<?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-4898813217578639433</id><updated>2012-01-30T05:31:28.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag says...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;everyone has their own tales. here's mine.&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7392249974624122388</id><published>2011-12-19T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:10:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>current status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjXqNICOyIQ/Tu4QMpYvR8I/AAAAAAAABB8/sOeP9Kg9LLQ/s1600/valcanoe2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjXqNICOyIQ/Tu4QMpYvR8I/AAAAAAAABB8/sOeP9Kg9LLQ/s320/valcanoe2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nuff' said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-7392249974624122388?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7392249974624122388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7392249974624122388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7392249974624122388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7392249974624122388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2011/12/current-status.html' title='current status'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjXqNICOyIQ/Tu4QMpYvR8I/AAAAAAAABB8/sOeP9Kg9LLQ/s72-c/valcanoe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2132578575847956462</id><published>2011-07-12T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:40:55.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the 15th of July...</title><content type='html'>By then, I would've completed the exam for Theories of Media and handed up my thesis, meaning I'll be as free as a bird &lt;s&gt;and jobless.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevertheless, I'm going to:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trim my mane.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaning I should get back to running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep following the Malaysian time zone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop like nobody's business (except my parents' since they are my Bank Negara)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly freakin wait.&lt;/div&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/4898813217578639433-2132578575847956462?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2132578575847956462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2132578575847956462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2132578575847956462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2132578575847956462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-15th-of-july.html' title='After the 15th of July...'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8341755118203572214</id><published>2011-06-08T01:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:29:10.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>While I was driving the other day, I was thinking, why do people worked so hard to the extent of them not enjoying their own lives?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told myself that I would blog about this topic no matter what.. and that was last week wtf. Sorry sorry sorry sorry~ (Super Junior K-pop geddit geddit?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, after reading &lt;a href="http://thenextweb.com/lifehacks/2011/05/31/the-top-5-regrets-people-make-on-their-deathbeds/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; , I was even more sure that I need to blog about this topic. Yes, I finally received my true calling after a one-week delay (sorry, antenna  spoil).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what defines true happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for me, it would be getting all the clothes that I want, getting all the Aldo shoes that I want....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y5N-N3i6y4/Te5npgI1GdI/AAAAAAAABAI/AnFKU2H99FY/s1600/Aldo%2B2%2B700x500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y5N-N3i6y4/Te5npgI1GdI/AAAAAAAABAI/AnFKU2H99FY/s320/Aldo%2B2%2B700x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615539748076853714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My second home wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, got side-tracked. But no, those I've listed above would not make me really happy. Those are just materials which I cannot bring with me when I reached nirvana (no right Buddha? but still.. burn Aldo shoes for me in case I can receive it. haha just joking Buddha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes me happy is seeing other people happy. Especially my loved ones. I've learned that watching people laugh and smile after what you did for them is simply, priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money? Money can't buy you health. What's the use of having 1 million dollars in your bank when you're dying from cancer? Smile and live a simple yet happy life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z0ztDKMOig/Te5pPU2x6qI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ls7lPx6AGik/s1600/HappyCow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z0ztDKMOig/Te5pPU2x6qI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ls7lPx6AGik/s320/HappyCow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615541497395014306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even cows know how to smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*serious look wtf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what my mum always tell me, you'll never earn enough money. Whatever you're earning is never going to be enough; you always strive for more. So just pause for a while, look back at your life and smile at the happy memories. That's way richer than anything in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm not asking you to splurge and ended up living on the streets wtf. But, you gotta enjoy life. So what if you splurge once in a while? If it makes you and other people happy, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I would rather live a happy and simple life rather than living my whole life counting how much money I've wasted or have left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....however, right now, what would make me really happy is my hardcore-Asian-at-heart hair to absorb the red hair dye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGXptoy_L1M/Te5qdC7mtfI/AAAAAAAABAY/NVkNsEHSwFI/s1600/shine6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGXptoy_L1M/Te5qdC7mtfI/AAAAAAAABAY/NVkNsEHSwFI/s320/shine6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615542832613209586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at the red dye, not the aunty curls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it that hard to absorb the red hair dye? T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah yeah... I'm a shallow marshmallow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8341755118203572214?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8341755118203572214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8341755118203572214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8341755118203572214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8341755118203572214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y5N-N3i6y4/Te5npgI1GdI/AAAAAAAABAI/AnFKU2H99FY/s72-c/Aldo%2B2%2B700x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6328575359834470494</id><published>2011-03-15T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:58:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy and daddy dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm very fortunate to have this close relationship with my parents. I'm not saying that only I, have this kinda relationship, but comparing to others, I do count my blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm in KL, my mum is just a phone call away. If I'm stressed about anything, a talk with my mum will make me feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm really lucky that my parents are not giving me any form of stress at all (I guess it works the other way round haha). In fact, they are my stress reliever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember very well that last year when I was searching for my internship, I was so stressed up that I couldn't find a job and the due date was just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was ready to break down at any moment and my mum called. You can say it was a mother's instinct, but the moment I heard my mum's voice I just broke down and cried. I told her all my problems and at the end of the conversation, I could feel a huge part of my stress was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's safe to say that I do not feel any gap between my parents and I. Maybe a little bit more on my dad since I don't see him much when he worked last time, but still I could talk to him about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I remembered, I think I made a blog post about my love for my parents before wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....but yeah, I think my parents are the best gift I ever got. Sure, some people might say my parents spoiled me. Giving me gifts, a car, and most of the things that I want I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what, I appreciated everything. I know I need to give back to my parents. I appreciated everything my parents got me and I'm always thinking of what gifts to give them back. I am always looking for ways to make them happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thankful they brought me up the right way, making who I am today. They taught me the importance of being a caring person, managing my money to teaching me on the ugliness of this world and how to survive it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot thank them enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone were to ask me who my best friends are, I would say it's my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.cpcache.com/product/56760161v11_480x480_Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4898813217578639433-6328575359834470494?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6328575359834470494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=6328575359834470494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6328575359834470494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6328575359834470494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2011/03/mummy-and-daddy-dearest.html' title='mummy and daddy dearest'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-9192979413735328185</id><published>2010-11-13T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:29:09.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mazda 2 hatchback</title><content type='html'>When I have enough moolah for myself to eat and pluck leaves to cover my modesty, Imma get a hold on to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mazdapic.com/mazda/car/pictures/2010/10/imge51dba32zikfzj.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 229px;" src="http://www.mazdapic.com/mazda/car/pictures/2010/10/imge51dba32zikfzj.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mazda 2 Hatchback babeh!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma show u more of Mazda 2, coz it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mazdapic.com/mazda/car/pictures/2010/07/mazda2-3door22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.mazdapic.com/mazda/car/pictures/2010/07/mazda2-3door22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back view &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I have a a problem with the skinny tyres. It's ok, I can sacrifice a few meals for those damn tyres and change them into bigger and more macho tyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... looks like I have to start buying lottery every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do inform me if there's any extra draw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-9192979413735328185?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9192979413735328185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=9192979413735328185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9192979413735328185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9192979413735328185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/11/mazda-2-hatchback.html' title='mazda 2 hatchback'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-636019868509265661</id><published>2010-10-25T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:41:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new fashion statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/TMU0UFgZhZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9PpZdJRdSbU/s1600/25102010110.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/_R4I0TWu4qSA/TMU0UFgZhZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9PpZdJRdSbU/s320/25102010110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531885236974618002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest things ever.&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/4898813217578639433-636019868509265661?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/636019868509265661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=636019868509265661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/636019868509265661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/636019868509265661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-fashion-statement.html' title='new fashion statement'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/TMU0UFgZhZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9PpZdJRdSbU/s72-c/25102010110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7543588827246643660</id><published>2010-10-01T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:47:47.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>char koay teow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believed that my cravings for Char Koay Teow have gone into a dangerous level. THREE days of char koay teow in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yApw4gLxzGU/SdLnHZrHraI/AAAAAAAAN1A/GzDBF4yL_Bg/char-koay-teow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yApw4gLxzGU/SdLnHZrHraI/AAAAAAAAN1A/GzDBF4yL_Bg/char-koay-teow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy comoly.&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/4898813217578639433-7543588827246643660?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7543588827246643660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7543588827246643660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7543588827246643660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7543588827246643660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/10/char-koay-teow.html' title='char koay teow'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yApw4gLxzGU/SdLnHZrHraI/AAAAAAAAN1A/GzDBF4yL_Bg/s72-c/char-koay-teow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5704135882133406155</id><published>2010-09-23T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:52:45.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsensical post</title><content type='html'>How la how la you tell me? I have tons and tons of assignments to do. But I chose not to do them. (Not like they're very important anyway.. but wait they're important! Omg why am I debating with myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't wanna do them, rather, I don't know how to do them.. or just too lazy to learn and do them. Yesh, I promise, I'll pick up my textbooks and study them so I can be an intelligent girl and understand what I'm supposed to do in my assignments ...maybe later at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, and I have my internship report to do. Bah! And the worst thing is I've forgotten what I really did in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see? I have tons to do. I have The Kite Runner to read too, but what I chose to do was to play Cooking Academy to improve my culinary skills. (not that it helps a lot wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've finished that game, so I guess I'll cook better Maggie Mee from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling shit bored. Shit bored that I called the bf to wake him up in hope that I'll have the chance to say something to annoy him  and and in hope of bringing me joy too, if i managed to successfully annoy him. (not to be annoying or what but he's supposed to wake up or he'll sleep in the day and count hair at night again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was too sleepy to understand what I'm talking about, so mission=fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy called and asked if I wanted face masks from Face Shop. Haha that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How la, I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind la, I don't even know why this post is created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5704135882133406155?