH4r8myI/AAAAAAAABaE/jGpiWaG36c8/s72-c/IMG_0338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-4341889045250449967</id><published>2011-08-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:39:38.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know what to think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1P2tPXfAmyU/TkVBBLYtsrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/guj_6Wb5N4k/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1P2tPXfAmyU/TkVBBLYtsrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/guj_6Wb5N4k/s640/IMG_0288.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMxq5XAb-xo/TkVBPvXV38I/AAAAAAAABZ8/0IU79bXQby4/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMxq5XAb-xo/TkVBPvXV38I/AAAAAAAABZ8/0IU79bXQby4/s640/IMG_0136.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Mount. Kinabalu in Sabah, by the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHOoXct6zgA/TkVBdCms8VI/AAAAAAAABaA/u70jYXzGSiw/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHOoXct6zgA/TkVBdCms8VI/AAAAAAAABaA/u70jYXzGSiw/s640/IMG_0135.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find this so meaningless now... I remember how it used to make me feel, how it used to brighten my entire week... But now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea at all, about what should I be feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-4341889045250449967?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/4341889045250449967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=4341889045250449967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4341889045250449967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/4341889045250449967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1P2tPXfAmyU/TkVBBLYtsrI/AAAAAAAABZ4/guj_6Wb5N4k/s72-c/IMG_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5236227770465560991</id><published>2011-08-07T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:34:43.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit I wanna slap myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfMJZ7ecy1I/Tj4fDX0upnI/AAAAAAAABZ0/-Y9m3DmjGKA/s1600/tumblr_lpj2ib9xt21qzi15io1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfMJZ7ecy1I/Tj4fDX0upnI/AAAAAAAABZ0/-Y9m3DmjGKA/s640/tumblr_lpj2ib9xt21qzi15io1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's 2 pm and it feels like midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I keep pretending, but the truth is, I hate this. I hate whatever I think I should say or do. I hate whatever I cannot say or do. I hate the effort I'm putting in to maintain something that is not meant to be. And I hate the way I tell myself that whatever I'm heading right now, it's not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Not meant to be, a lie I've been feeding myself since forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's the best lie I can think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At least it makes me believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's like I'm jumping into a huge pile of bullshit willingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-5236227770465560991?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/5236227770465560991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=5236227770465560991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5236227770465560991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/5236227770465560991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/holy-shit-i-wanna-slap-myself.html' title='Holy shit I wanna slap myself'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfMJZ7ecy1I/Tj4fDX0upnI/AAAAAAAABZ0/-Y9m3DmjGKA/s72-c/tumblr_lpj2ib9xt21qzi15io1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-2900875966710812712</id><published>2011-08-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:17:15.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would die to be a Stinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm craving for laser tag ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lets do some summary:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I slept at like, 3am &lt;strike&gt;last night&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;this morning, then woke up at 7, cleaned all my pets' homes, C came over at 8.30, went upstairs and like... stared at our own devices, had McD delivered to my &lt;strike&gt;doorstep&lt;/strike&gt; gate, ate, like pigs, continued staring, another C came over, both C's practiced their accompaniment thing, I read.... LOL! C went home, the other C and I resumed our previous activities, then at... God-knows-when, we went downstairs, ate &lt;strike&gt;cookies&lt;/strike&gt; biscuits, got our concentration buried in some frog-swinging-with-bubbles-and-spider game, toyed with Looney before she went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;In simpler words:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did nothing productive, or healthy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which, is totally okay cuz there was and is like this major hangover feeling in my head now, despite my early morning coffee, milo, then McD coffee, then McD tea, then more milo, and more tea, till now I still have like a mug of tea beside me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And about McD, gosh you suck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. The only branch that covers my area is the JJ branch, and it opens at like 9am, so it only starts delivering at like 9.45am. Goodness, I'm already having brunch by then, and they call themselves 24-hours delivery service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. The first operator I called didn't even bothered to explain why I couldn't have my food delivered at 8am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I ordered 3 sets and one a la carte, so there was suppose to be 3 hashbrowns. They only gave me one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I called to complain, she sales girl didn't even took me seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. She went and check the voice order thing shit, and it was proven that I said 2 SETS of McMuffin plus egg thing, and she INSISTED that the operator only typed a la carte. And I was like what the heck, she remembered my coffee and tea, okay, there's no way she would have typed them if she thought I was ordering a la carte. The person was kind of pissed by then. PISSED! How can you be pissed at the customer!