<?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-446695547291034234</id><updated>2011-10-02T20:55:38.621+08:00</updated><category term='whoot whoot'/><category term='Friendships.Joy.Assessments?'/><category term='P/S: I love you'/><category term='lemon'/><category term='tequila'/><category term='fun.fun.fun.'/><category term='harsh.'/><category term='single ladies.obama.whatever you like.'/><category term='ParkCity.'/><category term='laughters.'/><category term='perfections is bullshits.'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='recall.'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='hibernating.'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='makeover.maxis'/><category term='fringe'/><category term='lalala~'/><category term='wasted'/><category term='quizzes.'/><category term='baby.'/><category term='weekend soon'/><category term='Monday sux'/><category term='christmas mood'/><category term='1'/><category term='maggi'/><category term='geli mat.'/><category term='vietnam.tam biet.'/><category term='tarots'/><category term='sexy bitch'/><category term='weee'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='bf'/><category term='boredom+tag'/><category term='harsh emotional post'/><category term='wish.'/><category term='sick.'/><category term='Technologies.Smoking.'/><category term='salt'/><category term='Friendships.'/><category term='just dance.'/><category term='bestfriend.'/><category term='AHA'/><category term='mushrooms.'/><category term='Friendships.Joys.'/><title type='text'>dijon mustard &amp; honey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3060448113126925358</id><published>2011-08-14T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:44:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR!!</title><content type='html'>I hate you. Everything about you. Including your name. It pissed me off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3060448113126925358?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3060448113126925358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3060448113126925358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3060448113126925358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3060448113126925358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2011/08/grrr.html' title='GRRR!!'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2468165867297673605</id><published>2011-06-23T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:41:59.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate that I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YAKSQ_NwUzI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/446695547291034234-2468165867297673605?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2468165867297673605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2468165867297673605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2468165867297673605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2468165867297673605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2011/06/hate-that-i-love-you.html' title='Hate that I love you'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YAKSQ_NwUzI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-619583215413038326</id><published>2011-05-05T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T04:03:14.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing better to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;NAME: Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AGE: 21. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BIRTHDATE: 2702&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PRESENT ADDRESS:  Land of the Hornbill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Last beverage = Coca Cola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Last phone call = Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Last text message = Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Last song you listened to = Arash thingy2..:-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Last time you cried = emmm??when aa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Dated someone twice = Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Been cheated on = Think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = Yes!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Lost someone special = Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Been depressed = duh!-.- dont tell me u never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up = yes!._. and it schucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAST YEAR (2010), HAVE YOU:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Made a new friend =  Yeahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Fallen out of love = Yeahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = YEAAHH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = Yeahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = Yesshh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = YES! but I did forgive.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list = Yeahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GENERAL:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Do you have any pets =  4 dogs, 1 cat, 1 turtle and fishes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday = It was a simple and unplanned gathering ended up drunk. Drink candlewax. Stop by the police. Being escort to the police station. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = 7.30. Class at 8am.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = Sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = For Fridays.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother = This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = huerm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = Bunyi motosikal anta newspaper awal pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = That fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Most visited webpage = been Youtube-ing a lot..-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. Nickname = Jill, Zel, Lenna, Sayang, Hun, Mamy, Cha2. -___________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Relationship Status = Let is just remained unknown for the rest of the world to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. He or She = Him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Elementary = St Columba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. High School = Kolej Tun Datu Tuanku Haji Bujang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. College = Curtin Uni&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. Hair color = Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Long or short = Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Height = emm..i know i am definitely more than 5ft. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = In love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. What do you like about yourself? = Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. Piercings = 1 pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. Tattoos = I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. Righty or lefty = Righty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52. First surgery = Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. First piercing = Ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. First best friend = Nara. And always will be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;55. First sport you joined = Relay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;56. First vacation = I don't remember. KL-Malacca-Johor-Singapore. All in one trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58. First pair of trainers = I don't remember. I think in high school? coz i prefer to be bare-footed.-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;59. Eating = Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60. Drinking = Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. I'm about to = continue doing nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. Listening to = Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;63. Waiting to = Sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;64. Want kids? = yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. Get Married? = Sure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;66. Career? = Stewardess -&amp;gt; PR Consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. Lips or eyes = Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = Both &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69. Shorter or taller = Taller than me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. Older or Younger = Older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = Don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = Relationship. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = Trouble maker &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = Yeahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = Yes. And I gave up using any of those eye-repairing items.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79. I deleted this question for innocent purposes = Huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80. Broke someone's heart = Yeah..I happened to lead him on. Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = Yah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;82. Been arrested = Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;83. Turned someone down =  Yeahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;84. Cried when someone died = -.-" and u expect me to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;85. Fallen for a friend = Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;86. Yourself = Sometimes no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;87. Miracles = Yea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;88. Love at first sight = Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;89. Heaven = Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;90. Santa Claus = Nope. Coz I always see my parents the one putting my presents under the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. Angels = Yes&lt;/p&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/446695547291034234-619583215413038326?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/619583215413038326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=619583215413038326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/619583215413038326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/619583215413038326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-better-to-do.html' title='Nothing better to do.'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4626934384420697407</id><published>2011-04-27T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:19:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is just around the corner..*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I wish you are here to see me graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend.&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/446695547291034234-4626934384420697407?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4626934384420697407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4626934384420697407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4626934384420697407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4626934384420697407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2011/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4508728681621108769</id><published>2011-03-06T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:02:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you la kawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not cool to argue with your own best friend. :[ To make things worst, that shouting turn to violent in best friend. :(( I don't want to lose another friend. NOT COOL!!!I don't like..*sniffs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you la kawan! Normally your off day we'll be spending time smoking or just watching movie..haiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-4508728681621108769?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4508728681621108769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4508728681621108769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4508728681621108769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4508728681621108769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you-la-kawan.html' title='I miss you la kawan'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4577486871045057428</id><published>2010-12-18T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:28:23.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orang lain pun bergerek gak. Sik la sampey nak lupak kawan la tek. Ku tauk ba, ku pernah gerek ngan perempuan tapi sikkan la ku ada hati mauk gerek ngan kau. Tambah gik perangai kau ya cam cibai. Aku pun sik berkenan nak bergerek ngan kau. HA HA!!&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-4577486871045057428?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4577486871045057428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4577486871045057428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4577486871045057428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4577486871045057428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-people-orang-lain-pun-bergerek-gak.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-886893638412683860</id><published>2010-12-12T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:56:05.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that we can spend time together like before..why are you trying to avoid me now? whats with all the sudden change? You know I really hate when things changing especially between you and I because I love you for the way you are when its my first time I fall for you. Not when you are trying to impress me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-886893638412683860?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/886893638412683860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=886893638412683860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/886893638412683860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/886893638412683860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-9219910572180395574</id><published>2010-12-04T04:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T04:45:58.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the way you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend, it's fucking early in the morning and I missed you badly. :[ I can't sleep. URGH!!I wish you are here with me in my arms and I watched you sleeping. Seriously I do love watching you sleeping for you sleep soundly like a baby..except baby doesn't snore as loud as you everytime I webcam-ed with you.HA HA!! I miss webcam with you and watch you fall asleep while webcam-ing. haiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girlfriend. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-9219910572180395574?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9219910572180395574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=9219910572180395574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/9219910572180395574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/9219910572180395574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-way-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8462781577301609690</id><published>2010-12-01T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:18:37.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture paints a thousand words but with photoshop it tells a thousand lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAY!!Just got back from Kuching..Not much shopping been done..but seriously I had no idea where the hell did I spent all my money. -____-" hopeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK!!back to reality..seriously I need to start looking for jobs now. gah!!and I'm F-ing lazy..FML!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8462781577301609690?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8462781577301609690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8462781577301609690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8462781577301609690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8462781577301609690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/12/picture-paints-thousand-words-but-with.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3952168022409937471</id><published>2010-11-10T21:40:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:05:30.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the story begins with the pictures, CLEAR pictures..and ends with blurry pictures. You've figured out why. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqkybN2SvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IW3VIA_2qEk/s1600/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqkybN2SvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IW3VIA_2qEk/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537919878011702002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is when we're wayyy still sober.. And everyone were not mixed properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqkoVwW-II/AAAAAAAAAWU/PRZSdVdxohg/s1600/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqkoVwW-II/AAAAAAAAAWU/PRZSdVdxohg/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537919704747145346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqkdee55SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7KOeCAzXrio/s1600/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqkdee55SI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7KOeCAzXrio/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537919518111294754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow I think that my sister really look like my cat..-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqjaAsEhzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uddjrVK04_I/s1600/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqjaAsEhzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uddjrVK04_I/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537918359062218546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen and Christine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqjStoDA_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/z9mUCD8m0a4/s1600/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqjStoDA_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/z9mUCD8m0a4/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537918233685984242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stacey &amp;amp; Karen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqjDMny3zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/blc11KqlZgk/s1600/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqjDMny3zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/blc11KqlZgk/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537917967128518450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen &amp;amp; Jerome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqizLPDkLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/nj9MBkfbMG4/s1600/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqizLPDkLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/nj9MBkfbMG4/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537917691878412466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had no idea why I tied my hair that night. And that Mark behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqihKr9exI/AAAAAAAAAVU/AdWeC5JXSiM/s1600/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqihKr9exI/AAAAAAAAAVU/AdWeC5JXSiM/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537917382493567762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqiYaUZndI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4OxSMGVO9mY/s1600/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqiYaUZndI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4OxSMGVO9mY/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537917232070893010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWH!!birthday girl and Jerome..LOL much Yome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqiONtbmvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/08tKDk01svM/s1600/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqiONtbmvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/08tKDk01svM/s320/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537917056887528178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jerome kinda control his macho at first..LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqiHQ-X5rI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jibKv6Xb1iM/s1600/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqiHQ-X5rI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jibKv6Xb1iM/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537916937504810674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH that earrings really annoyed me that night. People kept on pulling my earrings.-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqh8au_q2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/jmQAWo22e6U/s1600/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqh8au_q2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/jmQAWo22e6U/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537916751146101602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the right musics were being played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhmW8lkQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zgEEd9z84gw/s1600/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhmW8lkQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zgEEd9z84gw/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537916372172247298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhcSYSDAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yljCh2hVCuw/s1600/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhcSYSDAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yljCh2hVCuw/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537916199147539458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that Kok Boon's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhJx_GR7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/xDDIrA9bWS4/s1600/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhJx_GR7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/xDDIrA9bWS4/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537915881214330802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen and I on top of the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhChgJ6CI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PkPR5KK_YXI/s1600/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqhChgJ6CI/AAAAAAAAAUM/PkPR5KK_YXI/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537915756530493474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way at the back is Sharon, Karen was in between Esther and I.&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/446695547291034234-3952168022409937471?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3952168022409937471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3952168022409937471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3952168022409937471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3952168022409937471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/11/ladies-night.html' title='ladies night'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNqkybN2SvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IW3VIA_2qEk/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-976456527432781621</id><published>2010-11-07T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:01:46.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencil and Eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNWXk0fVuzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sG081IzvxYw/s1600/Pencil_and_Eraser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNWXk0fVuzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sG081IzvxYw/s320/Pencil_and_Eraser.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536497975743068978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;Pencil: I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;"All my life, I've been the pencil.. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;This is to all the parents out there...&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/446695547291034234-976456527432781621?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/976456527432781621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=976456527432781621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/976456527432781621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/976456527432781621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/11/pencil-and-eraser.html' title='Pencil and Eraser'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNWXk0fVuzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sG081IzvxYw/s72-c/Pencil_and_Eraser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4752640244479175063</id><published>2010-11-05T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:34:53.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;body ache!!i need massage..ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how long have it been since the last time I danced that much!i was not tipsy nor drunk. I just wana have fun and enjoy the night without being bothered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, of course, there'll always be the drunk person. Too bad it was not me..because I planned to get drunk. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36b7f9c6e7bc01b4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36b7f9c6e7bc01b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5581A0BE2771989D5AA5ED3A8476012B3A9C7E97.B6A2E85FD0BFE76319EFE5C2596EF9C0D387816%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36b7f9c6e7bc01b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrZKQE3uQe2puf5Jzgauj8OqRP_Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36b7f9c6e7bc01b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5581A0BE2771989D5AA5ED3A8476012B3A9C7E97.B6A2E85FD0BFE76319EFE5C2596EF9C0D387816%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36b7f9c6e7bc01b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrZKQE3uQe2puf5Jzgauj8OqRP_Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-4752640244479175063?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4752640244479175063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4752640244479175063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4752640244479175063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4752640244479175063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/11/body-achei-need-massage.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8672702650491124608</id><published>2010-11-03T04:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T04:28:16.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have mercy on your girlfriend. Please let her sleep. She can't sleep because she had to teman you sleep early and now she terbangun super awal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, the girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FUCKER MUCH!!i slept around 12-ish..and around 2-ish am..I woke up and can't sleep again.GAH!!how I wish I can sleep less during my assignments period before but noooo...I had more than enough sleep back then..pfft!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK!Let me briefly story you some bits and parts of my days..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually nothing much. haha!!I went to visit Sonia during her birthday..I bought her 1 small piece of strawberry cake. She's getting better.:) Starts her therapy last Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNBx2ozXngI/AAAAAAAAATs/l5jnPD81oXQ/s1600/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNBx2ozXngI/AAAAAAAAATs/l5jnPD81oXQ/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535049125518089730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH YA!!I went to PGA with my sisters and some church members..and there's this little girl..She looks familiar..here's the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNByhePuH1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Rv_eX4Ih2Sk/s1600/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNByhePuH1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Rv_eX4Ih2Sk/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535049861418590034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SEE!!they do have slight resemblance kan!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNBzamNNoyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/p0DDSFncx68/s1600/Kolase+Picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNBzamNNoyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/p0DDSFncx68/s320/Kolase+Picnik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535050842808099618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except the one top is more human-ish look larh..hehe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for today la. :) Cheers. Need to send mum and Elsa to airport later in the morning.:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8672702650491124608?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8672702650491124608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8672702650491124608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8672702650491124608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8672702650491124608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-boyfriend-have-mercy-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TNBx2ozXngI/AAAAAAAAATs/l5jnPD81oXQ/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2583664097144441264</id><published>2010-10-30T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T16:07:30.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; line-height: 20px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; "&gt;A Pastor's son - A Great Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;'Thanks Dad!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU * and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.  As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU . Then he gave me this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honour to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;    He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/446695547291034234-2583664097144441264?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2583664097144441264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2583664097144441264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2583664097144441264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2583664097144441264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/pastors-son-great-story-every-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8658936030161886386</id><published>2010-10-29T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:06:44.