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5704135882133406155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5704135882133406155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5704135882133406155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5704135882133406155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/09/nonsensical-post.html' title='nonsensical post'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8882204804413074240</id><published>2010-07-25T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:56:14.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the reasons why I simply love the music from the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8OipmKFDeM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/r8OipmKFDeM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise Ill blog properly when I have the time to eat, sleep and shit properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but I'm always saying this isn't it? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I need a new wardrobe change! A new pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I'm going to buy The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns. I heard that it's very good and Borders is having the Buy first book, get 50% off the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The end of the month is near... and I can smell money already.&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/4898813217578639433-8882204804413074240?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8882204804413074240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8882204804413074240&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8882204804413074240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8882204804413074240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/90s.html' title='90s'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7622796912776107176</id><published>2010-05-23T17:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:37:40.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>Since I have tons to do, I will compile a list on the things I want to do. Or need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. To finally learn how to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is fucking embarrassing but after so many years, I still can't swim FML. Which explains why I always scout for the safety jacket or floats. This also explains why I always hold on to the edge of my seat when I'm on a boat (not because I'm very excited to be on a boat wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to learn how to swim but something always came up, like my mum worrying a shark will appear in the pool suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_j_DekCpoI/AAAAAAAAA88/wgfjg8bLhnE/s1600/jumping-great-white-shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_j_DekCpoI/AAAAAAAAA88/wgfjg8bLhnE/s320/jumping-great-white-shark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474405782277760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, enough is enough. I will learn how to swim. One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will not depend on my swimming float anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_j_QaQ_DSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/6O-xfEd1OvM/s1600/duckybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_j_QaQ_DSI/AAAAAAAAA9E/6O-xfEd1OvM/s320/duckybaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474406004462390562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pink bag's best friend. (the float, not the baby wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. To go to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_kAwbAK3TI/AAAAAAAAA9M/MsrC4KVEfw8/s1600/disneyland-paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_kAwbAK3TI/AAAAAAAAA9M/MsrC4KVEfw8/s320/disneyland-paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474407653927738674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a very far way to go to achieve this but never mind. If I start eating just cucumbers everyday from today, maybe, this goal can be achieved in five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. To own that freaking pair of heels from Vincci (wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. I tell you this is torturing. I want a pair of heels from Vincci which look like something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_kB5h_QAMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qyAo9yYbKpc/s1600/x078+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_kB5h_QAMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qyAo9yYbKpc/s320/x078+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474408909933379778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But of course, the heels I wanted looked better than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even dreamed about it (FML). In my dream, my mum wanted to buy those pair of heels for me. I tell you, when I woke up the, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"rupa-rupanya, hanyalah satu mimpi"&lt;/span&gt; feeling was almost fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML I saw that pair of heels on display at that Vincci store again when I was at Ikano yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I don't have a picture of that pair of heels or I will have trouble sleeping every night wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List shall be continued soon. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-7622796912776107176?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7622796912776107176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7622796912776107176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7622796912776107176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7622796912776107176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/05/wishlist.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S_j_DekCpoI/AAAAAAAAA88/wgfjg8bLhnE/s72-c/jumping-great-white-shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5661765034112059625</id><published>2010-05-05T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:09:10.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tokio hotel (5 star hotel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to &lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;'s concert babeh!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....if you can count that as a concert....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tokio Hotel is not any typical hotel ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BJ8Ly-FcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/H_gbI_E2y-A/s1600/fachada-hotel-retoc1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467451245935334850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BJ8Ly-FcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/H_gbI_E2y-A/s320/fachada-hotel-retoc1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 317px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. not this type of hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S973HSnh2eI/AAAAAAAAA8M/yni_bMdbF0I/s1600/tokio-hotel2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467078702303140322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S973HSnh2eI/AAAAAAAAA8M/yni_bMdbF0I/s320/tokio-hotel2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 233px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;HELLO TOM KAULITZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DID NOT STAND ON ANY LADDER OR STOOL AT THE CONCERT YOU FOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THE ROAD CURB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BHYZ202eI/AAAAAAAAA8U/uCWQCI8u97M/s1600/Road_Curb1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467448432211057122" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BHYZ202eI/AAAAAAAAA8U/uCWQCI8u97M/s320/Road_Curb1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My life saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the big day started with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/the%20khong"&gt;the khong&lt;/a&gt; and I arriving early to collect the tickets for the concert. And they gave us glow sticks &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(awesome stuffs)...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;which I broke a few seconds after I got them. But thanks to a very patient and yet very horrified khong&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; (to what i did to the glow sticks)&lt;/span&gt;, he went to ask for more glow sticks. YAY! All is well wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some complications, I did not attend the autograph session. But s'okay. I'm a very matured women. Only tween girls with raging hormones and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuaci&lt;/span&gt;-sized breasts will go for this kinda thing &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;*bitter*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? After the autograph session, as the khong and I was heading to find something to eat, we realised girls were all running towards our direction.. running pass us &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(apparently they're not chasing us after all wtf)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I saw it! Tokio Hotel were walking towards &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQSAUCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is they walked right in front of &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BH_K0TOSI/AAAAAAAAA8k/C6NmljUtUX8/s1600/IMG0428.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467449098188831010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BH_K0TOSI/AAAAAAAAA8k/C6NmljUtUX8/s320/IMG0428.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: 100%;"&gt;This is how close they were to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When night time comes, it's time for TEH CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BRGXP_c0I/AAAAAAAAA80/t0TvLDm1K3k/s1600/IMG0442.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467459117389935426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BRGXP_c0I/AAAAAAAAA80/t0TvLDm1K3k/s320/IMG0442.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently the mob were quite crazy. The organiser didn't even check our tickets. People just pushed their way through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;Pop Shuvit&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Bunkface&lt;/span&gt; were the opening act. Unlucky for Bunkface, all of the microphones died while they were performing their TM signature song, Through My Window. Boo hoo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But s'okay, Tokio Hotel was there to save the say. They brought their own instruments and equipments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Looks like they don't trust Malaysian men-work enough wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the concert was amazing. Great vocals by Bill Kaulitz and great performance by Tom Kaulitz &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;*AHEM.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(even if he shits, it's great also)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it's a great performance by Tokio Hotel. Bill, Tom, Georg and Gustav all alike =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, I'll leave you guys with this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BHkjCVuvI/AAAAAAAAA8c/5CTy1aAbfNU/s1600/IMG0451.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467448640833698546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BHkjCVuvI/AAAAAAAAA8c/5CTy1aAbfNU/s320/IMG0451.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy mama! It's Tom Kaulitz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;*All pictures are credited to the khong's phone's camera which has the amazing zoom capability. &lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;unlike my lousy capelang phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5661765034112059625?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5661765034112059625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5661765034112059625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5661765034112059625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5661765034112059625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/05/tokio-hotel-5-star-hotel.html' title='tokio hotel (5 star hotel)'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S-BJ8Ly-FcI/AAAAAAAAA8s/H_gbI_E2y-A/s72-c/fachada-hotel-retoc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7119887942757782800</id><published>2010-04-21T04:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:48:59.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing a tag to update my blog</title><content type='html'>Getting to know each other!", tag 25 people including me (tagging is done in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to count. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning&lt;br /&gt;12pm ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;br /&gt;delicious HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;the sixth sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;shemar moore. i mean criminal minds. hahaha but serious, i love criminal minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere with no taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;timun. who eats timun? i put timun on my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Place to Eat?&lt;br /&gt;preferably places with free refills for drinks coz i'm stingy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;br /&gt;short dress. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;malaysian made wtf. 1malaysia mah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;nice ones laaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;tokyo. because tokio hotel lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?&lt;br /&gt;overflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;definitely not old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;Night la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;adventist hospital yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;f1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;br /&gt;assholes (reason why i'm tagging alicia and only alicia back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;br /&gt;mahathir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;br /&gt;hungry laaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bird watcher?&lt;br /&gt;i only watch birds to see if they're above me so they wouldn't drop their shit on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;aside from my sweethearts (dogs), i keep mosquitoes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a pimple growing on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;a cashier. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;getting all the barbie dolls i wanted and oh yeah getting a parking garage toy hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;br /&gt;DOG. READ THIS CALVIN. DOG DOG DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;no la. then i have to waste money to give ang pows during chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;yes. nanti polis tangkap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;people who cuts rudely on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite pizza topping?&lt;br /&gt;chicken pepperoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;br /&gt;err.. the most mahal 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;hungry laaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;err.. no favourites. all also i suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;NONE. HAHAHAHA. I PASSED ON THE FIRST TIME YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;some facebook notifications la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;i am not someone who will max out my credit card 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? SOME SPONTANEOUS COMEDIAN IZZIT HUH HUH HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;br /&gt;student= love/hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;suka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;br /&gt;they're all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;the T person =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;secrets- one republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;banyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;zero sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What time did you finish this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;4.34 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Coffee Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;drinking coffee is a sin. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.sorry too lazy to colour the fonts haha.&lt;br /&gt;good night and don't let the bad bugs bite. if they bite you, bite them back wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. yes i copied this from facebook hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. i realized i blog whenever i need to study for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppps. namo amitabha T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-7119887942757782800?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7119887942757782800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7119887942757782800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7119887942757782800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7119887942757782800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/04/doing-tag-to-update-my-blog.html' title='doing a tag to update my blog'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8070615198977743081</id><published>2010-04-04T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:12:24.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glee</title><content type='html'>I think Sandra you must be rolling your eyes right now. Remember you told me that Glee is the most awesome show on earth EVEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR? &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(i'm not sure how many R's you used but you get the idea).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really love the song &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Stop Believin'&lt;/span&gt; now. At first I have trouble listening to this song on the radio because it would remind me of you so much and I couldn't take it. So I would change to other radio stations each time. Heck I couldn't even listen to Back Here by BbMak or Hot n Cold by Katy Perry coz these songs were played at your wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I slowly overcome all this and I can finally listen to these songs without tearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was still having trouble with anything that has to do with Glee. Until one day, I was talking to my sister about you loving Glee so much with the song Don't Stop Believin' playing on the radio. I almost cried but then with my sister being the no nonsense kind, I guess that helped me overcome this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I grew to like this song a lot. I think I will watch Glee too, during the semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now, if you are reading you must be saying, &lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I TOLD YOU SO"&lt;/span&gt;, with the words all caps locked if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, you told me it's gayer than High School Musical and you showed me the videos of Glee on youtube. I told you it's damn gay man, and I refused to watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who plans to watch Glee now? Geez.. oh well Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm tearing up as I'm writing this listening to Don't Stop Believin in the background. But I guess I need to face all of this if I want to move on healthily, right Sandra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your sake and for mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know don't like to talk about you openly with people, I'm still struggling. But I will overcome all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day on Christine's birthday, when Jo said you brought all of us together after your death, I really thought so too. I was looking at the pool with the water in it all so calm and the lights surrounding it, it's so beautiful. It feels as if you were there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Sandra, I bet you would know this by now. The radio is playing Don't Stop Believin' a lot these days. If you're still alive, I bet you must be so damn happy and proud right now. (coz you discovered and watched Glee first and not us, especially with me refusing to watch it coz I thought it was damn gay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's to Glee and to you, Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;10 more days and it'll be three months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8070615198977743081?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8070615198977743081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8070615198977743081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8070615198977743081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8070615198977743081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/04/glee.html' title='glee'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6784452052422125023</id><published>2010-02-20T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:11:01.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ego at stake</title><content type='html'>I admit. Back then, whenever I listened to this song on the radio, I'll always complain that this song is soooo whiny. Only tweens will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously this song is not for me. This song is for those tweens with not fully developed matured brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me, we listen to &lt;del&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/del&gt; Beethoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but!!! The more I listen to this song, the more I like it. Must be those stupid radio stations' fault. Once, I experienced TWO radio stations playing this song at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! it's all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TRAP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what song am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Is Better Than One&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51-BHVbjT2Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51-BHVbjT2Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my ego and reputation as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matured, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; adult&lt;/span&gt; is at stake here by posting such song on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;, matured, young adult wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-6784452052422125023?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6784452052422125023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=6784452052422125023&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6784452052422125023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6784452052422125023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/02/ego-at-stake.html' title='ego at stake'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-9034196268327070190</id><published>2010-02-18T02:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:56:03.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look yo!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing that I'm sick of my blog skin, I finally changed a new one for bagtales yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then I realized the new skin is not that much different from the one before&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously what's wrong with me? After linking everyone up, then only I realized that it's not that different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FML FML FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'll change into a different one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from changing a new skin for my blog, my life has been monotonous for a while now &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(BORINGSAVEMEPLEASEIBEGYOU T___T).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized my college life has turned into a routine. WTF big time man... especially with this semester's timetable which has three 10 a.m. classes and one 8 a.m. class. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(people faster congratulate me wtf)&lt;/span&gt;. As soon as I wake up, I'll feel like sleeping. After coming back from college, I'll feel like sleeping. While driving, I'll feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically I feel like sleeping the entire time la wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I look forward to in the week is Criminal Minds and American Idol &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(go big mike yo! i'll be supportin u yo! coz u are so big and u make me feel so slim yo!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and oh ya new Bleach manga chapters, which is soooooooo draggy now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaaaaay, since I decided to waste some time to change my blog's look &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(not really a change as it turns out wtf)&lt;/span&gt;, I better get back to my college assignment &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(YES EVEN DURING CHINESE NEW YEAR BREAK KESIAN ME OR NOT&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye byeeeeeeeeeee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait, not bye bye yet. Let me tell you, I'm super super addicted to this song ever since I heard Didi sang it in American Idol. It's Terrified by Katharine Mcphee &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Kara Dioguardi wrote this song).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-MftkVza2k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-MftkVza2k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super duper like this part at 3.00. It makes me feel sooooo dreeeeeamy &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(or maybe I'm just sugar high on coke again wtf)&lt;/span&gt;. But I LOVE LOVE LOVE this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently a lot of people don't like Katharine Mcphee's new look. Okay what. I kinda like it. More funky and sultry. Ngiau wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song which I loved now is Need You Now by Lady Antebellum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlJy_Cb21Lw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlJy_Cb21Lw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I heard it on the radio, I thought it's sung by Taylor Swift coz the female lead's voice sounded like her. Well you can't exactly blame me right since Taylor Swift is everywhere now. Who knows, maybe next time when you need to clean your backside, you can see her on your toilet paper also wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think it's bye bye for now! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(for real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;time to play bejewelled!&lt;/del&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-9034196268327070190?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9034196268327070190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=9034196268327070190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9034196268327070190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9034196268327070190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-look-yo.html' title='new look yo!'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5092179652728047515</id><published>2010-01-17T00:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:20:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye sandra. r.i.p.</title><content type='html'>Sandra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much that I wanted to write here. So many memories of you that I can't possibly put in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts couldn't register my head when Leanna called me on Thursday, telling me that you've passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess reality hit me like three minutes later when I called Calvin to tell him about your death. But I guess I was still in denial. I even went to your facebook and check, hopefully to see a post from you that says, "Haha. All of you fell for that joke". But when I saw your facebook, it further confirmed that you're gone for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I spent the night crying, Sandra. When I saw Leanna on Friday morning, both of us just cried. I guess we reminded each other of you. I'm sure you would have said, "Haiyo. Why are you all crying over me? I'm paiseh la", coz that's just very you isn't it, Sandra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you giving me an Apollo cake when I was hungry, telling me that it's almost the same like the Hiro cake I was looking for? I didn't tell you this, but every time I see that Apollo cake after that, I will be reminded of you and how you told me you got it cheaply in your hometown and I guess your favourite place on Earth, Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell you this also, but because I love the taste of the Apollo cake so much, I actually brought three big packets of Apollo cakes with me on my Korea trip. I can say I survived that trip with the Apollo cake because I couldn't eat most of the Korean food. All thanks to you Sandra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you asking me to come to Malacca last semester, and I told you I couldn't back then coz I was having a crazy semester. But I told you, I will, because I haven't been in Malacca in a long time, but maybe next semester, when things are less hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was planning to visit Malacca this semester, because I have Mondays off. I thought of telling you that when I see you in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I will never get to tell you all this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad thing this is. I finally visited Malacca this semester, but it was to attend your wake yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Sandra, even the journey to your wake was a funny one. We got lost so many times. All four cars kept going to the wrong directions and all of us in Aimi's car would get very stress when we face a junction with traffic lights because we will have to wait for a very long time. I bet you're laughing at us then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our favourite song together? Ironically, it's Say Goodbye by Jordan Knight and Deborah Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you will be asking us not to cry over you. But how can we not cry when we've lost such a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the most genuine friend I ever had Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to my nuffnang event when you yourself have an event at the same time. You promised me you would come after your event is finished even thought I told you that you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not cry so much anymore. I'm sure you will not want to see us like this. But I'm going to continue grieving over you Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get used to not receiving any more calls or messages from "Sandra". No more seeing you signing in msn with your funny display names like "Sandra!". No more me going "Sandraaaaaaaaa I'm hungryyyyyyy" and you going "Let's go Mama's Kitchen!" with that enthusiastic voice of yours and you will have your favourite Mama's Kitchen soup there. No more seeing you coming to morning classes with your sleepy face.  No more of you walking silently and coming very close to me from the back, making me turn around and you will laugh your Sandra laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever have the same laughter like you Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss you Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S1H28-Wru0I/AAAAAAAAA78/uNNUvlp79RE/s1600-h/wong+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S1H28-Wru0I/AAAAAAAAA78/uNNUvlp79RE/s320/wong+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427390553348881218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sandra Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;21 November 1988- 14 January 2010&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/4898813217578639433-5092179652728047515?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5092179652728047515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5092179652728047515&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5092179652728047515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5092179652728047515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-bye-sandra-rip.html' title='bye bye sandra. r.i.p.'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/S1H28-Wru0I/AAAAAAAAA78/uNNUvlp79RE/s72-c/wong+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-1147010252147181912</id><published>2009-12-28T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:05:45.