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Then she was like blaming everything on the operator, and said that I need to pay extra to get my hashbrowns delivered. And fyi, it wasn't about the hashbrowns, it was about rights and customer service. I guess I snapped, sort of, and reminded her that 'But I ordered SETS!', and highlighted her that it was THEIR mistake. She sighed and promised she will send someone with 2 hashbrowns. She sounded like I slapped her or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. The man came with 2 hashbrowns, and gave me 50 cents. He said it was from the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now what? You wanna pay me off for my silence!? Yeah right. Sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what the hell happened to your hashbrowns!? It's like you threw a bomb into the fryer to speed up the cooking part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-2900875966710812712?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/2900875966710812712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=2900875966710812712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2900875966710812712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/2900875966710812712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-would-die-to-be-stinson.html' title='I would die to be a Stinson'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-7271535017177062297</id><published>2011-08-06T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:18:43.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over exposed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPAR_aUvgag/TjzOjml-9SI/AAAAAAAABZw/hp8VIt3iIVU/s1600/IMG_0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPAR_aUvgag/TjzOjml-9SI/AAAAAAAABZw/hp8VIt3iIVU/s640/IMG_0052.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-7271535017177062297?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/7271535017177062297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=7271535017177062297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7271535017177062297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/7271535017177062297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/over-exposed.html' title='Over exposed'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPAR_aUvgag/TjzOjml-9SI/AAAAAAAABZw/hp8VIt3iIVU/s72-c/IMG_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-6267030537496802378</id><published>2011-08-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:39:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd clone hundreds of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I meant Looney.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey look what I invented during the single but super long and boring hour during civics paper this afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cloudy with a chance of meatballs.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kissing in the rain with a chance of getting struck by lightning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get it!??!?!?! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kissing in the rain scenes are like all over those so-called romantic dramas, movies, novels, comics.... Seriously, people, what's the romantic part of it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your clothes get soaking wet, your skin will be drenched, your hair will start to stick on your face like some crazy sticky plasticine thing shit, you open your mouth to explore further and dammit water flows into your mouth. And when your breathing starts to speed up, you inhale rain water, which, smells and tastes like fart most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I really think I've got the slightest idea of my future career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Veterinary medicine.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, all my life, I thought I wanted to be a doctor, because of various reasons. These includes being exposed to the coolest stuff no kids of my age had ever seen before, those really incredible machines you can only find in a hospital lab. I used to play with a cell counter when I followed my mom to work on Saturdays. I was only... like 6? Okay this is out of the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But why vet not med?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to cure cancer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;vs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a caterpillar does when it's in a pupa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd choose the later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, time to come clean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get sick of humans, being around humans, talking to humans, and being a human. No offence. We blame each other for everything and anything, it's never our fault, cuz we are too busy keeping ourselves in our bloody comfort zone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals never ever blame you.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so... yeah....&lt;br /&gt;I'm like having too much fun right now to talk further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-6267030537496802378?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/6267030537496802378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=6267030537496802378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6267030537496802378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/6267030537496802378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/08/id-clone-hundreds-of-you.html' title='I&apos;d clone hundreds of you'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3507134326214941311</id><published>2011-07-30T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:51:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousands of feelings. Not even one single word.</title><content type='html'>I know right, yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3507134326214941311?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3507134326214941311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3507134326214941311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3507134326214941311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3507134326214941311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/07/thousands-of-feelings-not-even-one.html' title='Thousands of feelings. Not even one single word.'