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAY!!I am so happy for you..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;URGHH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;List of things that needs to be done tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.Tidy the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Tidy the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Change bedsheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Tidy up all the clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Vacuum/sweep the floor. Mop the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Look for certificates file. *gah!i can't believe I misplaced all my certs.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Make myself busy. -_-"&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/446695547291034234-8658936030161886386?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8658936030161886386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8658936030161886386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8658936030161886386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8658936030161886386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/yeayi-am-so-happy-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3596690151286089653</id><published>2010-10-28T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:51:18.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is totally pissed!!How long have you known me and you still don't know me?what the fuck?!gosh!! and as usual I'm the one to take the blame. Everything is my fault. YEAH! Even if it's your fault, I'm the one taking the blame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever call me names if you don't know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3596690151286089653?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3596690151286089653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3596690151286089653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3596690151286089653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3596690151286089653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-totally-pissedhow-long-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1180827288544079148</id><published>2010-10-17T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:54:29.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tis is sad la. I am so mentally disturbed right now. I really need someone badly. :[ *eyesore*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never trust any promises. We called, we talked and you made me promised not to leave you. And I did. It was less than 24 hours and you, YOU! not me wanted to leave because of some lame reason. FUCK much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-distorted mind-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1180827288544079148?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1180827288544079148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1180827288544079148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1180827288544079148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1180827288544079148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/tis-is-sad-la.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8549565970998405624</id><published>2010-10-14T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:52:33.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could call you right now and complaint about how I'm procrastinating my work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:[ I know you would be flipped if you found out about my assignment due tomorrow or today and I have not even started a single thing. *sigh* What more to say if you know it was given like 2 weeks ago to complete. I feel hopeless somehow. And you were like "Go do your assignment now." Boyfriend, I know you care but it sounds as if I'm dating my own parents. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8549565970998405624?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8549565970998405624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8549565970998405624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8549565970998405624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8549565970998405624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-boyfriend-i-wish-i-could-call-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3404309185400531029</id><published>2010-10-12T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:25:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I sleep, you called me no matter what time, I still pick up the phone and talk to you. But when I called you when I needed someone to talk to, you just pissed at me. :[ You would just hung up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: Goodnight. I love you. Sweet dreams and God bless. Sorry I didn't get to finish my sentence when you just hung up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3404309185400531029?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3404309185400531029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3404309185400531029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3404309185400531029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3404309185400531029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-boyfriend-when-i-sleep-you-called.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7357446921444057827</id><published>2010-10-12T06:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:15:24.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I received a message saying that I can make free calls to all those in my friends and families for free for a week!!So yeah. Since its free, why waste right? until it was cut off by itself..which I don't know when since both fell asleep..-.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7357446921444057827?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7357446921444057827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7357446921444057827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7357446921444057827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7357446921444057827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-i-received-message-saying-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-187406954158072055</id><published>2010-10-11T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:00:02.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something I curi from Nara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;A - AVAILABLE: &lt;b&gt;haha!!I am not item that is on sale in Walmart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: &lt;strong&gt;February 27th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;C - CRUSHING ON:&lt;strong&gt; Justin Timberlake..-.-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD:&lt;strong&gt; Plain water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO :&lt;strong&gt; Nana. :) I shared all my ups and downs with her. I can only share stories and if she's here, I share my experience.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: &lt;b&gt;Tell him by Colbie Caillat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS:&lt;strong&gt; Gummy Bears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH:&lt;strong&gt; myself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;J - JUGGLE: &lt;b&gt;with life's experiences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE :&lt;strong&gt;only in games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: &lt;strong&gt;so far I think the balik kampung?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR&lt;strong&gt;: vanilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;O - ONE WISH: &lt;strong&gt;to be successful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST:&lt;strong&gt; Dinosaur..hahaha!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE:&lt;b&gt; when someone smile to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: &lt;strong&gt; Teenage dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP:&lt;b&gt; i think somewhere around 9 sumthing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN:&lt;strong&gt; black and white. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S)&lt;b&gt;: baby kailan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;W - WORST HABIT: &lt;strong&gt;procrastinating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: &lt;strong&gt;once. when I sprained my neck. :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE:&lt;strong&gt; they go down and up again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN:&lt;strong&gt; pisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Questions About You:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What color do you wear most:&lt;strong&gt; black.brown.black&amp;amp;white?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What are you listening to: &lt;b&gt;the bunyi kipas berpusing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Are you happy with your life right now:&lt;strong&gt; yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What is your favorite class in school: &lt;strong&gt;english&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Favorite pair of shoes:&lt;strong&gt; all of my adidas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Where do you wish you were right now: &lt;strong&gt;somewhere relaxing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CANS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Can you dance:&lt;b&gt; i can but 1st thing, what kind of dance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Can you whistle: &lt;strong&gt;sadly i sound like a chirping bird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Write with both hands:&lt;strong&gt; a bit. but my left hand's handwriting appears to be bigger and out of line.:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Walk with your toes curled:&lt;strong&gt; nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in miracles: &lt;strong&gt;Yes. Miracles do happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in magic: &lt;b&gt;illusions got me a lil confused.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Love at first sight: &lt;b&gt;Not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in Santa: &lt;strong&gt;I don't want to believe in Santa. Later Santa kiss my mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you know how to swim:&lt;strong&gt; DUH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you like roller coasters: &lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows:&lt;strong&gt; in some reality shows, they showed eating durians. I think I can handle that.LOL!! probably can if I had no idea what I'm eating. :-P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone: &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean: &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever painted your nails:&lt;strong&gt; Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What is the temperature outside &lt;strong&gt;: its been raining and windy for the past couple of days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What radio station do you listen to: &lt;strong&gt;Hitz.fm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at:&lt;strong&gt; Boulevard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What was the last thing you bought: &lt;b&gt;ZNH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched : &lt;strong&gt;Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who was the last person you called:&lt;strong&gt; Dinosaur. haha! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of: &lt;b&gt;myself!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to:&lt;strong&gt; kroo kroo kroo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Are you a happy person:&lt;strong&gt;i am happy but my moodswings change easily. but I'm flexible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What can make you happy:&lt;strong&gt; the beach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you wish you were happier:&lt;strong&gt; yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Can music make you happy:&lt;strong&gt; yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken: &lt;b&gt;not many times as well. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them: &lt;b&gt;u meant take a bullet for them or die bcoz they hurt you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK AT ME. (O_O ?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What is your current hair color:&lt;strong&gt; faded-I-don't-know-what-colour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Current piercings: &lt;b&gt;1 pair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have any tattoos:&lt;strong&gt; none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Eye color:&lt;strong&gt; dark brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Favorite eye color: &lt;strong&gt;dark brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Short or long hair:&lt;strong&gt; Short hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Height: &lt;b&gt;not too tall, not too short.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Best clothing: &lt;b&gt;anything as long they know how to bawa diri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Been to jail: &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Thrown up in a store: &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Cried in school: &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Pepsi or Coke: &lt;strong&gt;pepsi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: &lt;strong&gt;McD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Single or Group Dates: &lt;strong&gt;single dates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;strong&gt; Vanilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: &lt;strong&gt;Blueberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Meat or Veggies: &lt;strong&gt;meat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;TV or Movie:&lt;strong&gt;TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Guitar or Drums:&lt;strong&gt; drums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Adidas or Nike: &lt;b&gt;Adidas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Chinese or Mexican: &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: &lt;b&gt;Coco Crunch! haha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-187406954158072055?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/187406954158072055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=187406954158072055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/187406954158072055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/187406954158072055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-i-curi-from-nara.html' title='something I curi from Nara!'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3615624329546504506</id><published>2010-10-11T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:49:25.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish that you would do the same like what you asked me to do. You want me to follow your way, you should lead and show me that you're doing the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unsatisfied girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3615624329546504506?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3615624329546504506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3615624329546504506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3615624329546504506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3615624329546504506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-boyfriend-i-wish-that-you-would-do.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-9220073342661482378</id><published>2010-10-08T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:08:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like it when you talk about your past girlfriends to me. I do not need to know how they show their affections to you. I have my own way of showing it. Just for the record, I am your present girlfriend. Not your past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: I love you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-9220073342661482378?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9220073342661482378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=9220073342661482378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/9220073342661482378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/9220073342661482378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-boyfriend-i-dont-like-it-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6875203835930361029</id><published>2010-10-08T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T02:17:04.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the boyfriend and you're the girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOMEN VS TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men and TVs are inseparable. Like seriously!!Once they start installing TV in the room, women you gotta be careful cause the TV will be the next thing before you. What more to say when it comes to sports seasons; current example: The Commonwealth Game. Once the TV is on, don't expect you can get all the attention to yourself. pfft! You'll just lie down next to them..or maybe try to distract the beau. The only thing that the beau will do is giving you, "WTF?" look and then continue watching the TV. Even the normal channel such as TV1, 2 and 3 can be sooo interesting for them. And when it's off, time for some nap. :[&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6875203835930361029?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6875203835930361029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6875203835930361029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6875203835930361029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6875203835930361029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-boyfriend-and-youre-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8848922239758248516</id><published>2010-10-03T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:48:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm wide awake now after you called me. And now u're sleeping. -__-" boyfriend, I know you don't like me being a panda. Wake up, eat, then lie down, rocking myself don't know what to do..end up eating again. I'm sorry I'm so blurr. :[ But pandas r so ADORABLE!!*faint* oOoohh!!I'm effin hungreh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8848922239758248516?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8848922239758248516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8848922239758248516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8848922239758248516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8848922239758248516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7730946447571665736</id><published>2010-10-02T08:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T08:19:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please come back home fast. I'm so stress with my game. -________-" I don't know how to open up the new island. And yesh!!I'm in Level 192.huhu!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7730946447571665736?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7730946447571665736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7730946447571665736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7730946447571665736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7730946447571665736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-love-please-come-back-home-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-9184532582255177299</id><published>2010-10-01T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:35:53.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMAIGOD IM SO IN LOVE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is in her procrastination mood.AGAIN! The thingy due I think sometimes noon. And I haven't even start yet. watahel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please come back home. The girlfriend is missing you badly. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-9184532582255177299?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/9184532582255177299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=9184532582255177299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/9184532582255177299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/9184532582255177299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/10/omaigod-im-so-in-love-is-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7651528685443974145</id><published>2010-09-29T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:58:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;YEAY!!dad bought me a new phone. I chose Sony Ericsson Hazel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt; . I know most of you might think, "She's so vain. She even want the phone with the brand of her name." Dad wanted to buy me Sony Ericsson Aino but I don't want. You guys must be, "WTF is wrong with her?" Functions more or less the same..Just that I don't really fancy touch screen?I think it is so mafan especially during driving. Well, people tend to text me when I'm driving and when I'm not, no one will be texting me..WTF!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Hazel support the GreenHeart campaign by Sony Ericsson. And as a nature lover, (however allergic to it) I support this kind of campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. It is splash resistant. Thinking that I might be a little careless with the phone. Knowing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. It has a GPS and WiFi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. It has a Noise shield to filter the surrounding sound. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. I can record video in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Hazel phone has a smile detector. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Can go on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. Hazel can IM while Aino can't. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. Longer talktime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. I don't really understand what is walkmate but it is applicable for the phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TKNTr6KeiLI/AAAAAAAAATU/R1pEGOWpNMc/s320/Sony_Ericsson_Elm_and_Hazel_GreenHeart_phones_2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522349581899040946" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is the phone that I chose.&lt;/div&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/446695547291034234-7651528685443974145?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7651528685443974145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7651528685443974145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7651528685443974145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7651528685443974145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeaydad-bought-me-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TKNTr6KeiLI/AAAAAAAAATU/R1pEGOWpNMc/s72-c/Sony_Ericsson_Elm_and_Hazel_GreenHeart_phones_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8361767614363645147</id><published>2010-09-29T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:45:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knight of valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Knight of Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; "&gt;Susan looked at her idle doodlings, wondering why she'd enclosed the name Daniel in a heart. Perhaps because it was February 14th, and he'd promised to return for her on Valentine's day. But, alas, he'd only been a dream, gone with the morning light. She sighed and laid her pen and pad on the bed beside her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bedroom curtains billowed in the gentle breeze, blowing through the open window. Susan slid from her bed and walked to the French doors that led out onto her balcony. The moon cast its ethereal glow across the white banisters. It was on a night such as this, in her dream, that Daniel had rode upon his black stallion. He looked like a highwayman out to steal a kiss from his ladylove before his pursuers overtook him. Black clothes gave the appearance that he was one with his horse; strong and muscular, with a savageness that could not be contained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He bowed low in his saddle and said, "Good eve, my most fair lady." A brilliant smile split his face, and a mischievous gleam twinkled in his dark eyes. The horse pranced underneath him. Daniel's hands tightened on the reins, taking control of the beast like he took control of Susan's heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Please, sir, you must not serenade me at my father's house. Go, before he finds you here." She shooed him away with a dainty hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I, Daniel Knight, will return for you on Valentine's day, a year from hence." He jerked the bridle. The horse reared up on its hind legs before galloping off into the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the memory of her dream to keep her warm, Susan stood on the balcony and waited for a love she knew wasn't coming. He was nothing more than a piece of her subconscious born to give her pleasure in sleep. Many nights she'd felt his lips upon her fevered skin; many nights his hands played her like a Master plays his violin; many nights she'd fallen asleep in his powerful embrace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How she longed for his shadow to fall across her threshold; how she longed for him to carry her away into the night; how she longed for the dream to become reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind picked up and blew her nightgown taut across her slim body. A whippoorwill sang its melancholy song; the katydids added to the orchestra of the night. The moon released her from its mesmerizing hold, and she turned from the banisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But wait! What was that noise coming on the wind? Her heart hammered against her ribs. No, it couldn't be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounded like the beat of hoofs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xg3vE8Ie_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&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/446695547291034234-8361767614363645147?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8361767614363645147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8361767614363645147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8361767614363645147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8361767614363645147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/knight-of-valentine.html' title='knight of valentine'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4996760435568218351</id><published>2010-09-28T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:22:34.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I is so bored. :[ GAH!!I'm getting fatter by each day. :/ Another sad case. I no likey likey..wanted to go for cardio dance class, swimming, hiking..etc etc..I'm such a lazy couch potato..MRS POTATO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TKHCV_7o01I/AAAAAAAAATM/63jDmLwlj8c/s320/couch_potato.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521908301327553362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe I'll just start dancing and exercising in my own room with my own music..This fat is seriously driving me crazy!! ARRR!!!I miss the other half already..T_______T he's here for a week only..pfft!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtKX08acAfI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtKX08acAfI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always raining here..and the bed always call me to sleep in. GRRR!!!I wonder why everytime I make my bed, I tend to sleep back right after the satisfaction of seeing the bed was being make..No wonder the kakak sometime make my bed sometimes she doesn't. She only make the bed when I'm out.-______-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyhoos, xoxo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-4996760435568218351?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4996760435568218351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4996760435568218351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4996760435568218351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4996760435568218351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-is-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TKHCV_7o01I/AAAAAAAAATM/63jDmLwlj8c/s72-c/couch_potato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5400437910472064303</id><published>2010-09-27T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:28:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK!!!i send credit to wrong number!!cibai!!!!:[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I got it back..LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5400437910472064303?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5400437910472064303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5400437910472064303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5400437910472064303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5400437910472064303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/fucki-send-credit-to-wrong-numbercibai.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6542502288864737536</id><published>2010-09-26T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:34:20.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really having a reaaaaalllly bad cold now..sad case. I know. Been sneezing the whole morning.@_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJ7103aWFGI/AAAAAAAAATE/uZSTznvIp_U/s320/cold.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 227px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521120481779258466" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, another sad case. I can't be there for the other half. The other half was not feeling well also.. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dearest boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry I can't be there for you when you are not feeling well. I'm not feeling so good right now. I do not want you to be infected by me. And I do not want you to worry about me when I am not feeling well but still drag myself to meet you. I just want you to know that I really want you to be there with you. 2nd, the car was being used. So, I'm just stuck at home. I'm so sad right now..I want to see you. :[ I just want you to know that I really love you and wish to be there with you every moments and seconds of life. Take care love. I'll visit you when I feel much better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6542502288864737536?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6542502288864737536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6542502288864737536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6542502288864737536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6542502288864737536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/other-half.html' title='the other half'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJ7103aWFGI/AAAAAAAAATE/uZSTznvIp_U/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1269420477945189684</id><published>2010-09-25T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:03:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a really bad flu now. T___T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I just gonna stay and home and rot to death..@_@ oOohh..i was watching to this stand up comedy on youtube about "Racist give basket" and "Drinking and Driving." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbppTv4pCGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbppTv4pCGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6--kTcODn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6--kTcODn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1269420477945189684?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1269420477945189684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1269420477945189684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1269420477945189684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1269420477945189684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/having-really-bad-flu-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6740433962396351639</id><published>2010-09-24T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:47:17.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm still F-ing wide awake. Great. Thought of sleeping and rest for 15 minutes. Mana la tau, dragged till 2 hours later. And now continue on with the procrastinations of playing the FB game before I really really get my ass on working out the assignments. GAHHH!!I'm a PhD in Procrastination major. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyways, random fact. After the movie 2012 was out, there's rumors spreading around that the world will end in 2012 specifically 21st December 2012. There won't be any Christmas? Anyways, I found something quoted by someone, "If the world ends in 2012, why does my yogurt expires in 2013?" And another thing, why would they create technologies like this as what stated in the title,"Technologies in 2014"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1479872168528&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1479872168528&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for now. Peace out A-Town.:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6740433962396351639?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6740433962396351639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6740433962396351639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6740433962396351639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6740433962396351639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-f-ing-wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7668642751079327065</id><published>2010-09-21T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:57:48.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found that panda is actually very cute despite their laziness of sleeping and eating habit. Hey!what do you expect, they don't study or go uni like we do. I found a very cute video about panda and evil as well..NEVER SAY NO TO PANDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X21mJh6j9i4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X21mJh6j9i4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7668642751079327065?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7668642751079327065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7668642751079327065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7668642751079327065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7668642751079327065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/panda.html' title='panda'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3900873104246079475</id><published>2010-09-20T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:26:50.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell him</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyRU9mow5uU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyRU9mow5uU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be patient, let me be kind&lt;br /&gt;Make me unselfish without bein' blind&lt;br /&gt;Though I may suffer, I'll envy it not&lt;br /&gt;And endure what comes, 'cause he's all that I got and tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell him&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may have faith, to make mountains fall&lt;br /&gt;But if I lack love, then I am nothin' at all&lt;br /&gt;If I can give away, everything I possess&lt;br /&gt;But I'm without love then I have no happiness&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm imperfect and not without sin&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm older all childish things end and tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him and&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be jealous&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be too proud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love is not boastful&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and love is not loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna, gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on earth&lt;br /&gt;But if I speak wrong, ooh, then what is it worth?&lt;br /&gt;See what we now know is nothing compared&lt;br /&gt;To the love that was shown when our lives were spared and tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I need him&lt;br /&gt;Tell him I love him and&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3900873104246079475?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3900873104246079475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3900873104246079475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3900873104246079475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3900873104246079475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/tell-him.html' title='tell him'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8575923890415540918</id><published>2010-09-20T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:10:35.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to move Japan. Then, I would be slim!!*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;According to CNN, it is illegal to be fat in Japan. Isn't it cool????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1hqHo6lyUU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1hqHo6lyUU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8575923890415540918?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8575923890415540918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8575923890415540918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8575923890415540918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8575923890415540918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-to-move-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8134810945360671791</id><published>2010-09-19T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:21:16.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When life hands you lemon, ask for Tequila and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJWqusFGLUI/AAAAAAAAASs/Vm0EQSS2jZ4/s1600/teq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJWqusFGLUI/AAAAAAAAASs/Vm0EQSS2jZ4/s320/teq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518504637495651650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dearest Tequila,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much and so does your buddy, the salt and lemon. When are we going to spend time like the old days? Before you were always free on Wednesday night and we always hang out together at Balcony. But what happened now? I don't like Vodka and Gin's companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF much?!I know rightt...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8134810945360671791?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8134810945360671791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8134810945360671791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8134810945360671791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8134810945360671791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-life-hands-you-lemon-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJWqusFGLUI/AAAAAAAAASs/Vm0EQSS2jZ4/s72-c/teq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7722958292846095805</id><published>2010-09-17T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:54:49.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is in the moody and moodless mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJK7xDk5ekI/AAAAAAAAASk/uvSzS3qkGE4/s1600/Littly_Miss_Moody_by_yellow_stock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJK7xDk5ekI/AAAAAAAAASk/uvSzS3qkGE4/s320/Littly_Miss_Moody_by_yellow_stock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517678944930331202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7722958292846095805?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7722958292846095805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7722958292846095805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7722958292846095805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7722958292846095805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-in-moody-and-moodless-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TJK7xDk5ekI/AAAAAAAAASk/uvSzS3qkGE4/s72-c/Littly_Miss_Moody_by_yellow_stock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8941981948659165943</id><published>2010-09-15T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:39:09.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QnA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rule #1: If you open this you take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rule #2: You are  NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rule  #3: Tag 25 people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer True or False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q:  Kissed someone on your friends list? True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Been arrested? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q:  Do you like someone? True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Held a snake? True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Been  suspended from school? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Sang karaoke? True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Done  something you told yourself you wouldn't do? True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Laughed until  you started crying? True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue?  False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Sang in the shower?  True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool  with all your clothes on? False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Broken a bone? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q:  Shaved your head? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone? True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q:  Shot a gun? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: Donated Blood? False&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just be  100% truthful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You hung out  with? mum and Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. You texted? Dydy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  You were in a car with? mum and Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Went to the movies  with? Dylan, Karen n Dydy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Person you went to shop with? Dydy?i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. You talked on the phone? Dydy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.  Made you laugh? May, Cecea, Dydy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. You hugged? Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANSWER  TRUTHFULLY(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Sun or moon? sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Winter or Fall? Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Left or Right? Right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Sunny or rainy? Cloudy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.  Where do you live? malaysia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Club or pub? club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Are  there 1 or 2 people who you can always trust and rely on? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Do  you want to get married? havent cross the mind yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti  or cut it? Twirl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What time is it? 9.30pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Are you  afraid of commitment? there are times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. What is your greatest  hope/wish? open up a business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Do you cook? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14.  Current mood? hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE  YOU...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Kissed someone? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Sang? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  Listened to music? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Danced? yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Cried? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.  Liked someone you can't? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Who  was your first prom date? prom is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Who was your first roommate?  none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got  drunk the first time? Jim Beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. What was your  first car? my own car?none. kembara's my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. When did you go to your first funeral  and viewing? not sure.i think it was my late uncle.1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Who was your first grade  teacher? cikgu shamzamzariah..i think that is how to spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Where did you go on your first ride on  an airplane? KL!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. When you snuck out of your  house for the first time, who was it with? 2009. Esther, Christine &amp;amp; Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Who was your  first Best Friend? Nara Catriona Kaymo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Who is your best friend? I don't really classify my friends that way. Nara and I grew up together, so its exceptional.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Where was your first  sleepover? Nara's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Who is the first person you  call when you have a bad day? Dydy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Who's wedding  were you in the first time you were a Bridesmaid or groomsman? flowergirl ever la..Kakak Angela.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14.  What's the first thing you did when you got up this morning? check the time and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15.  First tattoo or piercing? piercing ear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. First celebrity  crush? i think the guy from BSB..hahahahha..Bryan i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. First crush? Along...i know..the cat.-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8941981948659165943?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8941981948659165943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8941981948659165943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8941981948659165943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8941981948659165943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/qna.html' title='QnA'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3607225687824839889</id><published>2010-09-15T04:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T04:11:43.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Universe, 9 planets, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas and I had the privilege to meet you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people, don't tryna act like you can read me like a book and you know me that well when you had no idea at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no likey likey you.&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/446695547291034234-3607225687824839889?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3607225687824839889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3607225687824839889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3607225687824839889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3607225687824839889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-universe-9-planets-204-countries-809.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4038023948826135991</id><published>2010-09-14T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:30:46.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me don't likey this feeling. Lesson learnt. Don't be too nice to people. They tend to step on you once they think that they have overpowered you. I chat with Ray and Fred last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred said, "You're too nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray said, "Why do you have to meet this kind of weird people? Lesson learnt. Choose your friend wisely."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TI9AhgR9igI/AAAAAAAAASc/1U2gvEU0RAM/s1600/its-cute-to-be-a-hateful-little-shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TI9AhgR9igI/AAAAAAAAASc/1U2gvEU0RAM/s320/its-cute-to-be-a-hateful-little-shit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516699012897278466" border="0" /&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/446695547291034234-4038023948826135991?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4038023948826135991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4038023948826135991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4038023948826135991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4038023948826135991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-dont-likey-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TI9AhgR9igI/AAAAAAAAASc/1U2gvEU0RAM/s72-c/its-cute-to-be-a-hateful-little-shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8870443673700992895</id><published>2010-09-13T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:18:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8v5M2hPI/AAAAAAAAASU/HU52NRjzCEA/s1600/61340_138614649516360_100001034763695_217505_3414559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8v5M2hPI/AAAAAAAAASU/HU52NRjzCEA/s320/61340_138614649516360_100001034763695_217505_3414559_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516061543360791794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Me, Cecea, May Nat and Along*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8oR32NUI/AAAAAAAAASM/nrffSIKK5a0/s1600/60277_138615892849569_100001034763695_217540_3486804_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8oR32NUI/AAAAAAAAASM/nrffSIKK5a0/s320/60277_138615892849569_100001034763695_217540_3486804_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516061412544623938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*While waiting for the rain to stop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8f6FYxII/AAAAAAAAASE/Eoan0rDqkaI/s1600/46651_138614259516399_100001034763695_217498_120152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8f6FYxII/AAAAAAAAASE/Eoan0rDqkaI/s320/46651_138614259516399_100001034763695_217498_120152_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516061268720010370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*At Mama's sister house. Rumah SyafiQ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8cKgurtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MPdgXE5BHVU/s1600/46651_138614256183066_100001034763695_217497_3103438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8XGugQKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jd81QiFUoBM/s1600/46651_138614236183068_100001034763695_217491_6163353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8XGugQKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jd81QiFUoBM/s320/46651_138614236183068_100001034763695_217491_6163353_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516061117494870178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Me, Cecea and May Nat*&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/446695547291034234-8870443673700992895?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8870443673700992895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8870443673700992895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8870443673700992895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8870443673700992895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-pix.html' title='Raya Pix'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TIz8v5M2hPI/AAAAAAAAASU/HU52NRjzCEA/s72-c/61340_138614649516360_100001034763695_217505_3414559_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4053360834623524913</id><published>2010-09-12T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:12:01.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry havent been updating the blog awhile. Anyhoos, Raya just passed. :) tummy so full with ketupat, rendang, kari, kuih lapis and so on. On the first day of Raya, I went visiting with Andy and the whole family. krooo!!!First we went to Mama's mother punya house. Then, we went to Mama's sister. Another eating session. huahuahua..Then, went to Mak Yeng's sister's house. Mak Yeng is Andy's mother. I'm not sure if I got the spelling right. However, we got stucked due to the heavy downfall. So, me and cecea, tak tahu malu kan, served ourselves and induldging and enjoying every bites. LOL!!Andy and May can only shook their heads. And our reason was, "Makan tiap-tiap hari, tapi Raya sekali setahun jak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to Andy's house. Not open house la because Mama's father just passed away this year, so don't really celebrate la. May went back to Mukah. Cecea got some kind of seminar. So only the 5 of us at home. I came around 11am like that?We had simple lunch. Curry and mixed vegetables. After that, we sat in front of the TV and watched Mohabbattein. Since no one visiting, everyone went to have the afternoon nap except for Along. Woke up and watch TV again. And then around 6 something, Karen, Christine and Rowena came over visiting. After that, balik. Then, so called do assignment.-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, didn't go to church. Stomachache. Too much curry I assumed. Got a little cranky and moody. You know la..there are times when you just don't know why you feel sad and what exactly that bothers your feelings. Went sunset at Lutong beach then went dinner at Island. :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!The raya pictures will be post at next post.. :)&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/446695547291034234-4053360834623524913?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4053360834623524913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4053360834623524913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4053360834623524913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4053360834623524913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya.html' title='Raya'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8835025122159019471</id><published>2010-09-08T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:36:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone's probably off to their own LaLa Land already..and I am still up doing nothing.*sigh* Anyways, I was on the phone with the loved ones earlier..and that includes u my dearest anak kayan. OMAIGAWD!i miss you la..although it was like only last Friday we go see you. HEHE!!should I or shouldn't I go for the baking2 cookies tomorrow? I see first la.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also in this post, I would like to wish my dearest sayang, Esther Teo, Happy birthday and have a blast. Make sure you get wasted and God bless. Muahx3!!Love you sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a been a long time since I hang out with those two&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Christine &amp;amp; Esther)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If it wasn't because of Aaron getting drunk that night in Thai Bar, Esther and I wouldn't have known each other. And Christine, if it wasn't because of my ex dumping me for you, I wouldn't have known u either. Everything happened for a reason. And the reasons brought me to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered how I always climbed and sneaked out to go clubbing with you guys. LOL! remember??every Friday and Saturday, 10.30pm? you guys will parked at my neighbour's front gate, and I will be bringing my dress in my bag. Going out with shorts and shirts and slippers so that it will be easier for me to climb in and out. big LOL there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!how I used to remember that I will always on the TV so that it will sound as if someone is watching it downstairs. Now it wasn't that easy compare to before...It was all due to the renovation. grrr!!And the back door was noisy..krooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking out reminded me as well about Davis. I sneaked out to go clubbing with him. Smooth righttt..Seriously it was so easy before. Those people who had seen me climbing the gates before, lucky you. haha! There's incidence where I went clubbing on Saturday and I have to go for early Sunday mass because the Bishop was around. Practically I was sleeping during the mass..-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget as well, I was so drunk that I fall off the gate to the ground. I told myself not to drink to much..but NOOOOOOOOOOOO...I have to..LOL!I lose track of counting numbers of shots, beers and mix for that night. But that still can't beat my straight 14 shots of tequilas and couple of beers. I ordered 2 shots of tequila for my friend and I. But unluckily, she didn't drink. So I had her shot. Then, I ordered another 2 shots us. And I've forgotten that she doesn't drink. So I had her share again. I gave up. I ordered 10 tequila shots and aligned them in a straight line, and drink them 1 go. To top it off, I drank it with beers. Great combinations ayy!! Funny how the bartender told me to slow down that night. Btw, the rest of the night was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign that I better off to bed now before I start my crap some more.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8835025122159019471?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8835025122159019471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8835025122159019471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8835025122159019471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8835025122159019471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/everyones-probably-off-to-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3259679488577882523</id><published>2010-09-06T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:14:46.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huehuehue!!GOOD MORNING HUMANS. Can't wait to berbuka puasa together with him today. *grin* LIFE!&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/446695547291034234-3259679488577882523?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3259679488577882523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3259679488577882523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3259679488577882523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3259679488577882523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/huehuehuegood-morning-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8646346906519597243</id><published>2010-09-05T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:52:26.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><title type='text'>boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>Dearest boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to sleep early everyday? I know like what always its good that you'll be having enough rest..but it is so not cool to be waking in the middle of the night and start to kroo kroo and had to spend time with fb. :( From bf turns to fb. Sad. FB can't love me the way that you love me. It's raining and I'm missing you so much right now. Can't wait and can't wait to berbuka puasa with you. Muahx3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;The girlfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8646346906519597243?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8646346906519597243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8646346906519597243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8646346906519597243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8646346906519597243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/09/boyfriend.html' title='boyfriend.'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7046287306613005000</id><published>2010-08-26T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:47:07.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana. suddenly I teringat kan Nanny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed how I always sleepover with you. The 2 of us have difficulties waking up. but of course you would wake up earlier then me. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed to sleepover with her when you guys went for travelling. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the mee she always cooked and served with the purple, green or pink tupperware plates and also the milo or tea with the green cup.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget listening to you 2 arguing. krooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH!!!I really miss having you guys around.&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/446695547291034234-7046287306613005000?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7046287306613005000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7046287306613005000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7046287306613005000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7046287306613005000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/nana.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8427170960435489491</id><published>2010-08-22T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:28:45.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I IS SO THE VERY LAZY NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/THDC0pplK_I/AAAAAAAAARk/AdDmdZfzVUs/s1600/procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/THDC0pplK_I/AAAAAAAAARk/AdDmdZfzVUs/s320/procrastination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508116554063358962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLAME THE WEATHER~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8427170960435489491?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8427170960435489491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8427170960435489491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8427170960435489491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8427170960435489491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-is-so-very-lazy-now-blame-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/THDC0pplK_I/AAAAAAAAARk/AdDmdZfzVUs/s72-c/procrastination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4978271336506118551</id><published>2010-08-21T09:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:49:52.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORNING WORLD!!i don't know why am I so energetic this morning..kruu..he left.:( so sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8rKQEH2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/WcB7y0Nef3E/s1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8rKQEH2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/WcB7y0Nef3E/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507668324408350898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways, today I woke up freaking early..:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8ryGDQYEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/N3hxJHlhKtA/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8ryGDQYEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/N3hxJHlhKtA/s320/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507669008915128386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I had no idea what to do..I feel like going back to sleep..:-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8sBEGFQTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sMsc-xxQy1w/s1600/earlymorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8sBEGFQTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sMsc-xxQy1w/s320/earlymorning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507669266088149298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8uUxGm5oI/AAAAAAAAARE/yIIoY4KUtD8/s1600/cant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8uUxGm5oI/AAAAAAAAARE/yIIoY4KUtD8/s320/cant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507671803610719874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say early bird gets the worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8sS3ee4GI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zqWslIcbg3Q/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8sS3ee4GI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zqWslIcbg3Q/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507669571938476130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However, I get..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8sw1XErNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LJC6OrPdxnE/s1600/nothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8sw1XErNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LJC6OrPdxnE/s320/nothing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507670086766603474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8tDlrsK4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H-45UYX0f2k/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8tDlrsK4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H-45UYX0f2k/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507670408975625090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8u1REb96I/AAAAAAAAARM/CdywhTWS_tc/s1600/hungry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8u1REb96I/AAAAAAAAARM/CdywhTWS_tc/s320/hungry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507672361947363234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not fair!!this guy with the lan si face-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8vqZxt4JI/AAAAAAAAARU/SxCNYVLXsDk/s1600/lan+si.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8vqZxt4JI/AAAAAAAAARU/SxCNYVLXsDk/s320/lan+si.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507673274817831058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;go 2020 ALONE to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8v28S_CGI/AAAAAAAAARc/NCySSYTdtVA/s1600/dim_sum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8v28S_CGI/AAAAAAAAARc/NCySSYTdtVA/s320/dim_sum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507673490242603106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-4978271336506118551?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4978271336506118551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4978271336506118551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4978271336506118551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4978271336506118551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/morning-worldi-dont-know-why-am-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG8rKQEH2LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/WcB7y0Nef3E/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4091923523981759062</id><published>2010-08-20T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:32:23.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Badly missing you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4hTzMpvUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S_W9bONWhLw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4hTzMpvUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S_W9bONWhLw/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507376018365201730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I NEED THAT HONEY SUNFLOWERS KERNEL!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4f9VVAomI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2Zedbtc4dqs/s1600/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4f9VVAomI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2Zedbtc4dqs/s320/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507374532878443106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, I bought this dress from Jia..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4gSDsB4DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/B5y0ccTjyNk/s1600/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4gSDsB4DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/B5y0ccTjyNk/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507374888920408114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also this bare back and sleeveless shirt/sweater with hoody..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4god52hsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_EnAThnUTTc/s1600/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4god52hsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_EnAThnUTTc/s320/DSC00100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507375273914828482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-4091923523981759062?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4091923523981759062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4091923523981759062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4091923523981759062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4091923523981759062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/miss-you.html' title='miss you'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG4hTzMpvUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S_W9bONWhLw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3617067264285583839</id><published>2010-08-19T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:12:32.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG0DawGxqbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/j860zawXKQc/s1600/dont-ride-my-jock-if-you-dont-like-where-its-going.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG0DawGxqbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/j860zawXKQc/s320/dont-ride-my-jock-if-you-dont-like-where-its-going.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507061677468789170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3617067264285583839?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3617067264285583839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3617067264285583839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3617067264285583839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3617067264285583839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-first.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TG0DawGxqbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/j860zawXKQc/s72-c/dont-ride-my-jock-if-you-dont-like-where-its-going.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1531160348787815740</id><published>2010-08-19T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T01:55:17.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and  said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.  Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know  what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,  why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the  chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't  talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what  had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory  answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I  just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated  that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent  ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for  her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I  had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front  of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a  kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several  weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something  at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell  asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not  care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want  anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She  requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a  life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a  month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken  marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to  recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of  our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going  crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd  request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and  thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to  face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was  explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we  both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy  in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to  the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in  my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about  the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside&lt;br /&gt;the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the  office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my  chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I  hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she  was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair  was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I  wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy  returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was  growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry  her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me  stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few  dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my  dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so  thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her  heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out.  To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an  essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer  and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I  might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,  walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her  hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;  it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held  her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I  held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked  intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the  door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked  upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not  want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a  fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I  won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I  didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each  other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on  our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then  slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove  away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my  wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and  wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I  run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane  to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save  me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push  thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a  loving husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a  relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the  bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot  give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend  and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a  real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they  were to success when they gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A  LIFETIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has  joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Stephanie Halmilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TGweOuo4pQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uPVQuBGVc2k/s1600/marriage1247232555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TGweOuo4pQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uPVQuBGVc2k/s320/marriage1247232555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506809682753791234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1531160348787815740?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1531160348787815740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1531160348787815740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1531160348787815740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1531160348787815740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TGweOuo4pQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uPVQuBGVc2k/s72-c/marriage1247232555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3734397759877092959</id><published>2010-08-18T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:16:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know that it is still months awayyyy!!but I started counting the days for my beloved cousin to come back home!!weee!!!I can't wait I can't wait~~ Nana, if you happened to be around during my graduation, I want you to be there for me..I know it's just a Diploma, but I still want you to be around. :) readers, as you can see, she's always there for me through my ups and downs. When she disapproved, she won't stab me at the back. That is not her if happen in the future I heard rumours about her bitching about me. She would rather stab me in front..hihii~ jk! But if she disapproved, she'll say her opinion but she still support me no matter what as long it makes me happy. We grew up together since baby. My mum would sent me over to her house so that nanny will take care of us. We went to the same tadika, Tadika Petronas. We split in Primary school but we still go to the same tuition. We still hang out. Then, we went to the same High School. Meet in school, still go to the same tuition and after tuition, we still hang around together. When we were together and start talking, it'll be like there's no tomorrow for us. :) Both of us enjoy watching EPL. Not to say the late nights we had waiting for the match to start. This girl was always there by my bed when I was admitted in hospital in 2006,2007 and 2008. In 2008, she said she had no idea how to leave Miri to NZ if I keep landing up in the hospital..kruuu!!She came back from to Miri end of 2009, but I only had little time to spend with her. But I'm still glad to finally can see her although the limited times we had. I was still in Singapore when she came over to Miri. I only arrived on her final night before she's heading to Kuching. And this year, SHE'S COMING BACK AGAIN..AND I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT FOR HER TO COME BACK~~ xoxo!!&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/446695547291034234-3734397759877092959?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3734397759877092959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3734397759877092959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3734397759877092959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3734397759877092959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/cousin-nana.html' title='cousin Nana'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2586778652997076204</id><published>2010-08-10T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:34:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nr_Btoe_jI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nr_Btoe_jI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="slly"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;I'm so mad at you right now&lt;br /&gt;That  I can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;And I should shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;So I don't let  out the cruel things I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="slly"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;Cuz when love starts out&lt;br /&gt;It's  all peachy&lt;br /&gt;I love  you, you love me seems easy&lt;br /&gt;It's like a walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;But the  picture of love some try to paint&lt;br /&gt;It's a contrast to the real  landscape&lt;br /&gt;But I promise to give you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="slly"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will  choose to love you, yeahh&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wanna stay mad&lt;br /&gt;Even though  I wanna get angry&lt;br /&gt;Though it may be easier to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="slly"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when love starts out&lt;br /&gt;It's  all  peachy&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you love me seems easy&lt;br /&gt;It's like a walk in the  park&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it takes an act of my will&lt;br /&gt;And a walk in a park  turns to uphill&lt;br /&gt;But I promise to give you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="slly"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;I will  choose to stay &amp;amp; love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But  sometimes it takes work&lt;br /&gt;And the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;At times can leave  you so hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when love starts out&lt;br /&gt;It's all peachy&lt;br /&gt;I love  you, you love me seems easy&lt;br /&gt;It's like a walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;But the  picture of love some try to paint&lt;br /&gt;It's a contrast to the real  landscape&lt;br /&gt;But I promise to give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to  love you, yeahh&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wanna stay mad&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wanna  get angry&lt;br /&gt;Though it may be easier to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to  stay&lt;br /&gt;I choose you, I choose you, yeahh&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose youu&lt;br /&gt;I choose you everyday&lt;br /&gt;I  choose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that love is just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;So  they fall out of love as quickly as they fell in&lt;br /&gt;Some people think  that love is just a game&lt;br /&gt;But they the ones who always seem to end up  getting played&lt;br /&gt;Though everything around might change&lt;br /&gt;One thing  will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to love you, yeahh&lt;br /&gt;Even though  I wanna stay mad&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wanna get angry&lt;br /&gt;Though it may be  easier to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;I choose youuuuu&lt;br /&gt;I  choose youu, heyy yeahh&lt;br /&gt;I choose youu, whoooww&lt;br /&gt;I choose you  everyday&lt;br /&gt;I choose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-2586778652997076204?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2586778652997076204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2586778652997076204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2586778652997076204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2586778652997076204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-choose-you.html' title='I choose you'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2360253063673848489</id><published>2010-08-03T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:00:40.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok bitch! you may be skinnier, you may be taller, you may be fairer..but it won't make you pretty at all if you start to bitch about me. Feel insecure of yourself that it is a must to for to create your own little fairy tale?! Fuck off bitch. I don't need you to colour my life. Don't forget who helped you with your assignments, who stood up for you when you argued with your boyfriend, who stood by you when your boyfriend mocked you with all the foul languages, and who argued back with your boyfriend because he don't respect you. And most of all, who helped you lied to your boyfriend saying that you with us when you are out with other guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-2360253063673848489?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2360253063673848489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2360253063673848489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2360253063673848489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2360253063673848489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok-bitch-you-may-be-skinnier-you-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3501369211735957587</id><published>2010-08-02T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:47:53.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is full of tricks and games full with confused rules and regulations. Suck it up and live it to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3501369211735957587?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3501369211735957587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3501369211735957587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3501369211735957587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3501369211735957587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/08/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2642911647056828742</id><published>2010-07-29T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:31:38.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P/S: I love you'/><title type='text'>loving you</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may not be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying to fit in perfectly in your life,&lt;br /&gt;I know I may be complicated,&lt;br /&gt;But you have change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting there watching you,&lt;br /&gt;Had made my life the whole,&lt;br /&gt;What more if I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to give you my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can be there,&lt;br /&gt;Just be with you everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Without people, I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;Because it's you, the most I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, "To the world you are no one,&lt;br /&gt;But to someone, you are the world."&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be your number one,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your only one in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I really mean it to you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if you say "Fuck you",&lt;br /&gt;I know that my feelings are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me cry,&lt;br /&gt;You've made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;You've made me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;You light up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes you are cold,&lt;br /&gt;Patience is what I prayed for,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my fault,&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is all I'm asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't want to be right,&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is a crime,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be jailed for my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;In your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little imperfections,&lt;br /&gt;Had make them perfect for me,&lt;br /&gt;Through words and actions,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else that rhymes with "ie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry and I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say to you,&lt;br /&gt;But what I really want to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TFGq8SZzKgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/56dF2J3fck8/s1600/img1-visualizeus-com-thumbs-09-08-01-love-words-see-from-the-eye-eyes-quote-text-ba3192c2cae12e48fb9(br)d428d0a581fe1_h-jpg-beauty-eye-Love-heart-words_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I MISHU MY BONGOK!!!&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5435034515738881915?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5435034515738881915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5435034515738881915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5435034515738881915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5435034515738881915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/07/24072010.html' title='24.07.2010'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-4097172400117118977</id><published>2010-07-22T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:09:47.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we do not need to tell the whole world that we're together. Don't act like you know us and what we've been through if you are not in our shoes.&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/446695547291034234-4097172400117118977?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/4097172400117118977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=4097172400117118977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4097172400117118977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/4097172400117118977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/07/bitch.html' title='bitch'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2802515973041826972</id><published>2010-07-21T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:28:06.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TEcDzEAn-5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/iK568betRIE/s1600/you-cant-just-stick-and-roast-your-pals-like-that.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TEcDzEAn-5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/iK568betRIE/s320/you-cant-just-stick-and-roast-your-pals-like-that.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496366046013553554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-2802515973041826972?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2802515973041826972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2802515973041826972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2802515973041826972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2802515973041826972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TEcDzEAn-5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/iK568betRIE/s72-c/you-cant-just-stick-and-roast-your-pals-like-that.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8783796473292415187</id><published>2010-07-11T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:21:41.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfections is bullshits.'/><title type='text'>perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may not be the perfect boy..but perfection is not what I am looking for..I love you for the feelings that you had for me. The way you treasure me with your whole life. I don't need a perfect person to complete my life. As long I am happy with you..I love the way you make me happy and smile and make my heart jump when I see you. I love the way you show that you care..I may date a pengkid, but what the hell?He's a human with feelings too..He makes me happy.isn't that important?!My happiness??Guys out there, it shows that how low you guys are for unable to make a girl happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TDlUkgzkNeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jj_8mMkGP-M/s1600/267699b4fcec9c60b4dfe1d56ba90f48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TDlUkgzkNeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jj_8mMkGP-M/s320/267699b4fcec9c60b4dfe1d56ba90f48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492514206813271522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8783796473292415187?