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babi barbie</title><content type='html'>Just now, I was reminiscing of those times when I was a little girl, playing with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;barbie dolls&lt;/span&gt;. Yes I do play with barbie dolls ok? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(yes i'm a girl after all wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I still do have my barbie dolls. All dumped in a plastic bag&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(GASP!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my other house, errr... I think somewhere there la. But the point is, they're all safe and sound. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then as I've mentioned in this &lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-in-school.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I used to get a barbie doll on my every birthday. Now I know why. My parents don't have to think of what to get me T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. why am I so easily satisfied back then. But then, my brain &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;finally developed&lt;/span&gt; when I was eight, coz at that time, I asked for a parking garage and a huge doll set instead &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(good job pink bag)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered one incident, I was playing with barbie dolls together with my sister and there were some people around me. I was still very little but I was blessed with hercules strength. I was tying up my barbie doll's hair and then... I guessed I pulled &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a little too hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, I heard one "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;POP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" sound and the barbie doll's head came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry barbie. i swear i didn't mean it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, the faces of the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this grandma/grandpa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Szeel_p-8nI/AAAAAAAAA7k/qxYv0S0YpqM/s1600-h/ist2_7553803-shock-and-awe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Szeel_p-8nI/AAAAAAAAA7k/qxYv0S0YpqM/s320/ist2_7553803-shock-and-awe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419975052143555186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry aunty/uncle. But from your picture, I can't tell if you're a male or a female. If you're reading this, feel free to drop a comment and correct me. Then I will address you by the correct gender ok? Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya, after I pulled off my barbie doll's head, I kept the head and continued on combing the hair every now and then coz that particular barbie doll has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very nice&lt;/span&gt; hair. VERY NICE OKAY I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and sister insisted that I throw away the head together with the body but I refused to. I just threw the body away and kept the head &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(suddenly I feel so disturbed)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. but I think I threw the head eventually. Ok wait.. now I'm not so sure anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(OMG GOD PLEASE DON'T LET ME FIND THE HEAD. Let me live and think that I'm still sane T__T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt gave me a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt; barbie doll, together with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;TIARA&lt;/span&gt;. OMG I LOVE BARBIE DOLL'S TIARA. They're all so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delicate&lt;/span&gt; and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Szeg4vPlq3I/AAAAAAAAA70/GhdhS-Iop-g/s1600-h/goldenangelclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Szeg4vPlq3I/AAAAAAAAA70/GhdhS-Iop-g/s320/goldenangelclose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419977573178649458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;See see? So nice right? But I never got this barbie doll. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noticed that I bold the word "delicate" up there? Yeah, I broke the tiara in a few days after I got the barbie doll T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I was in depression for a while, even trying to fix the tiara with uhu glue and cellophane tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT I'M A GIRL AFTER ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love barbie dolls, even though our fate together are cursed &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(like romeo and juliet wuwuwu T__T)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those girls who always go to the barbie doll aisle in the supermarket and ogle at those pretty, pretty dolls up there.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; (giving my parents huge huge hints on the way but they always pretended that they didn't see me there HAIH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember once, there was this barbie doll collection, of barbie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRINCESSES&lt;/span&gt; around the world. PRINCESSES OKAY? GOT TIARAS 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Anyway, you can check them out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.designsbykristina.com/dotw.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, how I wanted that collection badly. But my dad didn't strike the lottery =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Danish princess is sooooo prettyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SzegdRP91iI/AAAAAAAAA7s/GmAE041ItUQ/s1600-h/danish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SzegdRP91iI/AAAAAAAAA7s/GmAE041ItUQ/s320/danish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419977101270701602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So pretty right? But never mind. Our fate together was never meant to be T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind la. No money no talk wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. At least I won't be depressed if I broke her tiara or pulled her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like playing with barbie dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and seeing a psychiatrist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-1147010252147181912?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1147010252147181912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=1147010252147181912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1147010252147181912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1147010252147181912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/12/babi-barbie.html' title='babi barbie'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Szeel_p-8nI/AAAAAAAAA7k/qxYv0S0YpqM/s72-c/ist2_7553803-shock-and-awe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7487330075854244205</id><published>2009-11-26T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:31:54.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f u</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, my &lt;a href="http://ohdirtyprettythings.blogspot.com/?zx=ff5113e72acb531a"&gt;ribena partner&lt;/a&gt; introduced to me a website, a website she guarantees me that I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah I really do love this website! It's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ragetoons &lt;/span&gt;and you can find read more bout it &lt;a href="http://ragetoons.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's basically like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.fmylife.com"&gt;fmylife.com&lt;/a&gt; but with pictures. It's something like a comic strip of fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favourites from what I've read so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_fuGNm2hI/AAAAAAAAA68/wisso5-PHfc/s1600/tumblr_krez6oCS6E1qzv0cvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_fuGNm2hI/AAAAAAAAA68/wisso5-PHfc/s400/tumblr_krez6oCS6E1qzv0cvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408787660529916434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_fgmWMVsI/AAAAAAAAA60/sTSzY7MHnjw/s1600/tumblr_kr2qz6WgNL1qzv0cvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_fgmWMVsI/AAAAAAAAA60/sTSzY7MHnjw/s400/tumblr_kr2qz6WgNL1qzv0cvo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408787428637693634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_f_e3ldNI/AAAAAAAAA7E/8jD_Ok-xIzM/s1600/tumblr_krhbg0YB521qzv0cvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_f_e3ldNI/AAAAAAAAA7E/8jD_Ok-xIzM/s400/tumblr_krhbg0YB521qzv0cvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408787959206212818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_gnTZDRCI/AAAAAAAAA7M/CWbaktzc3QA/s1600/tumblr_kr3tzoj9tv1qzv0cvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_gnTZDRCI/AAAAAAAAA7M/CWbaktzc3QA/s400/tumblr_kr3tzoj9tv1qzv0cvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408788643320120354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_iohm7B_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/iAq4qXykPlg/s1600/tumblr_kq2zkrNvbc1qzv0cvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_iohm7B_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/iAq4qXykPlg/s400/tumblr_kq2zkrNvbc1qzv0cvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408790863339522034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_hJikLWFI/AAAAAAAAA7U/zszJaiyXoV0/s1600/tumblr_kte99oFWIb1qzv0cvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_hJikLWFI/AAAAAAAAA7U/zszJaiyXoV0/s400/tumblr_kte99oFWIb1qzv0cvo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408789231508871250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website is definitely the right cure &lt;del&gt;when you &lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;have to study for your finals which is only a week away&lt;/del&gt; on those nights when you are bored of your usual routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMFG I'M BLOGGING AGAIN WHEN I'M SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING OMG OMG WTF WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peeps, pink bag will be away &lt;del&gt;again&lt;/del&gt; for a little while. After the finals, I'm gonna blog more often, promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the finals it's Penang, Penang, Penang all the way babeh for the entire month! Can't hardly wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and wish me luck. Namo amitabha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-7487330075854244205?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7487330075854244205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7487330075854244205&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7487330075854244205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7487330075854244205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/11/f-u.html' title='f u'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sw_fuGNm2hI/AAAAAAAAA68/wisso5-PHfc/s72-c/tumblr_krez6oCS6E1qzv0cvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-4994603677729851532</id><published>2009-10-31T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:48:35.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLno kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SuxbzqDWfYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/jZKFoKJjiD4/s1600-h/DSC00396%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SuxbzqDWfYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/jZKFoKJjiD4/s400/DSC00396%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398790996330184066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is why road accidents happen folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps. I just hate hello kitty.&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/4898813217578639433-4994603677729851532?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4994603677729851532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=4994603677729851532&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4994603677729851532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4994603677729851532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/10/hellno-kitty.html' title='HELLno kitty'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SuxbzqDWfYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/jZKFoKJjiD4/s72-c/DSC00396%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-436457767391106563</id><published>2009-10-18T23:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:28:37.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low battery</title><content type='html'>To me, the battery status of our handphone is like a device to test the strength of our heart. Why? Do you guys realized that at one moment when we check our phone, the battery will be half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SttFUT5KUnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/nAXLjHvdSJE/s1600-h/1466942782_945b742a98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SttFUT5KUnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/nAXLjHvdSJE/s400/1466942782_945b742a98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393981193946026610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is god telling us that life is okay...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then like two hours later, when we check our phone, the battery bar will be in this condition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SttFeZe469I/AAAAAAAAA6U/sWuoffBY7GI/s1600-h/inforn6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SttFeZe469I/AAAAAAAAA6U/sWuoffBY7GI/s400/inforn6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393981367245138898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 92px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-03.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WTF I TELL YOU. This situation is not fun at all. Especially if that happens at like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; and you're only going home at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 p.m&lt;/span&gt; and you have to drive for 30 minutes on the highway before you can reach your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what could be worse? You, not daring to turn off your handphone because if your mother is about to call you at anytime and if your handphone is switched off, she's gonna think you're the next &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/3/28/nation/3576598&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Canny Ong&lt;/a&gt; wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can be worse? While you have your handphone with little little battery left, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEOPLE CAN'T STOP CALLING YOU&lt;/span&gt;. Never mind right if they are your friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT ALRIGHT&lt;/span&gt; if the person who kept calling you spoke in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TAMIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asking for hsehfgejfhekfhke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF GOD WTF!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the state of emotion before indian fellow calls three times in a row asking for hsehfgejfhekfhke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moonlightbaycamping.com/graphics/calm_lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 262px;" src="http://www.moonlightbaycamping.com/graphics/calm_lake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the state of emotion &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; indian fellow calls three times in a row asking for hsehfgejfhekfhke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SttWlFON03I/AAAAAAAAA6c/giOvNrgRXOM/s1600-h/nuclear-explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SttWlFON03I/AAAAAAAAA6c/giOvNrgRXOM/s400/nuclear-explosion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394000173763253106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND WTF JENSON BUTTON IS THE NEW F1 WORLD CHAMPION WTF MY LIFE HAS NO MEANING ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" 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/4898813217578639433-436457767391106563?