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-3678479146470412042</id><published>2011-07-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:47:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stating a fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just read some one's blog, and realized I should really really do more blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you see, the thing is, I don't have much on my mind now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I know is that exam's coming in 4 days, I'm really not prepared, I don't know what to feel, it's like I'm waiting for someone to appear, I'm watching a drama that no body's watching anymore, it's ancient but it's the best drama I've watched in my entire life, imagine, this hot rich dude still uses the camera-less Nokia phone, I am aware that Tumblr speaks the language of my soul, I'm singing along to a song that is such a failure that nobody I know knows how to sing, but it's awesome, I should sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss Disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss Mickey and Minnie in the parade, I miss the fake snow, I miss the beautiful fireworks above the castle. I miss the magical feeling I get when I walk through the castle, I miss how enchanting it was to take photos with Pooh and Tiger, I miss their cute little restaurants, I miss their adorable rubbish bins, I miss their forever-blooming flowers, I miss the I-don't-give-a-shit feeling when I'm just there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need new pants, new cardis, new shoes, new headbands, new nail polishes, new bags, new body splashes, new balm, new graphic tees, new shades, new hats, new hoodies, new summer skirts, new dress (Oh shit I haven't figured out what to wear for my violin exam!), new socks! Sleeping socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a haircut, like seriously, I'm so bored of my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want a lomo cam, a spaceship, a telescope, a duckling, a land turtle, a new violin, a stinking dress for the stinking exam, a pair of stinking shoes to match the stinking dress, A's and more A's, to play my second piano piece perfectly, to know how to play jazz with the jazzy feeling, a classy luggage bag, act like a pro, sing like Mariah, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's amazing how NASA is capable of being so irrational, guys like Noah from the Notebook even exists, how late it already is now, how fast our emotions change, how hard my theory is now, how much I hate touch screens, how cute my room is, how lovely Looney is and will be, how desperate I am for a good book, I can still do impromptu dancing after all this time although I suck at it now, that we will never ever get enough of everything, that those little magics to fool kids can be so well explained with the existence of physics, how beautiful carvings can be on wood, how a simple story can squeeze so many drops of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This drama still makes me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691324716235857734-3678479146470412042?l=my-secret-music.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/feeds/3678479146470412042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8691324716235857734&amp;postID=3678479146470412042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3678479146470412042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691324716235857734/posts/default/3678479146470412042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secret-music.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-stating-fact.html' title='Just stating a fact'/><author><name>Jardyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00478775268641658791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691324716235857734.post-5061155968356745156</id><published>2011-07-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:51:49.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be damned to watch a Manhattan summer sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have like a memory card full of photos, but I'm dead lazy to go all the way to my room to get it, although my room is just like 4 steps away... Frankly, I'm lazy to do anything now. Just sitting here, typing, listening to my drama ( hell yeah I multitasks), wondering what to do next... I tried to study, like seriously study, and shit ass studying sucks. I don't know how those people manage to say things like, " You study for your knowledge, not for exam..." it's just shit to me. I study for exam purposes. I am a sucker in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Can you relate?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You sit in your towel after a shower because you're too lazy to get dressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You and your best friend can say one word, and crack up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You hate when one string of your hoodie is longer than the other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You hate it when people think you like someone when you clearly don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You hate it when your favorite song comes on, as you pull into the driveway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You feel like if you turn on the lights, you will be safe from anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You push those little buttons on the lids of fast-food drinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You laugh until people get hurt, then stop when you realize it's serious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You hate it when parents get serious about something funny you tell them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You hate when you tell a guy to shut up and they copy you in a higher voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You pretend to sleep when your parents come in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You text the person next to you things that you can't say out loud.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You hate when people in front of you walk really slow and you can't get past them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're always tired no matter how much sleep you get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You stop the microwave before it hits 00:00 to avoid hearing the beeps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You use the "sup" head nod.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You just did the nod after you read it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You hate when you are mad at someone and they make you laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You check the fridge every ten seconds to see if food magically appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&