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8783796473292415187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8783796473292415187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8783796473292415187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8783796473292415187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfection.html' title='perfection'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TDlUkgzkNeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jj_8mMkGP-M/s72-c/267699b4fcec9c60b4dfe1d56ba90f48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1503941986974091223</id><published>2010-07-10T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:29:50.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish.'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>how I wished I could turn back time to the past when first I met you. embraced and cherished all the times that we've spent together. The laughter and the tears that we've shared. How I wished that our love will be no boundaries. Its a free country..why must I love you with the rules and regulations?!OH HOW I WISH YOU COULD TAKE ME AWAY..u'll be the 1 that I treasure the most.Because part of my life is yours.I know that it is difficult for us to be together, but I did not give up on you. Instead,you make me stronger to face the bitchy world out there. I just want you to be strong and to love me. Be my strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1503941986974091223?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1503941986974091223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1503941986974091223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1503941986974091223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1503941986974091223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6542302398838972840</id><published>2010-07-06T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:58:20.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby.'/><title type='text'>GREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;URGGGHHHH!!!what else do guys want from me?I hope u guys all happy!!!but bear something in mind that karma will hit your hard..Now you shall laugh at me, but there will be times for me to smile at you and say, "That's how I feel." Today is suppose to be a happy day for me. Andy and I are coming to 5th months together..however,it also ended at the same date. 6th July 2010. I'm totally speechless..I can't please everyone but however, I have to jeopardize my own happiness. Dd, I'm so sorry if everything I do hurt your feelings. But 1 thing I know, for the past 5 months, you had been there in my life, giving me support and taught me about how bitchy life can be. I will not be able someone as good as you..My promise to you, my love for you will never change. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Happy 5th Monthsary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6542302398838972840?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6542302398838972840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6542302398838972840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6542302398838972840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6542302398838972840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/07/great.html' title='GREAT!'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3412749988802539338</id><published>2010-07-05T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:12:49.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i must survive!</title><content type='html'>surviving from the bitchiest life. urgh!this song stuck in my head. "A Groovy Kind Of Love"-Phil Collins. I know! random me listening to Phil Collins. HEY!!old songs!!good for karaoke~ especially "I don't want to miss a thing"-Aerosmith..anyways, just to keep myself updated here. I'm trying my best to keep myself surviving with this bitchy life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA YEA YEA YEA YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!u know..the screaming part in the song don't want to miss a thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA!!my digi got so fucked up. So screwed it to those who are unable to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby!I love you so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3412749988802539338?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3412749988802539338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3412749988802539338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3412749988802539338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3412749988802539338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-must-survive.html' title='i must survive!'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2249204624981850289</id><published>2010-06-06T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:35:44.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P/S: I love you'/><title type='text'>Andy Henry : Part 1: The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andy Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; : Part 1: The beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 4th month together. Thinking about this date somehow reminded me how we got together. I know you don't really like me when I started working. You thought I'm just another snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month working together, you have the guts to bring me out. I remembered the moment you asked me out. You, Melda and I were smoking at the staircase area. You called me towards you. And then you were hugging me from the back and asked if I wana join you to Agan's borthday?We have never talked much before. We went to Agan's birthday together. Just the 2 of us from Starbucks Bintang and the two of us kruu kruu alone at Victoria. You picked me up from Starbucks. You bought perfume for Agan. I remember that. You asked me to have a look in the car. We bought a bottle of Absolute/Bacardi. I was the first one to pass out. People tried to take advantage on me, but you took care of me. You don't let other people touch me. Because I was so scared, I started kissing you. When I was so long in the toilet, you came into the toilet and look for me. After that, we both fell asleep in the car and I accidentally woke up around 4am and find out that the whole area had been evacuated. Everyone left except the 2 of us. I drove your car, you were drunk but you still manage to tell me when to switch gear and to slow down. I parked your car right in front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were texting each other the whole week. Normally you would go back straight after work. Eversince that, you started hanging around store more often. I remembered when you, Tony and I were sitting outside smoking, everyone was quiet, you got up and came up to me and started kissing me. I went to send Karen and Dylan to church for choir practice that time. I thought of resting in the car at the church compound, however, I had the feeling that I miss you. I drove back to store and yes, you were still there. You had no idea how happy am I to see you. I remembered it was Wednesday night. Friday, you invited me for dinner. You, me, Alin, Tony and MB went for dinner at Chillipeppers. We were texting each other and thats when I texted you, "Tomorrow la i kiss you for real." That Saturday, I was supposed to work till 8pm. But u asked Muz to let me go at 6pm so that I can go for Alin's farewell wif you and Tony. We went to the fairwell at Esplanade. The 3 of us didn't stay for long. We went back after that. Tony send us back to your place. You showed me my message, I have nothing to say since I promised you. So we did kiss. Nothing happen. That time we were discussing are we really serious about us?We actually did have feelings since before just that the two of us were both shy. After long talks, thats when we decided to be together. On the 6th of February 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TA1XMnawQTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/g_6iENPxNhI/s1600/16854_1354235378619_1313467073_30996205_208079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TA1XMnawQTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/g_6iENPxNhI/s320/16854_1354235378619_1313467073_30996205_208079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480132195831005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*+*+I look terribly weird here but this is the first time we had our picture taken together+*+*&lt;br /&gt;(During Agan's birthday)&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/446695547291034234-2249204624981850289?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2249204624981850289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2249204624981850289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2249204624981850289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2249204624981850289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/andy-henry-part-1-beginning.html' title='Andy Henry : Part 1: The beginning'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TA1XMnawQTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/g_6iENPxNhI/s72-c/16854_1354235378619_1313467073_30996205_208079_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5417277856734602730</id><published>2010-06-05T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:17:56.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Jane Lim Hui Hsien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahha!!seriously got nothing much to say..I know u hate my post coz the font is super tiny..hhahaha!!u blog-stalker..anyways, I still sayang u.. :) stalk me sumore..hehhe!see..i don't disappoint u my faithful &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stalker&lt;/span&gt; reader..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celaka I cant sleep bhaa...I know..I have like 4 assignments due next Monday..shyte! I havent even go through any..LOL!!I can't sleep and I'll be working like 10am tomorrow morning..@_@ Oh yesh!!i bought 2 tumblers today..one for myself and 1 for daddy.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry!- 5th June 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do ASSIGNMENTS!! (Sarah..if u happen to read this,don't mention to u know who)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save money (i know its impossible..gaaahhh!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things gonna happen this month...;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;woohooo!!!-6th June 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assignments due..not so woohoo anymore- 7th June 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tips money- don't know when..(tis is so out of topic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PAY DAY!- end of month!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June meets end..goOdbye jUne and Hello July&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF am i saying!?damnit!should've gone to sleep by now..but I can't....procrastinating for sleeping!?huermm..i need to sleep early..need to do my laundry early before going off to work..gaaahhh!!I was in dilemma of getting contacts or specs..in the end, I listened to one person that says no need!ok laarrhh..&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/446695547291034234-5417277856734602730?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5417277856734602730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5417277856734602730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5417277856734602730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5417277856734602730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/sarah-jane-lim-hui-hsien.html' title='Sarah Jane Lim Hui Hsien'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1138466837571382215</id><published>2010-06-04T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:57:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I can find a way to disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh I'm still confused..I KNOW!!i still got another semester to finish up my Diploma..But I still need to decide what course I wana get. grrrr!!!should I go for Tourism management or Hotel management!?I don't want to have my ass in the future to just sit in the office.I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYMORE ACCOUNTING..GRRR!!!anyways, I was reading this book..Its more about champagne or wine thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vintage by Olivia Darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TAfsaukUemI/AAAAAAAAANs/GkaoYYZrHUs/s1600/9780340950791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TAfsaukUemI/AAAAAAAAANs/GkaoYYZrHUs/s320/9780340950791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478607415640619618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you my heart..&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 Although I didn't the chance to meet you for long, but I'm grateful that I have the chance to see you and be in your warmth hugs.. :) Aku cinta padamu.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1138466837571382215?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1138466837571382215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1138466837571382215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1138466837571382215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1138466837571382215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish-i-can-find-way-to-disappear.html' title='I wish I can find a way to disappear'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/TAfsaukUemI/AAAAAAAAANs/GkaoYYZrHUs/s72-c/9780340950791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2983584779866898905</id><published>2010-06-04T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:27:14.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out and about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been away from Miri for the whole week without Internet and lousy Celcom service. grrr..Btw,Sarah..I update this for you since you've been complaining about me not updating my blog..LOLSS!!Lemme tell some bits from my journey back to the longhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th May 2010&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sibu first.Stop for a night..kinda bored.coz damn tired but luckily my anak Kayan sent to me a few games for me to play. Nothing much to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th May 2010&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Tanjong. Raining through the way. Found new port to fog!hahahaha!!I can survive!!LOL!!watched movie with cousin. Just stay in the room..Not going out..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th May 2010&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Pasar Betong for breakfast...Then walk around for a bit..Then went to Spaoh to show brother-in-law the Tapak Pesta Ikan Buntal. Go back longhouse. See the people kill the cow. @_@ so much of fun???RIGHTT!!!went to visit my grandfather at the other longhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st May 2010&lt;br /&gt;Gawai eve. Kinda busy..Not really as well..OH YA!!i won hamper for lucky draw..yeay!?great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st June 2010&lt;br /&gt;Gawai. I don't know how to elaborate much here. huuuhaaahuuuhaaa saja laaa..As I promised someone I will not drink much, so I was sober much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd June 2010&lt;br /&gt;Went to the grave to light up some candles. However, got stung by a bee. Allergic reactions. Was rushed to the so-called nearest hospital..Maybe it is the nearest hospital but I felt like it took hours for me to reach there. Probably because the air hole towards my heart was blocked and I couldn't barely breathe. Half a way was spent in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd June 2010&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Miri. Reach home about 8pm. 8.30pm Sarah and Ronny went to pick me up. Went back before 10pm. Now stuck at home. Doing nothing. grrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-2983584779866898905?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2983584779866898905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2983584779866898905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2983584779866898905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2983584779866898905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-and-about.html' title='out and about'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8303739139953332690</id><published>2010-03-17T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:13:54.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AHA'/><title type='text'>bits of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally i update my life again!!haha!!anyways, what shall I say..I miss updating my blog in February. Long story cut short. February was awesome, I think!? can't believe it that it is happening to me. AHA!i got myself involved in relationship.not gonna elaborate more on this. oh ya! my birthday was in February as well. Well, this year I had a surprised from my colleagues. Yeah!i work as a part-timer at Starbucks now. And I'm still loving it. I personally would like to thank Andy for being the mastermind over this surprise party. Cyndy and Dylan, I would like to thank you guys for making the effort to come over to Miri just for my birthday. Muz, thanks for staying back in Miri though you have to go back to KL and also thanks for the wonderful working schedule for that week. hahaha!!Thanks to dearly beloved DyDy, Yen, Tony, Baybie, Amir, Alex, Devan, Gabriel and Christine. Sonia &amp;amp; Keith, Naran, Agan, MB &amp;amp; brothers, thanks for making it to Thai Bar that night..=) Rowena and Keegan, thanks as well for having dinner with me though I badly wanted you guys to be there during my birthday party. Thanks for the banana chocolate cake, JD, Absolute, Bacardi and beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;March, what crap shalt I say about March?! All crappy stuffs happened in March, which includes my relationship..yeah!my 1 month relationship ended in March. Not because we wanted to, due to family. urgh!FREE COUNTRY!? we still can't let go of each other. He still love me and I still love him. But all we can do now is just remain as good friends. Shit happens for a reason?! Class starts in March. Its just 2nd week and everything seems to be thrown to us.=.=" Miri is so small that everyone talked about everyone cause there's nothing much can be done around, so they gossip!bullshit!!get a life larh you people!!Just please don't judge people!!Just let them be happy and stop being a hypocrite, you know I'm not gonna fall for your hypocracy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449468932264364786" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S6BnHxIlCvI/AAAAAAAAANk/bgploHReCCA/s320/24676_379445437673_628752673_5533278_2868939_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Christine got choked in the room due to excess smokes in the room since all the doors and windows were closed. hahahaha!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8303739139953332690?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8303739139953332690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8303739139953332690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8303739139953332690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8303739139953332690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/03/bits-of-my-life.html' title='bits of my life'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S6BnHxIlCvI/AAAAAAAAANk/bgploHReCCA/s72-c/24676_379445437673_628752673_5533278_2868939_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-710227736549524027</id><published>2010-01-27T13:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:02:09.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><title type='text'>procrastination mode on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently at Rowena's place. She's there trying to be Tweety Bird..=.=" anyways, we were supposed to discuss about the group assignment thingy..And look where it got us to..ONLINE!!will be working closing shift today with Mel and Priss..and damn it!tomorrow I got 8am class!?WTH?! nevermind..I'm strong..LOLness..argued with Mum early morning..It was kinda my fault..coz she woke me up like super early..around 8am!?gawd I shouldn't have sleep downstairs. Should've sleep in the room to avoid waking up super early..I still got half and hour to go bha before my usual time for waking up..=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After class last Monday, we went to CTR as usual la..and those Robocop and the gang were there..FREAKY! haha!anyhoos, we went to the beach after that..We went to the Pulau Melayu beach.It was quite windy dow. So, there's like a lot of camwhoring session going on..LOL!While we were like chillaxing there..suddenly this car came and stop right next to us..We just gave d WTF look to those people..kinda like ignoring their existence,so they left.tedah!not long after that, we left the scene too. Punya la slow those people drive,until we can catch up with them. 3 guys were inside the car bha..while driving at d speed of 20km/h behind them, I was like saying to those other 2 girls, "Confirm those people will talk about us." AND BOY I WAS RIGHT..lol!!coz they are like turning their heads around..and the guy who sat at the back slouch down the seat..Then, upon reaching Piasau Boat Club punya junction, I signaled and drive in there..GAWD!THEIR HEAD TURN AROUND when we go in the junction..haha!here are some of the pictures from the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_RhHQ3L1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NAHcivxjm-0/s1600-h/100125_170455.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_RhHQ3L1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NAHcivxjm-0/s1600-h/100125_170455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_RhHQ3L1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NAHcivxjm-0/s320/100125_170455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431290042447769426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+*+sisterly LOVE+*+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_SGtGRi0I/AAAAAAAAANE/coZsKBGx-Y8/s1600-h/100125_170439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_SGtGRi0I/AAAAAAAAANE/coZsKBGx-Y8/s320/100125_170439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431290688259066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*+*+The Inyeps+*+*(LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_SdTbJd8I/AAAAAAAAANM/WjQVmfF1mtY/s1600-h/100125_170526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_SdTbJd8I/AAAAAAAAANM/WjQVmfF1mtY/s320/100125_170526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431291076504287170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*+*+vAining aLonE+*+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shitty shitty bang bang!I've been coughing like hell..setengah nyawa terbatuk batuk ini~ There's something about you that I LIKEY LIKEY!!but then,u just scare the shit out of me..and probably caused me to bail out.LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I was thinking to make a tattoo for my 20th birthday (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i have the guts to do so) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but I still don't know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; design..So I asked Cyndy, Rowena and Alex..Rowena was like butterfly?or a cross!?either at the back or at my ribs area..and Alex was like triad dragon!?from my shoulder to arm?!brilliant reason!?so that no one will dare to mess with me!?LOL!!like what I replied him, there is still someone who will dare to mess up with me..my parents..haha!for the triad dragon..maybe after my marriage..so that my mother-in-law won't dare to mess up with me!F!Then Alex said upper or lower back would be nice..I know it would be nice coz thats what I've been thinking..but then, if I put upper back, I can't wear my bareback dresses in front of my parents..n if lower back..=.=" I always have this low cut pants..hey!maybe I should do lower back..not to low so that still can be hidden~heheh!left only for looking for the right design with meaning..hahe!bah!I go first..enough crapping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, its almost end of the month!paycheck!!my very first paycheck..haha!but need to save up..birthday coming up..and mum probably won't be around..*insert evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_Wi6WwTQI/AAAAAAAAANU/uNNpPKBRupY/s1600-h/evil_grin_ID_by_andiyangitu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_Wi6WwTQI/AAAAAAAAANU/uNNpPKBRupY/s320/evil_grin_ID_by_andiyangitu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431295570900700418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-710227736549524027?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/710227736549524027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=710227736549524027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/710227736549524027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/710227736549524027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/procrastination-mode-on.html' title='procrastination mode on'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/S1_RhHQ3L1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NAHcivxjm-0/s72-c/100125_170455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5823343406918536130</id><published>2010-01-26T08:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:32:31.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;havent been posting up posts for quite sometimes aye..If I wanted to say I do not have time..I'm totally bullshitting maaan..but then, I have class for Monday and Tuesday..while the rest of the week, I'll be working my ass off..=.=" anyways,I know it is just another Tuesday morning..but HEY!!i woke up early today..around 6am i guess..Let me tell u some part of things that happen in the past weeks. Last 2 weeks, Cyndy was around town..So hang out with her most of the time..and her side-kick..I dont know who's being whose side-kick..went to Raymond's birthday..Priss asked to invite people..ended up at Victoria. Then, last week..very freaky and weird week for me!?urgh!!but then last Saturday I had dinner with Jennifer, a nice dinner..and as usual it will be at Imperial Cafe..u know why..hahah!yeah!she's cool with it..we talked like for hours there..and without realising it, the cafe were about to close and they had to apologized..xp  I told her when the first time I met her end of last year..I was like so blurr..We have never met before..but then we realised that we had a lot in common!?oh!those times we had missed..Monday blues I shalt say!? NAH!!we had sugar rush..we were in campus like since 10am??and class only starts at 1.30pm..thought there'll be presentation on Monday..but then..it is next week.BEAVER U UGLY BEAST!!U BETTER WATCH OUT WITH YOUR FREAKISHLY UGLY MOUTH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5823343406918536130?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5823343406918536130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5823343406918536130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5823343406918536130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5823343406918536130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredom.html' title='boredom!'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6232928153412205936</id><published>2009-12-22T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:19:52.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas mood'/><title type='text'>Imma gonna break your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a month since I last update my post..haha!OH YEAH!!i got the job at STARBUCKS!!and I'm so happy~ Asfanz and Sarah also got in..the partners there are very friendly indeed..eheh~went to KL then Singapore..gawd I miss working when I'm on holiday~ I really wanna go back when I was there..ahah..worksick?!After that go back Miri, meet up with Nana. Next day we went out to jalan. But then I can't send her to the airport coz need to work. So our goodbyes was at Starbucks coz she send me to work. I was hugging her and she was crying. Ngam2 Jazil was there. He asked what happened. He thought I'm d one making her cry..=.="  On Sunday night, I was send to work at the airport. @_@ Monday I got closing shift again. Emma and I went jalan2 first..we exchange xmas gift. hehehe!!I did the magic box!!heheheh~ After working, went to A1 with Pris, Baybie, Yan, Tony, Jazil and Jeremy. I drove Pris' manual car!!heheheheh~Then we send Baybie back to Lutong. And Pris was like, let me drive. I'm scared when u drive..LOL!!After that we went to send her car to Yan's place. Then we went to pick up boss and we drove to Pulau Melayu. We stayed there till 6am. We sempat watch the sunrise. And I sneaked back in before everyone is up..hahhahaha!Till then. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6232928153412205936?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6232928153412205936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6232928153412205936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6232928153412205936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6232928153412205936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/imma-gonna-break-your-heart.html' title='Imma gonna break your heart'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8073625516710775507</id><published>2009-12-01T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:09:52.