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/436457767391106563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=436457767391106563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/436457767391106563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/436457767391106563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/10/low-battery.html' title='low battery'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SttFUT5KUnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/nAXLjHvdSJE/s72-c/1466942782_945b742a98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8757640946034889630</id><published>2009-10-11T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:00:07.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bagtales is updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/StIAQlyRRrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-eacbyEZN6U/s1600-h/thumbs-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/StIAQlyRRrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-eacbyEZN6U/s400/thumbs-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391371988936771250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&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/4898813217578639433-8757640946034889630?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8757640946034889630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8757640946034889630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8757640946034889630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8757640946034889630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/StIAQlyRRrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-eacbyEZN6U/s72-c/thumbs-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5058710590664821443</id><published>2009-09-18T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:43:11.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no life update</title><content type='html'>Hello pomelo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I have gone back to the update-my-blog-once-in-a-blue-moon phase &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(also known as the might-as-well-not-update-phase)&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, college life has started to get busy again. Just handed in an assignment today, praying like a mad cow here hoping to get at least 10 marks for it. And this is 10/20 I'm talking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, pink bag is not an ambitious person. Getting at least half of the full marks is more than enough for me. So please god, have mercy on me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(by the way god, if you want to grant me more marks also can, i don't mind 1.. full marks also can wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes me make this update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... guilt. Yeah, people were saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Oi update your blog la pink bag."&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Might as well no need to blog la pink bag."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here to show you guys that I am, actually a dedicated blogger... and my mid term break has just started hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHICH MEANS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sosososososososososo glad for this holiday man~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm currently waiting for Hitler to finish her class and we're gonna head back to Penang! Yay! And in a few hours time, we're gonna jet off from this country! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, it's raining outside la. Really shouldn't have bathe just now. Kena rain just now when I got in, now I'll have to "shower" again later when my Hitler comes and fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, by the looks of the jam we faced just now, the journey back to Penang is gonna take at least 5 hours T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. Pink bag is here to make the day a brighter day &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(it's already night time la pink bag wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna entertain my Hitler from my passenger seat whether she likes it or not. Singing off key, telling her lame stories, jokes she doesn't even want to hear... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, I do not have to drive! Huhuhu thank you god finally I don't have to drive. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the air con here is too cold for my hand to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5058710590664821443?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5058710590664821443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5058710590664821443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5058710590664821443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5058710590664821443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-life-update.html' title='no life update'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5621817867103857916</id><published>2009-09-12T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:03:40.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vulgar kitty</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hitler&lt;/span&gt; and I went to AEON Bukit Tinggi to rot as usual. We decided to go into a souvenier shop there as I wanted to search for my beloved Kon-sama's plushie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, something caught my eye. Or rather, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Kitty&lt;/span&gt; lamp caught my eye. A very vulgar one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sqp4MNIDTXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zXBuPTYx7sk/s1600-h/Photo-0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sqp4MNIDTXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zXBuPTYx7sk/s320/Photo-0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380244855924673906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hello. My name is Hello Kitty. F**k you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who doesn't get what I'm trying to say, take a look at the following picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sqp5lTrub1I/AAAAAAAAA5c/YvxZTQ8a83U/s1600-h/Photo-00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sqp5lTrub1I/AAAAAAAAA5c/YvxZTQ8a83U/s320/Photo-00712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380246386693271378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;=O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are very slow out there and still don't get what I'm trying to say, the Hello Kitty in the picture is giving you her middle finger doinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But HAHAHAHAHAHA I tell you, this vulgar hello kitty made me laughed like a hyena for so long in that shop, accompanied by Hitler of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, be careful when you're getting gifts for your girfriend or she might get the wrong message hahaha and fathers and mothers alike, be careful as well when you're getting lamps for your young daughter as you do not want to teach your daughter general knowledge too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone is thinking of getting me this hello kitty lamp as a joke, imma break this lamp on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*** A reminder here. I don't like Hello Kitty. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESPISE&lt;/span&gt; Hello Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5621817867103857916?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5621817867103857916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5621817867103857916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5621817867103857916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5621817867103857916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/09/vulgar-kitty.html' title='vulgar kitty'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sqp4MNIDTXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zXBuPTYx7sk/s72-c/Photo-0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2527711143010779321</id><published>2009-09-01T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:19:52.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiro cake</title><content type='html'>Anyone remembers the Hiro cake??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sp1FPk-QSpI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Be-0Kbwg4Zw/s1600-h/IMG_2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sp1FPk-QSpI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Be-0Kbwg4Zw/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376529664075385490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were talking about our childhood food and then both of us realized that we don't see the Hiro cake around anymore! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(OH NOES!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then when we were staying with my late grandma, we would always buy &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(or rather my grandma would buy for us)&lt;/span&gt; this Hiro cake from the Indian rotiman. And boy, was the cake delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I really don't see them around anymore. So, pink bag is on a new mission. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mission to find this Hiro cake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched the Giant outlet near my college and it doesn't have it &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;and I don't think Tesco has it either. But it's okay. Perseverance is the key pink bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... hungry la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-2527711143010779321?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2527711143010779321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2527711143010779321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2527711143010779321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2527711143010779321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiro-cake.html' title='hiro cake'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sp1FPk-QSpI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Be-0Kbwg4Zw/s72-c/IMG_2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2438711414497200304</id><published>2009-08-27T03:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:34:58.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sial-ness continues</title><content type='html'>About an hour after doing the &lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-bag-and-three-days-of-sial-ness.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, I walked into the bathroom and jumped almost 5 inches high into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby left a little souvenier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SpWK2b4XNvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/H2EwnoniQlU/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SpWK2b4XNvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/H2EwnoniQlU/s400/DSC00285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374354398138283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought it's a cockroach and that's why I jumped so high and almost shrieked like a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I smelled something... something that smells like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA KILL YOU TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, he's toilet trained. That's why I can't do anything. It's just that he didn't complete his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna teach him to climb on top of the toilet bowl to pee/shit and flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-2438711414497200304?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2438711414497200304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2438711414497200304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2438711414497200304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2438711414497200304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/sial-ness-continues.html' title='sial-ness continues'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SpWK2b4XNvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/H2EwnoniQlU/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6436409700214714405</id><published>2009-08-27T00:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:03:45.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and three days of sial-ness</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester has started already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was late for my first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall entertain you all with the story of my three sial days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sial Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said, I was late for my class which starts at 8am. Before you say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Pink bag, wake up earlier can ar?"&lt;/span&gt;, I would like to clarify here that I estimated my time accordingly. It's school holiday now so the road was NOT SUPPOSED to be jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I think the people in KL got rich and bought cars during the 6 weeks I went back to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up... 15 minutes late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... or maybe 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other sial-ness happened on Monday? I can't seemed to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bathing at night and then suddenly the light went off. I was actually kinda brave back then as I thought I'll just finish bathing and go outside after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered it's the Hungry Ghost Month now. So cannot, cannot shower in the dark no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and then I shouted for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of Sial Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sial Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sial Day 2 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS DAMN EARLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my tutorial BUT my lecturer was not there yet AND pink bag didn't start cursing while she's waiting for her lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the darnest thing? She wasn't late. She changed the time of the class to 8.30am instead of 8am. No wonder I was damn early... pffft. Apparently, her lecturer announced bout the time change in class while pink bag was still driving on the road the day before =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot what else happened already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sial Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sial Day 3 started with me being late... again. I was at running out of the house and when I stood in front of the gate and pressed my remote control, I realized the remote control has ran out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. then I ran back to the house and took another remote control. But by then, Micky saw the wireman inside the house and got excited and refused to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta drag and force him to go outside and that took me bout 5 precious minutes. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of sial day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope this sial-ness doesn't continue for long because my freaking LLS result in coming out on this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye and sorry for this no-picture-post. Pictures couldn't load. (not bluffing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps. By the way, did anyone read &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/2009/08/gap-shopping-spree.html"&gt;Timothy Tiah&lt;/a&gt;'s blog? He got a RM 1000 voucher to go shopping at GAP. Damn jealous. Here I am, very happy receiving a RM10 voucher from Tesco wtf.&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/4898813217578639433-6436409700214714405?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6436409700214714405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=6436409700214714405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6436409700214714405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6436409700214714405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-bag-and-three-days-of-sial-ness.html' title='pink bag and three days of sial-ness'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-4076124545962176452</id><published>2009-08-21T23:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:46:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and missing UP part *angry*</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating my blog for a while. Bagtales just went away for a short vacation &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(lame excuse but it's pink bag. so it's okay).&lt;/span&gt; But everyone deserves a vacation or two sometimes, and so does bagtales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today I finally went to watch UP. I woke up thinking that it will be one of the happiest day of my life &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*big big starry eyes*&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(don't count that today is actually the day my results are coming out too hahaha&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; =.=&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/So7D3RsoQEI/AAAAAAAAA48/kLjudlLxSAM/s1600-h/up-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/So7D3RsoQEI/AAAAAAAAA48/kLjudlLxSAM/s320/up-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372446759910391874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Imma adopt Russell and bring him camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; in Taman Negara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then, GSC sucks I tell you. Or whoever that is responsible for what I'm going to tell you next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, in every Pixar movie, before the real movie begins, they will show you a short movie clip first right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They didn't show it&lt;/span&gt; when I went to watch UP today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*spoiler alert*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought the starting of the movie was the clip. You know, the part where they showed how the young Mr. Fredricksen met his wife and all. Yala stupid me. When I realized that the boy was actually the young Mr. Fredricksen, it was a total moment of despair man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I felt stupid for not realizing that it was the young Mr. Fredricksen and then the young girl that was sitting behind me knew. ( I think she's about 5 years old, judging from her voice =.=lll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I feel CHEATED. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEATED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHEATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CHEATED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed right now that I feel like throwing pots and pans at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*breathes in breathes out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like one of the most awaited movie of the year for me okay....How could they do this to me~~~~??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T______T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows any great lawyers that are willing to work for free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... or can anyone tell me that the short movie sucked so that I can feel a lot better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;*narrow minded but wtf I'm an angry desperate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; woman*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-4076124545962176452?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4076124545962176452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=4076124545962176452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4076124545962176452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4076124545962176452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-bag-and-missing-up-part-angry.html' title='pink bag and missing UP part *angry*'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/So7D3RsoQEI/AAAAAAAAA48/kLjudlLxSAM/s72-c/up-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-4087278167814428957</id><published>2009-08-14T00:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:01:03.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag, shitty time table and geisha</title><content type='html'>I tell you.. I TELL YOU.... My time table for next semester is like shit. Literally like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SoRDmBQHA2I/AAAAAAAAA40/9cuAMfJs9B4/s1600-h/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SoRDmBQHA2I/AAAAAAAAA40/9cuAMfJs9B4/s400/shit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369490976182567778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday ----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQSAUCE what is this???!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO 8 AM CLASS IN A ROW????!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO, DUA, NOR, RENNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, I might have classes for 5 days per week, if I am going take 5 subjects this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Breathes in, breathes out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait ar... wait ar.... I need to go and scream for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, now where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my shitty time table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!~~~~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I don't feel like going back to college. A few weeks ago, I was so dreading to go back to college and Klang, giving myself all sorts of reasons like Klang has no rain, Klang's air gives me pimples, Klang's air makes me shorter... well you know, all that shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, last week when I went back to Klang, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(yes, I went back to Kland during my semester break OMG!)&lt;/span&gt; and when I saw my niece and nephew and started playing with them, suddenly, Klang is like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I went to the Setia Alam's pasar malam and created more miracles there when I bought all those yummy yummy food, I thought, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Hey, maybe Klang is not that bad after all!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that pasar malam's yummy and extra thick chocolate thick bubble milk tea ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*floats 3 inches off the ground*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW!!! After looking at my time table, I refuse to go back!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO, NO, NO!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*chains myself to a tree and becomes a tree hugger*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(and going off topic also wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... when I was fetching my brother from his tuition just now, I thought, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Damn, I'm gonna miss my life here in Penang"&lt;/span&gt;. You know, pairing my brother up with random girls from his tuition centre, be it the tall chinese girl or that indian girl who comes in a motorbike.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(pink bag is not picky...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I'm gonna miss my life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn I tell you, I'm having so much pimples recently that I've been putting on so much pimple cream on my face &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(pimple cream is on sale, no joke)&lt;/span&gt;. Now, as I'm typing this, I have so much pimple cream on my face that I think I look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SoRDfiM9JMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/dVcyhrD63LI/s1600-h/memoirs_of_a_geisha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SoRDfiM9JMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/dVcyhrD63LI/s400/memoirs_of_a_geisha1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369490864768623810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... it seems that I'm getting more and more unlucky as the day goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SoRDEHxpAtI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mfz-7bCqfdY/s1600-h/memoirs_of_a_geisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SoRDEHxpAtI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mfz-7bCqfdY/s400/memoirs_of_a_geisha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369490393818268370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-4087278167814428957?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4087278167814428957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=4087278167814428957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4087278167814428957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4087278167814428957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-bag-shitty-time-table-and-geisha.html' title='pink bag, shitty time table and geisha'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SoRDmBQHA2I/AAAAAAAAA40/9cuAMfJs9B4/s72-c/shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-456382538659947740</id><published>2009-08-06T02:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:13:58.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and xbox 360 games</title><content type='html'>Today, being a good sister that she is, pink bag brought her brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monyet &lt;/span&gt;to get the latest Xbox 360 games that he wanted. To be precise, the Xbox 360 game for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnnMPwWpPPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-Z4u6SYzhLU/s1600-h/360Transformers2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnnMPwWpPPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-Z4u6SYzhLU/s320/360Transformers2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366545002038639858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Macho man all startled on the cover of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay truth to be told, he wanted the game a long long time ago when I told him that I saw the game in Klang. And that was like about a month ago hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you can say pink bag is evil as she made her brother waited for a month and etc, well, ....err actually I don't know what I was doing for the past three weeks also hahaha. And he didn't complain about it also ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I got a good reason for this. He was having his exams a week ago! There! I am not a bad sister after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. I am a bad sister &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And since I've already confessed this, I might as well make another confession. Just read the conversation between Monyet and pink bag below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pink bag: Ei the Transformers 2 game for Xbox 360 is out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monyet: Really?? AAaahhhh I want it I want it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pink bag: Ala.. how can you say you want it, you haven't even finished playing the first game yet also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monyet: Oh... ya hor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went and finish the game in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooppsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good boy that he is, he finished the game after he did his homework and everything. So, it's not like I'm a bad influence or anything like that...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*in denial*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monyet&lt;/span&gt; started playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being a supportive sister, I sat aside and watched my brother play. It's not like I love watching people playing games especially those that involved a lot fights &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my brother started playing the game, he went to check out the controls for the console for this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnnH6tlAyhI/AAAAAAAAA30/ri7k1aotonE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnnH6tlAyhI/AAAAAAAAA30/ri7k1aotonE/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366540242469833234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing it, he went, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Oh.."&lt;/span&gt; while I went, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"WTF WAS THAT?!!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I didn't say it out loud in order to protect my image. I just kept quiet and nodded to make it seem like I understood all of it too hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he played, I noticed.. holy shit! The graphic for this game is indeed very awesome! It's totally awesome possum just like those pictures I've seen on the internet, such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnnJZVXd6jI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6OBmhZgRELI/s1600-h/combaticon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnnJZVXd6jI/AAAAAAAAA4E/6OBmhZgRELI/s320/combaticon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366541868058143282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is the real deal, no joke folks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it started to get into me. Hey maybe, I can play this game too. As they say, skills grow with time and it's been a while since I played an Xbox 360 game. Maybe, miraculously my skills have expanded. Even if my skills haven't expanded, it's time to turn them Transformers suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Monyet if I can play, and then hesistantly, he passed me the console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... I crashed an Autobot plane into a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but!!! Those "accidents" did nothing to the health of the Autobot I swear! Unlike in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;, Remy dies if you make him fall from a building. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(well isn't that obvious pink bag?!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this game rocks in this sense. So does the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Spiderman 3 game.&lt;/span&gt; Spiderman won't die even after he hits the wall for the 153636374764th time. Spidey rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister claims that Spidey didn't die because the creator for the game did not foresee that anyone could make Spidey hit the wall when he swings. Well, they were wrong. There's always pink bag around to make miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I have another confession to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(pink bag is  in a confessing mood today)&lt;/span&gt; : I suck in playing the Xbox 360 games. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(this is a secret huhuhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as usual, my brother couldn't stand the torment of seeing how someone could suck so badly in playing an Xbox 360 game, he asked for the console back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...  I guess I shall go back to being a spectator and start shouting&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; "Ah!! Ah!! There's the bad guy over there!!"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Shoot shoot shoot!!!"&lt;/span&gt; all that shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps. Optimus Prime is so boring in this game just like in the movie, going on and on about his falsfah. *yawn* &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/4898813217578639433-456382538659947740?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/456382538659947740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=456382538659947740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/456382538659947740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/456382538659947740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-bag-and-xbox-360-games.html' title='pink bag and xbox 360 games'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnnMPwWpPPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-Z4u6SYzhLU/s72-c/360Transformers2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7329500834391830319</id><published>2009-08-02T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:57:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and bang</title><content type='html'>Pink bag started off her August with a bang. Literally, with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I banged into another car while I was driving my mother's Waja. Well pink bag doesn't have a car here as she didn't drive back to Penang this time. So usually I'll just drive my mother's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was no exception. It was raining and I was driving along Scotland Road while I was on my way to my friend's house. I wanted to switch to the inner lane as I thought I'll get into the left junction easier later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was slowing down and looking at my rear view mirror at the same time, to my horror, suddenly I saw the car in front of mine came to a sudden stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I was thinking,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "SHIT SHIT SHIT I CAN'T STOP IN TIME!!! I CAN'T STOP IN TIME!!!