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy bitch'/><title type='text'>Infinity</title><content type='html'>its almost 2 weeks since I updated my blog.well,wtf right..I'm just updating it for the sake of updating it. What shall I say here..oh ya! Mum went to Indo last week..from 21st-27th November..so figured about turning the house upside down huh?LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st November (Saturday),&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at Imperial Cafe. The portion was huge..And I can't finish it all by myself..so I had to share my love with Rowena, Darell, Priscilla and Anis..hihihi~Anis was mesmerized by the singer..LOL!!Christine said wanna join us to Balcony that night. But then, she had staffs meeting.So the 5 of us went off..Karen was waiting for us at Al Fresco. Anis and I open up the dance floor that night..and an old guy creep us out..we had fun rejecting guys that night..LOL!!and oh ya!!lots of our picture were taken by i-dont-know-who guy..he's a random photographer taking people's picture randomly.After those sores at our feet, Anis and I decided to sit down with Pris..Darell and Karen went back first..Our planned was to sit down at the couch and watch people which ended up us start to stand on the couch..and end up dancing on the table.haha!We went back around 4am..quite tiring though..urgghhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd November (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with all those sores around my body..haha!Anis and I went to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bintulu &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and we drove!!hahaha~couldn't believe it but we did it!!we left town area around 3pm-ish..reach there around 6sumthing I guess. I meet Fuji!!I miss Fuji..We went to the beach which is superly NICE!!!seriously Anis and I were mesmerized by it..Then, Davis said follow him from behind..but then he didn't realize we didn't follow him..and end up the 2 of us got lost..=.=" So, Davis had to fetch us from the church..coz we waited for him there..and he warned us not to lose him again. And we didn't. He parked his car somewhere near Blueberry Cafe and he drove my car..It rained heavily there. Can't even see the road. We went to check in our stuffs. And after that, he continued to show us around. He even show us the haunted house..=.="then, we went to the ParkCity Mall..jalan-jalan, and then we went to the Blueberry Cafe to chill..And Anis' umbrella..went wrong..haha!After that, we went back to the hotel. And had our lil picnic..@.@ before Davis left, he wet the whole room.. That night, at the hotel, there's this kid's function..u guys had no idea how those kids stare at Anis and I..we were like WTF?! They look at us from the tip of our hair till our toes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis: Let us go down and smoke and show how mature we are..&lt;br /&gt;Me: COME!!&lt;br /&gt;So, down we went..they still look at us with 1 kind of look..@.@ and then got tis 1 group of kids, blast off their musics in the car..&lt;br /&gt;Anis: Let us go in the car and blast our music..&lt;br /&gt;Me:(taking keys out)&lt;br /&gt;After awhile in the car.....&lt;br /&gt;Anis: Actually kan, we're like those kids too..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know right..&lt;br /&gt;Anis: We don't want to lose to them..&lt;br /&gt;Me: We're so kiasu la with them..hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!so much of maturity in us..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd November (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tumbina!!!yeay!!Davis went to pick us up like 8am..@.@ He brought us go see what he does everyday.Anis and I were like kruu kruu kruu..After that, went back to the hotel and had our breakfast. Jonathan joined us and then, we headed to TUMBINA!!if i'm an animal, i'll probably need a leash..coz Anis and I were like running here and there..while those guys just take their time walking..but then, duty calls..Davis had to leave..So, we pun went off..~ but then, Davis said he still wana meet up for lunch, though Anis and I said, "If u're busy, nevermind. Got Jonathan to accompany us. We understand that u need to work." But then, nope..we still meet up..Then, we went around town again before going back to the hotel to check out. Planned to check out around 1pm..but ended up 1.30pm..cause we were playing with water in the room..and the room got wet again. Then, Davis send us back to the big roundabout again..*sobs* time flies. so, off we go again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th November (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;Went to pick up Dazye and Rowena. Went to Parkson. Chill2 for awhile, then went to pick up Karen. Then, we went to Marina..Everyone had to drink up real fast coz the wind is getting stronger. Then, send Dazye back to Senadin and went to pick Anis and Jonathan..Went back home. Help around with the barbeque..Fred and Ray came with the beers. Ray was kinda tipsy..that he actually bang against the sliding door..yadayadayada..Send Karen home..but then, I left my purse at home.I just took my keys..ended up, Rowena driving Karen back. Send Row home..After everyone left, Darell and I sent Jonathan and Anis back to Senadin..then, send Darell back to Pujut 2 to pick up his car..It was drizzling..u know la kan..if u go out from the car, u'll automaticaly cloz the door.Darell went out of his car to open up our manual gate and slammed his door hard..causing it to auto locked itself..great kan?d keys are still inside..everything is inside..luckily he left his hp in my car. We tried to call everyone for help..but pointless..even the police wouldn't wanna help. So he waited till morning till his uncle came..I was asleep by then..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th November (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;Went out to watch movie with Darell, Dylan, Karen and Cassandra. We watched Phobia 2..PALOI oh that story..hahahahahah!!After that, rushed back home to get the car. And go for practice. Then, around 10.30pm went back. Christine at home..go shower..then around 11.30pm, left for Ladies night..we danced again like there's no tomorrow. Ray and his friends were there too..Anis and I danced on the speakers this time..near the DJ..LOL!!Alex still remember me..surprisingly..haha!went back quite early coz Christine had to leave around 2.30am..So, went back home. Anis and I were like talking to each other til 6am then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th November (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;Woke around 11.30am or 12pm like that..only to realize that Anis' flight is like 1.35pm..oh shit!!she should be there by then..rush for shower and stuffs.then send her to the immigration to get her things...and rush to the airport..kesal oh driving..actually the counter closed dy..but then, managed to get there in time..I MISS U MY SEXY BITCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8073625516710775507?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8073625516710775507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8073625516710775507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8073625516710775507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8073625516710775507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/12/infinity.html' title='Infinity'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5774753597228863262</id><published>2009-11-14T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:48:19.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoot whoot'/><title type='text'>Make it mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its weekend but I had no idea what to do now. I feel so lazy right now. Well, it has been 4 days since my buddy left for good. *sobs* still quite emotional..haha!What shalt I say in this post?!Mum's leaving soon to Bandung on the 21st..and tomorrow is mum's 50th birthday. I haven't look for what to give her yet. &gt;,&lt;" Now they're discussing about Elsa's engagement. How many bottles of liqour to buy and how many crates of beers to buy. yadayadayada..got tummy ache now..waaaaa~ CYNDY SAYANG!!where art thou?! Oh ya!Cyndy and Anis hang out at my place last Thursday..And Anis had her own fun playing with Palin..Yesterday supposed to hang out but then Damien and Rosalie had birthday party to attend. Finally I bought new jeans after much nagging from mum to go and buy jeans. =.=" OH!i bought new shirts too..heheh..Well, u know I'm not that type of going shopping type of person. *Wake up everyone. How can u sleep at time like this?* oh oh!!that songs stuck in my head..been hearing to it since morning..&gt;,&lt;" I was driving mum around the town this whole morning. ADOI!stress banget sih.."Why can't you drive using both of ur hands? BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE! slow down!not too fast." Well, pretty much u can imagine I'm giving the WTF look. How shall I kill time this afternoon??Who wana go out with me?! COME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't need anyone to take advantage of my weaknesses or my strengths, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need someone who will appreciate me for everything that I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5774753597228863262?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5774753597228863262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5774753597228863262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5774753597228863262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5774753597228863262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-it-mine.html' title='Make it mine'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5637102659032173259</id><published>2009-10-20T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:23:24.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships.'/><title type='text'>As I want you to be a friend, a known memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, best friend..I guess now the time really flies without you and I realized that you gonna be going back soon. I can't believe that how a simple granny panties joke could turn us into best friends. You would just joke and I would just listen and laughed. You and I have been through weird ups n downs. You'll do d hoedown while I kruu kruu kruu..even when I'm super down, you'll be right there by my side to cheer me up and I thank you for staying by my side. I'd be lying if I say I won't miss you so much when you're gone.You taught me not to use short forms in messages coz you won't understand it?haha!You'll kidnap me even when I can't go out. You talk and can get along with my parents very well. believed she would actually say that to my friend, which she never actually did that before. You do know when I say "I hate you" I never actually mean it. I would never dare to hate you. There's just so much memories made within 3 months. I remembered when you said you don't talk to me last semester coz I was ugly.awh!well,thanks to you, I look better. Definitely, I'm gonna miss you lots buddy in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My sayang. You were always missing in action. Bongstan betul la kau. Though you gonna be in Miri, I would still miss you. I won't get to make fun or bully you daily.haha!If it was not Robin, I bet the 2 of us won't be as close as this. People were surprised that we can get along so well. Well, we are happy people and we don't give a fuck about it. You also me inside out. You were there when I'm sad and when I'm happy..what more to say when I am sot..LOL!sayang, I know even when you are small in size, but I know you are a very strong person in heart. You are patient about everything and you will try to stay calm when there's problem. You'll try to cheer me up when I am down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sayang! I only get close to you like this sem..Sneaking out at night for Thai bar started it all..haha!Sorry ya!I promised to go shisha with you..but belum kesampaian yet..you can be so blurr and cute at the same time. I missed dancing like there's no tomorrow with you and Christine. XOXO to you guys for always being there. But next sem will be your final semester. Another sayang leaving me behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Freddy/Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Awwhh..you 2 are sweet..If I had not known Davis, I wouln't have known you guys. Thanks to Davis for showing this friendship. Anne, thanks for saving my life..about the assignments. Really owe you to that. I really hope you enjoy your birthday this year, well, I did have fun coz I get to see the beach..heheh!Though it was dark, I can hear the waves. And it was fun to hear you and Freddy scream on top of your lungs that night. You know I hate the doctor so much and I don't like medicines that I'd rather suffer from sickness rather than seek doctor. You even try to convinced me that the doctor won't hurt me if he injects me. You take care ya Anne and Freddy, take good care of Anne. Don't you dare to hurt her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8QwHQJv9yc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8QwHQJv9yc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all my sayangs, hun, darl, dear..I LOVE YOU GUYS TO BITS!and thanks for being there with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5637102659032173259?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5637102659032173259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5637102659032173259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5637102659032173259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5637102659032173259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-i-want-you-to-be-friend-known-memory.html' title='As I want you to be a friend, a known memory'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5800994409327061380</id><published>2009-10-12T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:54:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy mode</title><content type='html'>such in a lazy mode to update.=.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5800994409327061380?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5800994409327061380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5800994409327061380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5800994409327061380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5800994409327061380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy-mode.html' title='lazy mode'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1092958460058272117</id><published>2009-09-08T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:39:31.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend.'/><title type='text'>laughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bet you guys also bored check out my blog oredy..Everytime go my blog sure got Davis punya name..what to do!I spent half of my day with him.=.="fuh!what a night..harhar..Davis came over for dinner tonight..he kept my family members laughing..=.=" Actually we supposed to go to Esther's birthday at SoHo..I dah ready and stuffs this..I went down and he said he's not going. So, I went to changed my clothes again..to shorts and shirts..and then, we sit down and chat la..well, knowing Davis..He'll do most of the talking while we listened..there's just too much laughter around..He said my mum so crazy and my dad so evil..hahahaha!!beat that my other friends if you guys dare to do so..haha!My mum really laughed at him just now. Then, wait for my uncle to arrive..Then we had our dinner..Did I mentioned that Senadin don't have water??and yeah..Davis showered at my place for the night..luckily I have his shirt with me..and he wore my Hawaii pants..hey!we look like surfer people..I guess now my parents know why I love hanging out with him..His craziness!!Makes me think..Non of my friend could actually talk like that to my parents..where they can just chill and talk and laugh and joke..doesn't matter clean or dirty jokes with my parents..haha!credits that to u hun..awhh..I'm gonna miss my best friend when he's leaving..dahla he always wana make me cry saying how many months left..again he make me cry at PizzaHut yesterday..pfft!And in the car too..and he also wana cry see me cry..wakakakaka!!so emo aa this..LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1092958460058272117?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1092958460058272117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1092958460058272117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1092958460058272117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1092958460058272117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/09/laughters.html' title='laughters'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6470323714543321457</id><published>2009-08-31T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:04:48.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><title type='text'>tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeay!im good again with my buddy..XD yesterday we went to Eastwood for swimming..tiring but hell lotsa fun! Then, at night, went for dinner..and what d fuck much???we were only being served around 9sumthing..wtf?!i was like, "WTF?!" parents gave greenlight to go out that night but due to the laggingness of some people at the seafood restaurant..terpaksa la delay go out..After reaching home, tried to call Davis. His battery went low batt..pandai..but then, I still went out..Freddy was in the car with Davis..and both were drunk already by the time they pick me up. Then, we went over to Thai Bar which was freakin bored..Then, we went to Al Fresco..A lot of people were there. But then, Davis send me home early coz he promised mum that I'll be home early...=.=" And yeah!Its Hari Kemerdekaan..Uncle and family went back already in the morning..Then, Davis and Freddy came over for lunch. Then, the 3 of us went for minum2 at Passion Corner..Christine and Aaron joined us..We went to Eastwood for swimming..It was fun. We played helang and ayam in water..haha!There's a lot of shouting and stuffs..Pool was kinda empty..could be people were running away from us..LOL!It was all unplanned..Christine and I had no extra clothing..Luckily Davis brought back the short pants that he used yesterday and he used extra tshirt..so, I borrowed the tshirt from him..After that, we went to MCC..seriously I could not believe that I would step in there, but yeah..I did..Freddy was sitting next to me, so he taught me how to Left4Dead..I felt like an idiot and noob..=.=" but then, reality calls to go home.screwed!And now I am so procrastinating..I should be doing my work but then...you've figured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6470323714543321457?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6470323714543321457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6470323714543321457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6470323714543321457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6470323714543321457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiredness.html' title='tiredness'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7701840084351958070</id><published>2009-08-14T09:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:56:50.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalala~'/><title type='text'>Another week had passed.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a freakish tiring day..Went jungle trekking with Davis and Karen. urghh..lamak oredy didn't exercise like this woh..dah la I forgot to wash away my eyeliner..smudge habis..rasa mok nangis jak turun nait bukit..thanks Davis, I had a very good exercise and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, in class was kinda boring..early accounting class..screw that. Sat next to Davis, laughing at Christine punya picture. So, basically we don't really concentrate in class tht morning. And Ray! He go and do something weird..the rest no need to know..Just Fred, me and Davis knew what he did. And then, went to cafe to meet up with Kim. And Kim gave free &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ciggs&lt;/span&gt;..Davis and I being the person without &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ciggies&lt;/span&gt;, lupak beli..happy la..haha!Then, we headed to our next class..sumthing2 complex documents. Ai Fern gave me Hazelnut chocolate. And yeah, sitting between Christine and Davis..ermm..they poked me so that I share the chocolates..And yeah, I shared it with them..xoxo u guys..After that, Karen had class..So, I balik to Davis punya rumah..Help him around the house and smoke and drink beers.wtf?12pm??punya la d hari macam apa go and drink sumore.LOL!Then, Karen, Najera and Lazarus came over to his place to pick me up..We hang out for awhile.Then, off we go for lunch and home. Watch movie again at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, went to Davis house for lepak..Yeah..we played with make ups and hairs. He curled my hair..=D at night, was rushing to do the Prepare Financial Reports coz it's due Wednesday,3am.=..="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, got class with Angelina. Then, Karen, Najera, Lazarus and I went to the kedai at DPS area..One Stop?I called it the Yellow kedai..Then, Davis called up asking where am I.Then, he came over. Karen went to town with Davis while I went back to campus with J and Lazarus coz got class at 12pm. That 1 hour class felt like 10 hrs lecture.=..=" After that went to pick Karen up. Went back home. Karen said that Davis wanted to go for sushi. Around 3 sumthg, Davis pick us up and we went for sushi which I felt more like sushit?!All 3 of us was like wtf did they served us with?!We only had 3 diff types of sushi then we headed to the opposite shop. Cook and Chillies.It was nice though my potato salad was kinda lembik..@_@ Christine and Esther joined us there. LOVED the environment. After Cook and Chillies, we went to Starbucks and hang out. Called up Christine and Esther to join us. Suddenly, Esther felt like clubbing that night. Go back and shower. yadayadayada..Ray picked me up around 10 sumthing. Screw that night, I got busted.=..=" Then, Davis and Wei Chiat send me home. BUT THEN!!Sonia picked me up later around 12sumthing..hahah!back to Thai bar but surprisingly it was kinda empty though.went back kinda early.around 1sumthg-ish.But then, Sonia and I went to Balcony area. And we just sit in the car and talk. Lamak didn't do that bha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday,&lt;/strong&gt; Davis pick Karen and I for lunch. Went to Ming Cafe..after that, we went to settle some of his stuffs and we headed to Marina Bay.Had our usual Iced Lemon Tea. punya la confident we order2..Sekali tengok..haha!we only had rm19 cash with us..all collected..Just rm19?and all our drinks cost around rm24.15?terpaksa la we dig in all the coins..Luckily we had enough coin.wtf?! After that, we planned for badminton but we didn't book the court so thats how we end up jungle trekking.I'm in front while Davis had to teman Karen behind..LOL! went back home..totally exhausted. went to sleep very early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, went to pick Davis up for lunch. Then, teman him to cut his hair..n yeah!he DID cut his hair.=..=" Karen went home to cook for mum while waiting for us..Then, we send Karen meet her friend while Davis and I went back home because I still need to send mum to her hang out spot, The Pasar Malam. We 2 watch movie. Then, around quarter to 5, Davis take the car to pick Karen and her fren up. While I do some of the chores. Then, we headed to Esplanade coz Davis was CRAVING for the buntut ayam..guess who we met?!Ms Shirley Lo..at first, Davis thought it was his friend's BMW, skalik tengok our lecturer la pulak..and the bf..and Ms Shirley asked the most ridiculous question,"R u 2 2gthr?" and we did give the wtf look and just said no and said, we're just best friends. Karen asked me to drive from Esplanade to Marina..and guess what, Davis asked for the keys and said, "I don't trust you driving." ouch much! There was this awkward moments..shall not say it here but just let it be between us. We wanted to go for late night movie but then, no much movie larh..We did went up to Parkson to check out the movie. After dropping Karen's fren, Davis and I switch place, I took the wheels while he sat at the shot-gun coz we're pickin up mum. And Davis asked another ridiculous question to me, almost similar to Ms Shirley but different style of saying it, "Your mum didn't think that u and i are together right?" and Karen said, "My mum knows that Hazel couldn't be bothered about guys." you got that right sista! Went back and had our mee kolok at Senadin before sending Davis home. And we head home. Watch movie. Thought of asking Davis and Christine to come along..but then, Davis was tired and so am I actually. went to bed freakin early.=..="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7701840084351958070?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7701840084351958070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7701840084351958070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7701840084351958070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7701840084351958070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-week-had-passed.html' title='Another week had passed.'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1789195604587906363</id><published>2009-08-09T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:13:19.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.fun.fun.'/><title type='text'>Spontaneous Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH NO!!!weekend is almost over..left only 11hours and 23 minutes..and here comes Monday..sucks a lot..but SERIOUSLY!!!I HAD THE BEST WEEKEND..Dylan came over to Miri last Thursday night..Michelle and Davis went to pick Karen and I from home and we went to pick Dylan from the bus terminal..then, we went to Al Fresco for iced lemon tea..=..=" then, we went to the chinatown to buy a crate of beers..then, we went to send Michelle home..then, headed straight to Davis' house..we drank and talk throughout the night..around 3am, we went off for Mee Atak at Lutong.harhar..everyone was kinda tipsy though..then, Davis and Dylan went to send Karen and I home..yadayadayada..next afternoon, Davis, Dylan and Christine went to pick us from home..we prepared our begs fr the night..We planned to go just drinking and chilling and masak2 at Davis' place..but suddenly change of plan..he go bawa us to Soon Hup Villa instead..heheh..Davis drove to the waterfall area..while we were checking out the river, Christine suddenly fell down, I laughed at her, then I fell down, Karen was laughing at me and she fell down too..KARMA MUCH??it was 3 seconds act..haha!too bad it wasnt caught in video..then, we went to our rooms, clean up and ready for dinner..we had our drinking sessions though..we make Christine drink and smoke..hahahahah!after cleaning up, we went for a walk..in the dark? So pandai la kan..until it was so dark, Davis decided to turn back..suddenly he ran passed Christine and I..I had to hold Christine on the other side while Karen hold her on the other side..suddenly I felt macam hujan bha..I was about to say,"FASTER!ITS RAINING." but before I could say that, I heard Davis laughed from top of the staircase..he was actually spraying all of us..and because I was the most front one..so, I got soaked up..after that, I straight went into the toilet..I didn't know that they will throw water balloon to him..and I missed all of that because I was in the TOILET???wtf?!so sad I didnt get to throw the balloons though..heheh..Davis, Christine and I were in a room together..Christine slept between Davis and I..punya those two..go and take the whole blanket..and I was freaking cold and actually woke up around 4am???Luckily I was wearing Davis' long sleeved shirt..dah no extra baju..Just a dress and d tshirt im gona wear the nx morning. The dress, I thought we're gona go clubbing..well, clubbing in the middle of jungle la..he borrowed me his shirt..itupun macam apa..when I was sleeping, those 2 go and conteng my eyelids and put chilli sauce in my face..and Davis said he flicked his ashes on me..but I didn't feel anything..=..=" I cant stand the cold anymore when I woke up at 4am, so I just sat down at the coffee table..and eventually, those 2 woke up also..and we were shouting like what early morning..and Davis farted at me and Christine..HAHAHAHAHAHA!!it was funny though..dahla our room cold already, Davis and I go and fan Christine wf the blanket some more..and that night, she only wear my boxer and tshirt..haha!Davis and Christine go and tickle me like what..I cant even breathe due to laughing+shouting at the same time..and my ribs still hurt right now..around 5.30am, we went to sleep again..and next morning, was awaken by Davis crowing in the room..=..= go shower, check out and we went for our breakfast at Bekenu for prawn noodles. Went to Starbucks for lepak-ing and then went back to Davis' place. I learnt how to make cocktail from Davis!send Christine home, and went to Ala-mak.Then, go back home, send Dylan for shower. While waiting for Dylan, Davis was trying to persuade Jim to drink for the night. Then, Dylan, Karen, Davis and I went to Sajian Warisan for dinner and Davis' slipper actually putus and he walked back to his car kaki ayam. Send Dylan back to the bus terminal. When Karen enter the car again after saying goodbye to Dylan, Davis and I pasang the emo song, 'My boo' and Karen starts to cry again. And we called Dylan to come out of the bus first until it was really time to go..Davis send us home..that night Davis called a few times regarding something2 la..but around 3 sumthing..Davis called up again..and said..."JIM IS DRUNK"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Davis: JIM IS DRUNK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazel: How did you manage to make him drink? and where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Davis: got this iban people celebrate the 100th day after someone passed away, and we're here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazel: ohhhh khaaayyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Davis: wanna talk to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazel: ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jim: Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazel: Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jim: Who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazel: Someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jim: OK. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Davis: you know what?he only drink a can of beer and a few tuak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazel: Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Davis: Ok la..goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazel: Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that, I went to sleep again..around 4am..another call from Davis, this time about something else and also including the part Jim got drunk again..hahaaha!too bad Davis, I was not there for you to tickle..haha!Luckily I don't have heart attack..anyways, THANKS A LOT FOR ALL THOSE FUN TIME ESPECIALLY DAVIS, CHRISTINE, KAREN AND DYLAN..AND DAVIS, THANKS FOR THE SPONTANEOUS OUTING, REALLY HAD FUN THOUGH..XOXO TO YOU GUYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1789195604587906363?