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mentioned that it wasn't a small collision? The impact wasn't that small. But to my relief, I saw the damage on the car in front wasn't that bad. Only scratches here and there. BUT I KNOW, my car will be far worse. And I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came down to look, I saw the front bumper on the left came off. Haih fml fml.. But luckily, the lights weren't broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnRx7eKXcdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/yNQmKb_-Noc/s1600-h/SP_A0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnRx7eKXcdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/yNQmKb_-Noc/s320/SP_A0370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365038322627867090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ouch. Good job pink bag... good job. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shaken up at that time that I couldn't even managed to find the emergency lights button in the car. So I followed the car in front, I switched on my indicator lights instead haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why oh why must it be that a smaller car will be the one banging a bigger car every time? I banged into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toyota Altis&lt;/span&gt;. Haih FML again. My sister asked me, why I so clever go and select Altis to bang into. Sigh, how I wished that I've banged into a Kancil or some old car also la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone's interested, the one driving the Altis wasn't a hot guy. It was a 30-something year old woman with a kid. So no hot guy coming down from a hot car and cinta berputik from the accident all that shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, when I came down, I noticed the bumper of the Toyota Altis has a crack line. I knew at that time my life is over. FML &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T____________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my mum and told her about the accident and praying to all the gods available at the same time that she won't kill me, and to my relief, she was very calm and she told me she will be right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking down my particulars, the lady asked me to follow her to a workshop and my mum met us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the mechanic told us that the whole new bumper of the Altis would cost over RM 1000 and I swear right then and there, my heart fell into my stomach.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/R9DhsLXBPEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/x4wule1QqAU/s320/stomach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/R9DhsLXBPEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/x4wule1QqAU/s320/stomach1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-potong-steam-post-ii.html"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yeah, my heart fell into my stomach again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later on, the mechanic said that he would do some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; repair and it will costs RM 480 only instead. Haih, much better. But still, it ain't a small amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mother's car repair would be over RM 300. So I counted it would be over RM 800 in total. FML FML....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is, both my parents aren't mad at me. My dad did nagged me a little while my mum wasn't angry at all. And this made me feel so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my sister would my parents let me pay for the repair, and my sister said that's impossible. I knew she would say that. But even if my parents can pay for the cost of the repair, it just doensn't feel good. It's not about the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so bad over this. Even my sister isn't mad at me. She said it's normal as when your drive you will tend to hit stuff. Haha wth. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Tend to hit stuff"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is this the season for accidents? First, it was my cousin, &lt;a href="http://ohnooy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spidey&lt;/a&gt; who had a terrible accident in Malacca that his whole car turned turtle. And then last week, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Genghis Khan&lt;/span&gt;'s car was hit my a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 tonne &lt;/span&gt;lorry. Nasty accident also. And then today I banged into someone else's car. In fact, I read in &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-streak-of-bad-luck.html"&gt;Timothy Tiah's blog&lt;/a&gt; that he met with an accident recently also. Haih.. the more the merrier la I guess... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there were some days that you wished that you could just dig a hole and bury your head in the sand and never come out? Well today I feel the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2023759/ostrich_head_in_ground_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 284px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2023759/ostrich_head_in_ground_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-7329500834391830319?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7329500834391830319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7329500834391830319&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7329500834391830319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7329500834391830319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-bag-and-bang.html' title='pink bag and bang'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnRx7eKXcdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/yNQmKb_-Noc/s72-c/SP_A0370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8671654932564775942</id><published>2009-07-29T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:20:59.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and her torturing couch potato life</title><content type='html'>As some of my friends would know, I got my wisdom teeth extracted yesterday. And pink bag got through it all, without any tears! Ain't pink bag a hero??!! But truth to be told, the injections hurt more than the surgery itself as I was injected &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; times. But since pink bag is a coward, it's okay. The more sedatives given, the better.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (unless I O.D. and then Usher will have to come and sing at my memorial service).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the after math of the surgery ain't that nice. For one thing, I can't chew. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(WTH PINK BAG??!! This is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORLD CATASTROPHE&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so I have to take porridge for these few days. No choice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And damn, why must my brother want to eat KFC on the day that I extract my wisdom teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So poor poor pink bag has to look at her brother enjoying every bit of the chicken while she salivates at the side, and telling people it's okay, porridge is good too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(as you can see, pink bag is a very bad liar =.=)&lt;/span&gt; But it seems like the more I am forbidden to take those nice, nice tasty food, the more I want to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to eat KFC, and then when I look at McD's new mcvalue lunch sets in the newspaper, I want to eat nuggets. When my brother bought home some fried fishballs from his school today, I want to eat them too. And then, suddenly I want to eat chicken rice. I know it's unreasonable that I want to eat these kind of food when I can't chew. Sigh, wth la.. the next thing you know, I'll tell you I want to eat sugar cane la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after the surgery, today I woke up with the left side of my face swollen. So now, I look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnAgZAb6JcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WE7AL-rQ65E/s1600-h/jigglypuff02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnAgZAb6JcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WE7AL-rQ65E/s320/jigglypuff02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363822770184136130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... but much, much uglier than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result from this, I have to stay at home for these few days. Thus, I will now officially start my couch potato life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start of this idle life, I can now sapu the rest of the episodes of Full Metal Alchemist, which &lt;a href="http://zzz-xiang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zhi Xiang&lt;/a&gt; has kindly lent me the dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBdV5t-0CI/AAAAAAAAA3M/R3DooNm471c/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBdV5t-0CI/AAAAAAAAA3M/R3DooNm471c/s320/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363889787050577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a good anime. Nice ending song &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(the first ending: Kesenai Tsumi)&lt;/span&gt;, and it has very nice background music too! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Kyoudai is one of the best ones)&lt;/span&gt; But what I love about this anime is the deeper meaning in the storyline and how dark it is sometimes. And shit, I only have 2 discs left. I can easily finished them off tonight... but I don't want toooooo!!! I want more of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBYZd5ZavI/AAAAAAAAA20/hpRSclU_Nys/s1600-h/full_metal_alchemist___03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBYZd5ZavI/AAAAAAAAA20/hpRSclU_Nys/s320/full_metal_alchemist___03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363884350743603954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Oooh look at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;. All badass and nasty &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(why you so lame 1 pink bag?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al's my favourite character in this anime. He's just soooo cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(not the armour is cute ok? I meant the voice. But ok la.., I guess he's cute overall with his armour. Later you people accuse me of judging people by its cover =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I especially love it when his face goes all stupid like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBX4vladLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/I-p4zlu0KzM/s1600-h/patch_alphonse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBX4vladLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/I-p4zlu0KzM/s320/patch_alphonse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363883788555941042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! Isn't he cute in this face? Come come, let me polish you and make you all clean and shiny. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(stop being this lame pink bag!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'm done with Full Metal, I'm gonna go to the next anime which I bought about a month ago in AEON Bukit Tinggi. Guess what they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBf9M4gF-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/3M2yxfD0H8M/s1600-h/DSC00264_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnBf9M4gF-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/3M2yxfD0H8M/s320/DSC00264_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363892661233129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng~ It's Rurouni Kenshin and Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're real cheap ok? Rurouni Kenshin is RM 45.90 and Death Note is only RM 29.90. Damn cheap right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Okay here's the deal. If you know anywhere that sells original anime dvds cheaper than this, don't tell pink bag or she'll turn suicidal. But then.. maybe you can tell me like two weeks later or so hahahahahhaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Rurouni Kenshin was my long lost love back when I was 13 or somewhere around that age. But due to pink bag's sleeping pattern, she missed a few of the episodes shown on TV &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then and then!! I'm gonna get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt; from Wai Yan this weekend! Yay!!~ Next, I have my half watched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;season 2 of Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;! Yay!!~ Now I even have time to catch up on my reading too! I'm already halfway through&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Can You Keep A Secret?&lt;/span&gt; and I have to go and get &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tuesday With Morrie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... and I have to go find the missing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Ghost Whisperer Season 4 &lt;/span&gt;dvd or my sister's gonna kill me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=lll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8671654932564775942?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8671654932564775942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8671654932564775942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8671654932564775942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8671654932564775942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-her-torturing-couch-potato.html' title='pink bag and her torturing couch potato life'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SnAgZAb6JcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WE7AL-rQ65E/s72-c/jigglypuff02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-9174865825395978792</id><published>2009-07-27T02:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:35:39.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and hormone imbalance</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been listening to Adam Lambert's songs everyday before I sleep again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(please don't click the X button just yet you people =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of my close friends would know, I've been a fan of Adam Lambert since the Top 13. So for the past few months, I've been watching American Idol season 8 religiously, even thinking of back-up plans in case my house suffered any electric blackouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; everyday I would humour my friends with tales of Adam Lambert in college, much to their horror and to my dismay&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&gt;=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made my friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Leanna&lt;/span&gt;, to watch American Idol so that she can give me reports beforehand as she has Astro and get to watch it a day before me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (She's someone who doesn't watch this kind of shows but she watched it for ME (and for Kris Allen also wtf). Yes Leanna, if you're reading this, don't kembang like a hot air balloon ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I even declared to my friends that pink bag sudah dilamun cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at him, complete with his nicely styled hair and black eye liners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy1txTfgRI/AAAAAAAAA2U/FO3nGaqXukY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy1txTfgRI/AAAAAAAAA2U/FO3nGaqXukY/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362861054225252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his SMILE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy0db15AvI/AAAAAAAAA2M/NW-h3mPZZvs/s1600-h/0_%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy0db15AvI/AAAAAAAAA2M/NW-h3mPZZvs/s400/0_%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362859674074415858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy0IDGcJwI/AAAAAAAAA18/Kzki7aFfn1U/s1600-h/4432_84798498650_82805678650_1969651_717871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy0IDGcJwI/AAAAAAAAA18/Kzki7aFfn1U/s400/4432_84798498650_82805678650_1969651_717871_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362859306655688450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's more, he has a TATTOO on his wrist. Definetely a lot of extra points from there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy27XKSNZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/IyD_u03pHSs/s1600-h/ADAM-LAMBERT-SEXY-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy27XKSNZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/IyD_u03pHSs/s400/ADAM-LAMBERT-SEXY-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362862387237107090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And and!!!! When he spiked up his hair....!