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1789195604587906363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1789195604587906363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1789195604587906363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1789195604587906363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/spontaneous-outing.html' title='Spontaneous Outing'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2885336928936764300</id><published>2009-08-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:17:28.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday sux'/><title type='text'>tralalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday..what shall I comment about today..urghh..I went back home from campus quite early..Didn't go and hang around..last night went for supper with Ray..talked and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;smoked&lt;/span&gt; quite a lot..haha..can't believe that I can talked to Ray like normal..since last semester, we never ever talk to each other..haha..seriously..we only like talked for the first time during the outing where Ben, Fred, Arun, Ray and I went to out..but it was cool though to know someone like Ray..went back home, continue online and messaging with Row..and as usual la, I always tertido..sorry Emma..woke up quite late..15 mins to 7am..go downstairs to show up my face..den go upstairs again..class was 8am..I know some of you guys would say you still have time before going..and yeah, thanx to Davis, I had to wake up early so that I got time to straighten my hair so that I won't look that crappy. Ray picked me up this morning to class and had the "breakfast" then went to class..class was 2 freakishly long hour..however I survived throughout the class due to the jokes in the class..went to look for Ms Tzen..wana ask about the transcript..but she said it will only be out sometime in October..went downstairs only to find out that Ray and Davis were waiting..go jumpa Kim at the smoking area..kidnap her to join us for breakfast at Toast House. Kim go with Ray while I went to Davis' car. We went to pick Priya up. And again we had a great laugh together..after that, Ray and I went back..The other 3 I think went back to campus..arrived home..hibernate terus but mum woke me up.."COME!lets go to town." Karen and I left her at aunty shop while we 2 take the car away..now I'm continuing with hibernation I guess..XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-2885336928936764300?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2885336928936764300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2885336928936764300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2885336928936764300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2885336928936764300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/tralalala.html' title='tralalala'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5032397863761060737</id><published>2009-08-02T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:38:20.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fringe'/><title type='text'>new hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have officially&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUT OFF MY HAIR...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;big thanx to my hairdresser/gaylord/human that have been cheering throughout the period phase/senior/drinking buddy/smoking buddy/shopping advisor..yadayadayada..I LOVE IT!!also I would like to thank everyone who has been there and spending so much time with me..especially &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Karen, Emma, Davis, Kim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;.not to forget &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt; too..awwww..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo to you guys&lt;/span&gt;..having such a blast with you guys. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Davis&lt;/span&gt;, I love the hair so much..am really really sorry for being such a brat the other day running away from the scissors..but I do enjoy playing &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hide and seek&lt;/span&gt;..and yeah..I shud bring you for shopping next time. Congrates..u manage to change me to a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt;! Too bad u'll be leaving soon..*back to reality* yesterday &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Karen and I&lt;/span&gt; tried to go to Sushi King..and it was freaking packed!!and we end up makan dekat Sugarbun jak..=/ seriously I really don't know what to blog about so I'm crapping myself right now..screw!I just feel like blogging coz it is Sunday afternoon and I got nothing to do..and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rowena&lt;/span&gt; just poofed away..tomorrow is the 2nd week of class..*&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;yeay&lt;/span&gt; in such a sarcasm way* I just crapped a lot this time. Oh ya..last week went to campus for fun..just to get away from home once in a while..urghh..Mum will be going to Vietnam again soon..leaving the 3 of us behind..I asked if I could go..before I could finish up my sentence, she said NO. what d F?whatever la..malas la me oredy..3 tyms go there..do nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/446695547291034234-5032397863761060737?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5032397863761060737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5032397863761060737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5032397863761060737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5032397863761060737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-hairstyle.html' title='new hairstyle'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7609566792533906127</id><published>2009-07-26T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:11:04.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeover.maxis'/><title type='text'>\m/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im updating my blog.duh!as if someone would be bothered to read anyways..neway, just updating it for d sake of updating, in case someone might think that I'm dead already. And so yeah, I'm updating. Oh well, what shall I crap about here..nothing much laa..semester is starting soon..great..just great..after the whole month of honeymoon-ing..now, back to reality again. And I am so lazy to go to class neway..harhar..8am class..screw those timetables..I think I need to drop 1 of the unit..too many clashes, and take other units.haizz..Diocesan Youth Service today..I was dancing my ass off..I know..I left this dancey-wancey stuffs years ago..technically arnd 3years ago??whatever anyway..as usual, I am nervous..I did lotsa mistake..wtf ryt?Karen gona enter curtin..and serious shit her class was only Monday and Tuesday. fucker much..and Im having class from Monday to Thursday. Karen went for her O-week last week.surprisingly..and I said,"you must go for ur O-week.." so that I can take the car..HAHA!!ambil kesempatan bha...LOLness much...neway, been hanging out with Davis a lot..well, it was whole lot of fun..had a good laugh..though I was very quiet..now i know why..Im having period soon..class had started..great..oh ya!i worked part-time as Maxis promoter..not a very good one though..I dyed my hair!!hihihi..but not that clear..=..="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363558679458394946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sm8wM50Us0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/AUqcTf01h0s/s320/090724_194918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*+*+Credits to you+*+*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7609566792533906127?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7609566792533906127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7609566792533906127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7609566792533906127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7609566792533906127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/m.html' title='\m/'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sm8wM50Us0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/AUqcTf01h0s/s72-c/090724_194918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5605120752727508690</id><published>2009-07-15T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:37:58.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes.'/><title type='text'>quizzes</title><content type='html'>Bored. So i played the personality quiz. =) here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test91.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rings on Fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Middle finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who wear a ring on their middle finger refuse to grow up and tend to be self-centered and stubborn. However, they're always sincere and caring, especially towads their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kind and Gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5605120752727508690?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5605120752727508690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5605120752727508690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5605120752727508690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5605120752727508690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/quizzes.html' title='quizzes'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7824505731462665876</id><published>2009-07-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:02:37.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P/S: I love you'/><title type='text'>over the weekend</title><content type='html'>back to reality baby.yeah..i know..reality can be hard and harsh too..I had a weekend off away from family.Going to Kuching over the weekend..I know la..pa jak Kuching yaa..but then, freedom was mine la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 9th July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My flight to Kuching was like freaking early..around 8.40am.and my stuffs were only half-packed..Basically I just threw in some of my clothing.Bukan lamak ney pun trip gi Kuching nak..arrived in Kuching.Faeona and Andrew picked me up.Dengan pandainya, they wait for me at the departure floor, while I'm waiting downstairs..=..=" went for brunch at one of the shop that Andrew introduce..He said the Laksa was nice..and it was nice!We went back, and hibernated the whole day..HAHAHA!!woke up around 2 sumthing..due to...*sumthing2 that shall only be remained in the house* haha!Then, the 3 of us went to Sarawak Cultural Village..tengok those people doing the preparation for the Rainforest World Music Festival (RWMF)..After that, went to Spring for dinner.yadayadayada..went back home again and hibernate sumore..seriously around 10pm, I'm asleep?surprisingly..early morning around 3am..received MMS from my beloved nephew..hahaha!posing with the drip..LOL!!but I was so sleepy that I cant make a phone call..Sorry ya darl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358313216313958514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SlyNew2soHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-mL7uOipBFI/s320/090709_164706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Andrew and Faeona+*+*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358313498938189970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SlyNvNtkKJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IsSReHl1nsM/s320/090709_164640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*+*+SCV+*+*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 10th July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Woke up very late..not that late..around 10am..then, went for brunch again at Thompson corner..oOoh..i love the Kueh Chap!Jorinna joined the 3 of us..Then, I asked if they could send me to KPJ where Darrell terlantar kesakitan..So, I went to visit him..all 4 of us..Then, the other 3 went back home..while I'm waiting for Karen to come and visit the sick guy.hihi..So, waited for Darrell to discharge..and sorry D, i spelt your name wrongly.Then, went back to Priscilla's place.That night went to BarZ!ng..The musics were fine..but then, no1's dancing..so,wth?we went off to Grappa..At least there are people that we know. And we dance a lot..so sayang thoz places closed at 2am???Well, I did simply grabbed ppl and dance with him..and I grabbed 1 guy for Pris to dance with..hehe..The guy I danced with asked me to wait,but I went off!LOL!!and I almost slipped in the food outlet next to it.*embarassing* went to McD later on..Met with Tom (bini Arip) ..TADAAAAAAAAAAAA....meet the pesakit!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358315340993534322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SlyPab5yGXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3A2q0tcZAeY/s320/090710_135032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 11th July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day, hibernate again..LOL!!well, did went out for awhile la..and I met the guy that I danced with???and I ran away.LOL!went back home, watching TV..Pris had her frens over, Yahya and Peter.They were funny and friendly too. Darel msg abt his medical report!U really make me wuried u know..being closed of coz la wury kan..hopefuly u're doing great..&lt;strong&gt;STAY AWAY FROM MEAT!-especially for Darrell Savio!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 12th July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pick Ivy up..went for lunch..though Pris and I cooked macaroni at home..haha!went to Charlene's place..Genevieve is sooo cute!went to Boulevard, had dinner at Kenny Rogers and home again..I had my ipod charged.Thanks to Rhoda.that night everyone was emo..not because im leaving the following day..but we were watching P/S:I love you.so sweet bhaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358314884668546370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SlyO_39bXUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ripa4E9yuw/s320/090712_173552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*+*+Ivy and I+*+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 13th July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of breakfast with Nawie, but then, Karen say don't want la kacau. So we had our brunch with Darren..kesian Darrell couldn't make it..thanx to me!he got lectured!SORRY BABY D!LOL!!went to airport. Our flight was supposedly at 4.30pm but then delayed till 5.30pm..wtf??arrived home, go dinner at Pujut 6 where I cuci mata at the guy next table..haha!then went to Stan's place to send Darrell's medical report..went back home and hibernate sumore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess thats ol!cheerios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7824505731462665876?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7824505731462665876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7824505731462665876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7824505731462665876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/7824505731462665876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/over-weekend.html' title='over the weekend'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SlyNew2soHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-mL7uOipBFI/s72-c/090709_164706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-2078206224861780918</id><published>2009-07-07T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:25:02.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harsh.'/><title type='text'>i hate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heyy fucker!dun try to put on your bloody fucking innocent mask cause you are freaking not innocent. C'mon!get a life will ya?!enough is enough that that person had move on.why can't you?is it you freaking busy sucking people's cock?!you marah people cheap..LOOK WHO'S TALKING BITCH!i don't give a damn that the fact you are older than me!quit all those pathetic masquerade thingy. how would you know it is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;spineless&lt;/span&gt; unless you had suck one!The way you treat that person, makes me wana slam or smash your head to the wall. Siapa2 nok terasa baca post tok nak kan..nasib la nak..pa nak polah mun dah nama ya murah gilak..sik guna..even babi pun sik maok pergi dekat. Serious shit. I never actually like you. I don't know why. But thanks to myself for reminding myself throughout the times that I've known you..never to trust a person with your kind of look. Then, you're the hypocrite. Padah no problem with me! Tanga sapa nok kecut alu sampe delete2 orang! Don't you ever dare treat that person like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-2078206224861780918?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/2078206224861780918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=2078206224861780918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2078206224861780918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/2078206224861780918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-you.html' title='i hate you.'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-1155974425312534902</id><published>2009-07-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:25:54.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vietnam.tam biet.'/><title type='text'>Hen Gap Lai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;3days had passed since I arrived in Miri..hehe~ well, I take back my words..I thought that my last trip will be a bore..but it turned out to be so much fun..Well, it will be fun when you're on vacation not only with your family but also there will be someone else almost the same age with you..XD bought lots of stuffs..I think Darell sure have lots of memories there..the Innova,the taxi, the son and not to forget the LV..hahahhhaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon arrival(&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;), Dad greeted us at the entrance..along with the driver..It was fun to hear them screaming about the way people in Vietnam drive..hehe!they drive very very close to the car..it was only about an inch away from the car..and also not to forget about the honking moments..they just love to horn..We went to the brewery thingy..and Dad let me order 1 beer for my own..and I can't finish it????it does not taste good..too pahit laa..went back to the hotel..unpack and stuffs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; morning we went to Cho Ben Thanh..yeah..it was a bargain market..where you get to bargain to your own price if you arrive early..according to their beliefs, it is not good to lose the first customer..so, if you are lucky being the first customer, you get to set your own price..but as for Darell's case, he get to set his own price because the people their keep on saying he's handsome..=..=" special case I guess..around noon, we went to VungTao..another part in Vietnam..around 2hours drive..stop at Lothamilk for lunch where Dexter took photo with a rubbish bin that looks like a cow..hehe...arriving in VungTao,after check in, we went to climb the 1000 stairs..I meant the bukit where got the statue of Jesus Christ. Darren and I were the first to arrive at the shoulder of Jesus..bak kata Darren,"banyak dosa, ya jalan dolok so that people wont know." haha!For dinner, we went to LanRung.Dad's friend, Quang, joined us.He's gona be our tour guide for the next day.We ate everything except for the vegetables.haha!Then we went to have our cafe sua da..meaning ice coffee with milk..went back to hotel by feet..and Darell, Dexter and I witnessed something that we shouldn't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, we went for mudbath..all of us except Karen.too bad she can't join us.After that,we had our dinner at 1 of the restaurant by the sea again..dono the name..walk back to the hotel again..where Darell and I pretended to be Vietnamese..basically what we said is Com..meaning crazy..haha!it was around half to 1hr walk..it was far..kinda like the other side of the hill..after that, Darren, Karen, Darell and I went down to the bar..where I tried pool once..and I obviously suck and Darell called the ladies there emu..haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, went back to Ho Chi Minh by express..nothing much to say..it rained that day and night..but we managed to go and had dinner on the cruise..AND!Darell went into the wrong car that night..he went inside Innova thinking it was a taxi..yet the family that owns the car, was right behind him.LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; morning, everyone woke up very early coz wana go shopping..the whole day went shopping and around 12pm, we had to check out but we left our stuffs at the hotel and hunt for food..We went to the airport quite early coz Dad's flight was at 3.30pm..so, alang2, we went to the airport terus la..Our flight was at night..7.15pm..can you imagine that??how long we had to wait..due to much bullshitting and crapping, we didn't realize that time flies..we were waiting at the departure hall, Gate 8..kinda d last gate la..I spoke to Dexter,"Imagine hoh..suddenly the change the gate to Gate 20, the last gate.haha" not long after that, there was an announcement saying the changing of gate to GATE 20!!n Dexter was like wtf???went to Gate 20..and our flight was delayed till 8.15pm..great..because the plane havent arrive..but the plane arrived at 8.30pm..waiting for the people to clean the plane again..basically, we flew around 9sumthg..huermm..we landed in KL arnd almost 11 la..waiting for luggage lagik..after midnight then we reach ParkRoyal..haiz..tiring..yet, still manage to go for supper..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, woke up kinda late..then, everyone went out except Mum and I and also Darell and his mum..Dad left early to the airport..not the same flight with us..that night went for dinner at Apollo with the same crowd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, send Palin for Xray and admitted..she couldnt get up..something wrong with her back legs..That night dinner with Stan and family again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;,went to town..visit Palin..she was frightened with the environment..and that night, Darell, Karen and I went to funfair..haha!someone I knew fall down in one of the game..doesn't to laugh..but it was so funny..hahaha!went to pick Dexter and had our supper..went back home..and sleep..kinda early..ermm..=..=""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LADIES NIGHT TONIGHT!!ANYONE WANA JOIN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-1155974425312534902?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/1155974425312534902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=1155974425312534902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1155974425312534902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/1155974425312534902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/hen-gap-lai.html' title='Hen Gap Lai'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-5940629470522475230</id><published>2009-06-22T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:34:57.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick.'/><title type='text'>follow me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;will be leaving tomorrow, yet I am sick. screw sore throat. I don't want to be quarantine..*touchwood* better I just stay at home..haizzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-5940629470522475230?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/5940629470522475230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=5940629470522475230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5940629470522475230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/5940629470522475230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/follow-me.html' title='follow me'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6850162946600355092</id><published>2009-06-22T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:25:00.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weee'/><title type='text'>kiss me through the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL FATHERS..i know I was a bit late to wish it here..heheh..I miss my daddy..But i'm meeting him soon this Tuesday!!yeay!my family except Elsa going to Vietnam(again) with they all Stan and family except Constance for a week..hehe..I am half regretted saying yes for the trip coz it will be my 3rd tym going, there's nothing special anymore for me..unless they manage to change the whole thing within this 6months..Today's service was held in Imperial ballroom..Patronal service..so, there won't be any Patronal dinner this year..adeh..Vel was wondering how come I did not join the tambourine dance this year..I said I don't know when was the practice. No one informed me..haizz..nemind..only a year didn't perform..there's always next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NANA!!gues what I found!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349816301871915570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sj5dlP6rYjI/AAAAAAAAALg/1jSbFdPCGP0/s320/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*+*+we 2 sakai-ing with ppl pnya camera+*+* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349816932173801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sj5eJ7-W6YI/AAAAAAAAALo/ufOqTRITNjQ/s320/DSC03771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*+*+Nana and daddy mengumpat..JK+*+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349817697317641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sj5e2eW3XLI/AAAAAAAAALw/0169gwZjsvo/s320/DSC03772.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*+*+Dad showing off his birthday present from Nana+*+*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess that's all..daaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6850162946600355092?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6850162946600355092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6850162946600355092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6850162946600355092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6850162946600355092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-to-all-fathers.html' title='kiss me through the phone'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sj5dlP6rYjI/AAAAAAAAALg/1jSbFdPCGP0/s72-c/DSC02047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8175664162477504812</id><published>2009-06-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:13:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clearer version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SjupIuIt42I/AAAAAAAAALY/UnJTTWc6bJs/s1600-h/outing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054949721236322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SjupIuIt42I/AAAAAAAAALY/UnJTTWc6bJs/s320/outing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *+*+clearer version of the group pic from the laz outing+*+*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L-R: Diana, Tze San, Christine, Lie Chia (pink), Ai Fern, Tiffany, Bernadine,Fred (behind), Ming Seng (blue), Kim Jin (i think), Arun (behind), Ming Joon, Leh Peng, Juneho (behind), Wei Chiat, Davis (white), Ray(d very last end) &amp;amp; Jack (red)&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/446695547291034234-8175664162477504812?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8175664162477504812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8175664162477504812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8175664162477504812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8175664162477504812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/clearer-version.html' title='clearer version'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SjupIuIt42I/AAAAAAAAALY/UnJTTWc6bJs/s72-c/outing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3655655890957728615</id><published>2009-06-19T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:02:39.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im freaking bored alone at home..nothing much to do..OH YA!!i need to jemur some baju..brb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;editted//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what to do now hoh??boredom much till i blog early morning?40minutes left to wake Christine up.mum's back home already..from jogging..ITS WEEKEND!!come!lets go out..I still wana ngoleng2..half and hour l..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;editted some more//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its 11pm..and its weekend..and I am fucking stuck at home..darn!this sux!!people!save me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3655655890957728615?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3655655890957728615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3655655890957728615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3655655890957728615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3655655890957728615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-freaking-bored-alone-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-6716238179507110925</id><published>2009-06-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:26:09.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just dance.'/><title type='text'>shoot me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was extremely hot today..i feel like jumping to a tub full of ice..yesterday afternoon, spent the whole day with Rowena again..and we still manage to laugh at out previous day pnya jokes..terok la us..planned to go out at night, but Darell said he was staying with his aunt, so cancelled la..go online till 8 sumthing..Suddenly Christine called, asking if I'm going out or not..I said probably not..talked with her for awhile..after that, Rowena called me up..asking if I wana go lepak or not..mesti la I said yes. So, she picked me up..we went to August cafe..Then cruising around Miri..when we limpas Al Fresco, was so frustrated at the same time coz cant go out..limpas again Balcony..limpas again Thai bar..everything ends with a sigh..Then, we decided to go to Senadin..(=..=") Then, limpas Davis' car..so, i texted him..asking he's going out or not..he said yes and ask if I would like to join or not..I said yes..I bring Rowena along..We sent her cousin home..Then, Davis followed us from behind.We sent the car first then tumpang him..At last!we went to Thai Bar..and guess who I met..Christine and Esther..I met Darren too..and he was surprised..I was surprised to see him too..haha!Rowena went home with Keegan.Darren send me home..yadayadayada..I landed back in Thai bar again..haha!dance with Christine, Esther and Davis..dahla rupa skoonz lalu..then around 2am, went back with Davis. Davis asked if I wan to crash at his place..I said no.I'll be kill by mum if she found out that I wasn't home.basically thats ol..this morning,I spent the entire morning at Imperial..just got back..lalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-6716238179507110925?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/6716238179507110925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=6716238179507110925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/6716238179507110925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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jalan-ing with Rowena..Had a very good laugh with her..hahahahah!juz d 2 of us and also God knows why..we were playing face warp with other ppls face..aint gonna tell who..spend d entire day with her..I picked her up to go campus..then, went home to send d car..and she picked me up..go bank,pick up d siblings,go home,snd d siblings to sch,go home,snd othr siblings to sch,go cmps for fun,pick siblings,go GK den home..we were laughing our ass off...even when we're in GK..everything relates to sumthg..Dark Chocolate Cookies..lalala!!JOY JUICE!!OK!here r some of the pictures from the last outing..*wink* &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347871106381709010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd0b-B0_tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TiiU-3jwAe8/s320/090613_151005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; *+*+Christine about to be buried+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347871504816662450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd0zKUH57I/AAAAAAAAAJA/hsuCu9dMXYA/s320/090613_150948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Sun Yan waiting for his turn to be buried+*+* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347871750762309522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd1BeiIp5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7DMZ2LKiyGY/s320/090613_150944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Ho Ming Seng+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347873563377850786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd2q_DW2aI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p06bG8N2WPo/s320/090613_152015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Ben &amp;amp; Fred+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347872705871504066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd15El6YsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vedIp8FmNJ8/s320/090613_151150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+d 1 laughing his ass off was Davis and that is Lydia+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347873010895191538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd2K05OffI/AAAAAAAAAJo/m03Xblb0osg/s320/090613_151453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+This is Tiffany+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347873995491215202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd3EIzNh2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/X1Dz0MquNGo/s320/090613_151730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Our beloved lecturer, Madam Siti Kasmah+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347874263516013186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd3TvRTYoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QY4q9FZ1xrA/s320/090613_151258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+She was cursing at the same time+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347874571728195298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd3lrc0DuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/92zVaVib91s/s320/090613_151630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+This is Ray+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347874906142308834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd35JPWeeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kRBuSaXbGno/s320/090613_151709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+That is Jack+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347875414150878194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd4WtuCE_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/NHv-Hlx9ssM/s320/090613_151719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Tiffany and Ai Fern running to the final point..I think thats Ray at the back+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347875727627141458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd4o9gmQVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RmdjHnuXuiM/s320/090613_152412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+ongoing sandcastle+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347877133609267634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd56zM28bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/j3HK13-tkhA/s320/090613_152438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+hunting for victims to be laugh at+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347877573818891858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd6UbHAvlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ezkGAjEHp88/s320/090613_153109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Tired faces but yet still manage to smile+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347878064511075778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd6w_FJRcI/AAAAAAAAALA/fpT5RsIraNU/s320/090614_140548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+Lie Chia and Wei Chiat, dey do look cute together, aite?+*+*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347878469926536498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd7IlXuRTI/AAAAAAAAALI/v8vBnJUiulE/s320/090614_140735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+that's Jack..he's aiming for Olympic 2012 in triathlon+*+*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JENG!JENG!JENG!meet our hottest doctor,which was not actually really hot, ahahaha~Juneho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347878934882881506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sjd7jpd9D-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/QbTBZDcnXQ0/s320/090614_140714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*+*+yeah..he does look sick..he had fever the night before+*+*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-270792991444010498?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/270792991444010498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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participants are there..we were like.."wtf??we jz wana rest awhile" after gathering everyone under the tree..talking2..den we headed back to the hotel to check in..and guess what..the rooms were not ready..wtf?!yadayadayada..the station games..it was fun though tiring..run here and there..laugh here and there..after the game, we headed back to the room and it was tidy already..harahara..Davis called look for his bag,madam siti called saying there's an unknown bag in her room..it wasn't Davis',it was Jack's..change baju, straight went for swimming and I was harassed by the other girls..sot..hehehe..for awhile only la..then, Christine, Shieh Yie and I went for sauna..Christine and I showered together..then go to the "woods" to prepare the stuffs for the night games..went back to dey ol Ben's room for dinner..and d nasi lemak was so spicy..that I can actually feel my lips kembang..terasa mcm botox la pulak..arnd 8.30pm,everyone headed to the location of the game..after the game ended,evry1 was exhausted..after that, Ben n I went to d room to change..we went out for minum with Freddie, Arun and Ray..fyi, Ben is a girl..so, I wasnt d only girl there..her name was Bernadine..beers and beers..bullshitting with each other..and we played truth or dare..most of us took truth..went back to d hotel arnd 3am or 3.30 lyk that la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ben:I wana go c the hottest docter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:Come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(got up head to d lift)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fred:whr r u 2 goin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;B&amp;amp;H:wana watch hottest doctor sleeping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hottest docter was the korean guy, Juneho..haha!sampai dpn pintu,got dgr ppl talk so loud..tgk2 muka Davis,Wei Chiat, Fred n Arun..open up d door n yeah we rest for awhile n had caused the hottest doctor to wake up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone went to sleep except Fred, Arun, Ben n I..we went by the pool for more bullshitting..and I actualy fell asleep at the chair by the pool..but I do heard them singing "under the rainbow" around 4.30am, went back to d room..we were trying to keep it low but yeah..we were still loud..Fred and Arun tpksa sleep on the papan coz Juneho separate the tilam..and he slept on it..Ben n I apa lagik,take the comfy one la..d tilam..I slept between Ben n Juneho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 7am im wide awake..thirsty..hehe..but still lazy wana get up..extend to 8sumthg..den Ben bwk me balik to our room la,tkut ppl carik us..we were suppose to have our morning exercise at 8am..but the organizers lagik blm bgn at 8am..since everyone was tired..so, Davis decided to cancel all the plans for d whole day..muka agik skuntat g jalan balit miri..reaching the room, saw all my roommates, dey showered oredy..ready wana go exercise..den, I had to break the news saying, there will b no xtvt for d day..+ d grps tht suppoz 2 organize d game in d morning tidak ada bhaa..so, dey all roommates went back to sleep till it was tym for lunch..When they were asleep, called up Ben if she wana go jalan2..C!we were d 1 who slept late, wake up early..did not sleep in..haha!we wanted to sleep, but our eyes cannot sleep liao..Lunch go take tapao from Ben's room..go makan to Davis' room..after lunch, Ben&amp;amp;I lie down..almost fell asleep when Davis' attacked us..and yeah, I fell asleep in the room..till it was 10mins to 2pm..2pm we have to check out..rush to my room coz my bag and Lie Chia's bag were still in there..then we check out..we had our photo session..and Im home..will upload d photos if got time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7303913411834433293</id><published>2009-06-09T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:09:52.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Si1BDxtwSZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jgpAXxeR4hM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344999865899305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Si1BDxtwSZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jgpAXxeR4hM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiiizzz..why am I procrastinating right now..damnit..I should've done my preparation for the thingy tomorrow..everything last minute..now aher oredy..and I am sooooooooo lazy to prepare the checklist...Hopefully done by tomorrow noon la..tomorrow got class meeting again..and I just send out my Notice of Meeting, agenda n Minutes of Meeting...=..=" Yeah..davis just called regarding tomorrow's meeting..explaining the stuffs, both in English and Bahasa..which I practically laughed listening to him,trying his best to speak Bahasa..sorry..didnt mean to..n he didn receive his minutes...@_@ i really feel lazy now...I had no idea on what to do...what happen today?this morning,woke up early..go jogging..hehe..no class la today..so,kinda relax la...Oh ya!Danny texted me this morning,asking bila lagik wana go out..me anytime..just not this weekend..everything is not settle for this coming outing..Davis forgot to call Eastwood to book the room..huerrmmm...I just wana go to sleep and not to wake up..until it is end of semester..fuh!tomorrow need to go print some copies of agenda n minutes...prepare xtra documentations..calm down gurl!you can do it!!and I have another meeting later at night..AYC meeting..=..=" i think i better log off now..I need to think before I go to sleep..and hopefully I remember whatever I think about..haizzz...and Davis just called me again..saying he cant find the agenda...OH YA!!Karen will be in Curtin for next semester!!ehheheheh...yup2..she transfer back to Curtin..weeee...I don't think both of us could be in d same class..hahaha..*wink* im going to bed now...and I will silent my hp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-7303913411834433293?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/7303913411834433293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=7303913411834433293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3066154278713679978</id><published>2009-06-05T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:36:16.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarots'/><title type='text'>Pieces of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sif7rpzl4fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ce1e1rfVSIE/s1600-h/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343516210273575410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sif7rpzl4fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ce1e1rfVSIE/s320/a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been thinking much about my life...Why do I feel so unloved?I know that my friends and family do love me...but soon, they will surely go away..everyone has their own life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a guy to share my life with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one who hold and lift me high when I am at my weakest point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To share my joy during my happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause you make me feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That my life without you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was just loneliness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I can't imagine my life without you my side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why don't we hit restart and pause it at our favourite part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We'll skip the goodbyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm just a little bit caught in the middle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I feel amazed that love is a riddle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish I can search and find for the key to your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unlock it and make it mine forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To stay and will never leave your heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wish someone knew about what was deep in my heart,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My heart beats faster when I am with you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tried my best,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, I just couldn't..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cause I know that you belong to others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I may be a fighter, but I am not a snatcher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tried to get hold on you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But you seem to push me aside,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Far away from you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What had I done wrong in your eyes??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why are you punishing me for them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And now I am simply clueless not knowing what else to write..And fuck yeah I don't know how to continue..HAHA!!sebarang alu bunyi my emo poem..which I don't think its a poem..cause I think it sucks all time..LOL!!What happen today??Went out for breakfast at 2020 with Darell..Then, we went to Michelle's house..for the Gawai thingy..but have to leave early cause got the so-called group discussion at Davis' place..Wei Chiat pick me from campus..Ling and Lie Chia were sick..So,left Wei Chiat, Davis, Freddie and I to discuss..which turn out to be other way round..hahaha!!In the end, I will finish up that learning xtvt..wtf?!whatever..OH YA DAVIS!!that thing was right..I am procrastinating right now..hahahahahahha!Davis and Wei Chiat sent me home..Then, had dinner at Banana Leaf and then, go visit uncle at Columbia Asia when Arip suddenly called me asking me to go to Najwa..coz Tom was there..and I forgot to silent my hp which actually mengejutkn the uncle..because of my ringtone..haha!"In the fire-Roadrunners United" But sorry ya..couldn't make it...some other time la k?now i am about to log off..heheh..chiao!and yeah Davis, i'm freaking scared right now..thanks a lot to you..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of me'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/Sif7rpzl4fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ce1e1rfVSIE/s72-c/a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-3746107670398379958</id><published>2009-06-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:48:36.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend soon'/><title type='text'>Nothing feels right when I'm not with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is just a random post where I got bored with the internet..and at last, my love turns to my blog which I think by now was covered with webs..What shall I update about..huermm..My last update was last Thursday..Huermm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (29th May 2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen hoh??morning no class..surely I remember I went to Inik Tin's 70th birthday..venue:at her place..Oh ya..I met 4 bapok over there..Sorry yaaa...luckily I didn't laugh out loud when they spoke to me with a deep voice..imitating them,"excuse me"&lt;-deep, deep voice..When back around 11pm..Elsa did not join us that night..She went out with Moi..Luckily,there's Sara to accompany me with my weirdness and my boredomness...And oh yeah!I met one of my junior..I remember she was the school prefect but I don't know the name..I did smile ok!SEE!!i am good after all..Arip texted me..saying that he was with Dunggat..and I seriously don't believe him..haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday (30th May 2009)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morning..clean the house...=,=" Afternoon, Karen send me to Parkson..Lepak with Glo,Andy,Rafael,Arip, Dunggat, Jerry(birthday boy) and Emang..Went bowling...ANDREW KALAH!!he yang buat bet.."Siapa kalah, belanja" kedirik kalah..Andy,Rafael, Glo and I played...I won..haha!Arip went back early due to some stuffs he needs to settle..Dunggat sent me to church for choir practice..and he terpaksa wait for me..Later on, went to Mall to meet up with Akmal and Talha..Then, they bring go Tanjong, but Dunggat and I went to Al Fresco instead..Happy hour!haha~ Then, we went to Tanjong to meet up with Akmal,Emang,Jerry,Talha,Amri and Rafael..Rafael and I jejak kasih..mengenang kisah-kisah silam..haha!And,oh yeah..Akmal wipe my face..I meant..my make up?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akmal&lt;/strong&gt;:ZEL!who change you bha? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Huh?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akmal&lt;/strong&gt;:how come u're wearing make up now?which guy change u??I want to meet him for changing you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: no one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akmal&lt;/strong&gt;: then?why are u wearing make up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (give the weird look) Maybe because I just realize I'm a girl??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha!kesian him..not use to see me so ladies..haha!don't worry Abie..I'm not changing..Just my appearance..After that, they all balik..left only Dunggat and I..We went to Esplanade..enjoying the night while chatting..mostly it is about "do u know this person?" and the kisah-kisah dahulu kala..Then, we went to have dinner at Al Fresco..Then, he sent me home..thanx ya.. Dunggat didn't believe me when I said I was single..Come on!I've been single for a very long time..What?Does my face shows that I gila laki ka????Just because I have a ring doesn't mean that I am taken..Well, that was one of my lame trick...So that guys will think I was taken..malas la want to think about this couple thingy..Bak kata Danny," Tunggu jak la kumbang semua besar2..kinek tok gik ulat2.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday (31st May 2009)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gawai eve..go church..played the organ..pedal organ rosak..=.=" after that, went to have breakfast with the usual crowd at Summit Cafe..After breakfast,went shopping for stuffs for baking cakes..bake 2 cakes...I dono la the name of the cake..Just bake according to the recipe..Then, help around the kitchen, cook curry!!hehe..Later that evening, went to Darell's place..While waiting, all of us,seriously got bored..wanted to go to the UK funfair thingy..but people said cannot..takut not in time to come back for the Gawai toast...So, I fell asleep in front of the TV after watching P2...After toast and wished the people "Selamat Gawai", went back home..clean the house a bit la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday (1st June 2009)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ina's birthday..That morning, helping around the house..cleaning and cooking..Jadi driver.go buy stuffs...Then, around noon..People came over for lunch...haha!Arip, Ina, Zaty and Lydia came..then, Elsa's colleague, Karen's friends and also not to be forgotten, our relatives too..quite tiring too..don't really have much time to entertain the friends..Also busy washing the dishes in the kitchen..Kesian Lydia..offer to help in the kitchen..The food also not enough...Karen have to cook extra dishes..After everyone went back..I went to lepak with they all Ina, Zaty and Arip..met Andy and Wiena..Dom and Trecy...went back home...Then, they all Dexter came over..for dinner..when they arrived,I went up..with the intention of taking a shower before dinner..but I accidentally fall asleep...And I miss dinner..got up around 9pm sumthing..I heard that they were still downstairs..So,had my shower..however, after shower,I lie down again..and fell asleep...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday (2nd June 2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for breakfast..Then morning jadi driver again cause Karen malas want to drive..Went to buy medicine for mum..then,bought the pasir thingy for the cat..Then, bof of us went to Ice Tea...nice!!though quite pricey to eat blended ice..haha!Then, went to Inik Tin's place...hahahahahaha!!Mum allowed Karen and I to drink.."Just give them drink la..they are over SPM oredy" yeah..a bottle of alcohol was finished by Karen,my Inik and I..haha!continue on with beers...steady beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday (3rd June 2009)&lt;/strong&gt; -hibernating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (4th June 2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got class..=.=" 1.30-2pm..haiz...buang masa and minyak only...went for breakfast this morning..after class..hibernating with mum and Elsa in front of the tv..went out dinner with Karen and Mum at JingWood..Elsa went out celebrating Moi's 31st birthday?I think la...Neway, happy birthday...I guess thats all la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-3746107670398379958?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/3746107670398379958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=3746107670398379958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3746107670398379958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/3746107670398379958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-feels-right-when-im-not-with.html' title='Nothing feels right when I&apos;m not with you'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-7262494900707031109</id><published>2009-05-28T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:27:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BARCELONA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take that you, MU..hahahahhahahahhahahahahaha~satisfied when Barcelona scored 2...hihihihihi...whoooo!!Last night went out with Karen, Spencer, Darel, Sara and Danny..Watched angels and demons..the intro kinda boring also la..and the sound system sucks!!!i want my money back!LOL!Kesian Sara..salu kenak buli by me...hahahahah!tedah..Then,bet with Danny..I said that Barca definitely gonna win..but then he said he still have faith in his devils...take that u!You owe me 5 cans of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;beers&lt;/span&gt;...hahhah!ku tagih ya klk..LOL...now just got back jalan with Row..not really jalan la...just hang out cam biasa..lamak oredy we 2 meet..jumpa pun,owez in the rush..oh well..end of semester bha...everythg due..went to pick the siblings..and I drop/spill the cookies drink..SORRY ROW!!!I suppose to finish up my minutes of meeting..but lazy la..hahahahahahah...*procrastinate*still lamak bha...next next week baru meeting again..hehehe...I manage to pujuk Diana to join the class activity..the one that is going to be held in Eastwood.hehe...\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cukup la setakat tOk...shut the fuck up, u &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;motherfucker&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/446695547291034234-7262494900707031109?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446695547291034234.post-8386470433478474568</id><published>2009-05-21T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:27:50.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships.Joy.Assessments?'/><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huermmm...how to start my blog??today's class is 1.30 i think...suppose to be 2 hrs class..but always end up 1 hr class...not because im escaping from the class..the class really finish..wasnt my fault...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me share with you something..Friends..what is friends?is it the series Friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What does friends defined?Your own personal definitions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it the one that is always by your side when you feel down but somehow backstab you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or was it the person, who only looks for you when they are down?But when they are fucking happy..they just dont give a shit about you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it just a friend for you to look for when they are alone?and they need company?they'll look for you...and catch up with some old jokes or stories for goodness sake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it the person that you always thought they were your friends..but somehow after going further away,they tend not to remember you?Common people..you and I know how hectic life can be..Don't give me bullshit about u go to school for 25 hours and 8days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If another friend can find time to look for you..why is it so hard for you to do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it you are at same place, but just couldnt be bothered looking for your friend to hang out or just chill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People seem to be abusing a lot this days..especially to the word friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't say you are my friend over a few comments or chat..or just some bullshits or craps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, this may sound stupid..I do not know who are my real friends are...its reality, baby..everyone seems to be Jekyll and Hyde..two-faced people..It is very hard to trust people this days..I do love those who had always being there for me through my ups and downs...I am not telling this specifically..Cause someone will definitely think its unfair for them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338106842972188338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/ShTD5CRwbrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Q6yKgs_N4Zo/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back to reality again,shit!I have assessment due tomorrow and I haven't read what it was about...XP and luckily, I've done my Agenda...For next week meeting..Yup..I'm the class secretary...me?huermm..so not the old me..people change okhay...Davis said my name..out loud..i confidently thought I would not win...seriously..I thought due to my "quietness" in class..I would lose..but majority voted for me..pfft...Ai Fern's name was the first one..and 7 voted for her..I thought I will only have 6 votes...sekali when teacher counts,14..=.=" Lastly, Christine..I voted for her..hoping that when I vote,it will be more than mine..but noooooo...hers is only 10..I wanted to vote for our activity for our unit outing...Oh ya...we're gona have outing in EastWood Valley..hopefully for a one night trip...Our games is so much fun..because we don't give a shit about your life..lol!!And yeah..its dangerous too..lol!!about swimming in the lake with crocodiles..haha..bullshit much.. Now I can't throw my votes for the games..It sure gonna be exhausted but everyone will remember it..hehehe...So, Davis' the chairperson and I'm the secretary..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Guess thats for now..I'm off now...Parents coming home soon..So long, SUCKERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446695547291034234-8386470433478474568?l=tarzanbunting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/feeds/8386470433478474568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446695547291034234&amp;postID=8386470433478474568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8386470433478474568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446695547291034234/posts/default/8386470433478474568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarzanbunting.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>dijon mustard n honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01820189576623775974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/SX8CQw0wkTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y7n3SZkZ7yQ/S220/081231_093026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPUqRvuZXIc/ShTD5CRwbrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Q6yKgs_N4Zo/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