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOLY COW&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*nose bleed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy0BFKeWxI/AAAAAAAAA10/NTlCcKRxHfw/s1600-h/0_%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy0BFKeWxI/AAAAAAAAA10/NTlCcKRxHfw/s400/0_%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362859186950396690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lucky bitch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*jealous*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my favourite picture of him &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyyWDdy-1I/AAAAAAAAA1s/rp7GVQQAm1g/s1600-h/491px-Heart_left-highlight_jon_01.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 27px; height: 25px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyyWDdy-1I/AAAAAAAAA1s/rp7GVQQAm1g/s200/491px-Heart_left-highlight_jon_01.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362857348248566610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmywhecNfDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zNJmA8b0ZZs/s1600-h/adam-lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmywhecNfDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zNJmA8b0ZZs/s400/adam-lambert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362855345444977714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I didn't like him just for his looks alone. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; his voice. I knew he's someone to watch out for when I saw him singing Cher's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt; in the Hollywood rounds.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (sorry, pink bag doesn't like to watch auditions as she thinks it's a waste of time. so pink bag missed her baby's audition T___________T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his vocal best in his performance of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Beth"&lt;/span&gt; during the Finale Results Show. Sigh, when I watched his performance, I melted away, like a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Beth" song by Adam Lambert. Maybe I should change my name to Beth. Oh Oh! I know, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINK BETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Haha! Haha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(lameness getting out of control here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Tc2Tsdj1-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Tc2Tsdj1-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, you see reality sucks. Kris Allen has to go and win the title. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn @#%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;#^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;$#^&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, whenever I hear Kris Allen's version of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No Boundaries&lt;/span&gt; on the radio, I will still get angry and would switch to another radio station. Hahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Adam Lambert's version of No Boundaries is sosososoososoososoososososooso much better ok? You can feel the emotion and passion in his version. And it has a more rock feel to it too hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I know, pink bag always say that she hates guys who paint their nails and Adam Lambert does it. But it's okay, it's Adam Lambert. He can do it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(so can Joel Madden from Good Charlotte, my long lost love back in 2005. wtf pink bag, you got no prinsip 1 ah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once on TV, Adam Lambert said something &lt;del&gt;lame&lt;/del&gt; funny... and this is how the conversation between Wai Yan and I went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pink bag: Aww.. look at him so funny. He is so funny... *doing the very geli teenage girl giggles =.=*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;--------- hey this emoticon looks like it has a flower clipped on its side! (damn... i am getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;very very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wai Yan: Where got funny? You don't be blinded by love la you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am blinded by love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT WHY MUST HE GO AND BREAK MY HEART AND BE GAY???!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyxjAt67pI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0Hxpli731Lw/s1600-h/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 69px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyxjAt67pI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0Hxpli731Lw/s200/broken-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362856471337561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyxjAt67pI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0Hxpli731Lw/s1600-h/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 69px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyxjAt67pI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0Hxpli731Lw/s200/broken-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362856471337561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyxjAt67pI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0Hxpli731Lw/s1600-h/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 69px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmyxjAt67pI/AAAAAAAAA1k/0Hxpli731Lw/s200/broken-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362856471337561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people please don't spam me with pictures of him kissing another guy or dressing up as a drag. Pink bag has seen them all and has been going to counseling sessions for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;****this post is done largely due to the hormone imbalance in pink bag and pink bag also has a lot of pimples now thanks to this T________T&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/4898813217578639433-9174865825395978792?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9174865825395978792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=9174865825395978792&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9174865825395978792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9174865825395978792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-hormone-imbalance.html' title='pink bag and hormone imbalance'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Smy1txTfgRI/AAAAAAAAA2U/FO3nGaqXukY/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-9188685568419204508</id><published>2009-07-21T00:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:11:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and status change in facebook</title><content type='html'>People sign up for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; for various reasons. Some sign up to connect with friends while some sign up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypo&lt;/span&gt; purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's one application in facebook that serves those people who use facebook to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypo&lt;/span&gt; very well: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the relationship status change update&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you who have facebook have realized that whenever a friend of yours in facebook changes his/her status, you will be nortified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX is no longer listed as single, XXX is in a relationship, XXX is in a relatinship with YYY, XXX has broken up with YYY, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Oooohh aren't all of my XXX and YYY above confusing you? Hahahahaha!!!!~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I noticed that some people hide their status in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call them geniuses. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all, nobody will know if he/she is in a relationship or has ended their relationship. Then people won't go around and say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"OMG have you seen facebook? XXX is in a relationship!"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Wei wei wei.. XXX has broken up with his/her bf/gf!!! How I know? Facebook la..."&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, you don't announce to the whole world that you're in a relationship or have ended your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, by hiding your relationship status, your bf/gf won't be mad at you for insulting him/her by not changing your status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aren't they just geniuses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, pink bag decided that she wants to be a genius too and is going to hide her status as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, as it turns out, pink bag is not meant to be a genius after all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink bag has forgotten to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmSd5yBRyxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kERNKwLXrGY/s1600-h/status.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmSd5yBRyxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kERNKwLXrGY/s400/status.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360583072482970386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten to untick the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"nortify everyone on your change in relationship status" &lt;/span&gt;part. Okay fine, I lied. I didn't know that there is such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, while I clicked on facebook to hide my status and happily thinking that I'm going to be a genius, disaster struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came out: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Pink bag is no longer listed as single will appear in the newsfeed" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(or something along that line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it appeared on my friends newsfeed and some of them thought I was in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah yeah... laugh all you want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is pink bag so stupid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OHMYGAWD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T_________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 58px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-21.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 58px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-21.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 58px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-21.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you all will know why if pink bag remains single forever and ended up as an old spinster who keeps a lot of cats even though she hates cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, I told some of my "good" friends about this today and they laughed at me and remarked that what I was going to do backfired. As if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know that it backfired &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, now I know who my true friends are and I think I should join the MCA's Cupid's Club soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. Do you know a guy killed his ex-wife-to-be just because she changed her facebook status? You can read on this interesting news&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/london/7676285.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-9188685568419204508?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9188685568419204508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=9188685568419204508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9188685568419204508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9188685568419204508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-status-change-in-facebook.html' title='pink bag and status change in facebook'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SmSd5yBRyxI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kERNKwLXrGY/s72-c/status.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2641609230475179816</id><published>2009-07-16T01:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:56:52.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and blue oldies</title><content type='html'>No thanks to &lt;a href="http://aliciaaaaaa.blogspot.com/?zx=2550c3b86bed43ff"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;, I'm now hooked on the song &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Make Me Wanna&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;. Once I heard her ringtone in my car, I'm way beyond help anymore &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video for those who can't remember how the song is like because it's been so long already.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah this song is so old already that they should play it in the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIr8Odsqxn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIr8Odsqxn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love this song so so much back then when I was in form 2 (or somewhere around there). In short, when I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;younger &lt;/span&gt;and in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(now I feel like I belong in the museum too =.=)&lt;/span&gt;. I still remember vividly, I will get all excited if I hear this song playing on the radio in the car when my mum was fetching me to/from school. Yeah me and my teen hormones OH MY GAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember a friend of mine who told me that she refused to get down from the car after she reached the school because the radio was playing one of Blue's song. HAHAHAHA. Shall I reveal who that person is? Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your info, I wasn't a fan of the band Blue. I always feel that they are a bit snobbish to my liking &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(getting a bit psycho here.. but never mind)&lt;/span&gt; However there are a few songs from them which I love besides You Make Me Wanna, and one of them is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best In Me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my favourite Blue songs, but I don't know why for some reason, this song was not as popular as their other songs&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; =[&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(not that pink bag has no taste in music ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the video of Best In Me for those who haven't heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYMVEUj9rFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYMVEUj9rFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;I think it's enough of self-humiliation here. And for your info, my favourite member of Blue is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Duncan&lt;/span&gt; hee hee hee&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; *teenage girl giggles wtf* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really should stop now before I embarass myself even further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-2641609230475179816?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2641609230475179816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2641609230475179816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2641609230475179816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2641609230475179816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-blue-oldies.html' title='pink bag and blue oldies'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5795469599540483999</id><published>2009-07-13T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:30:07.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and victory</title><content type='html'>I've made it!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE MADE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies-23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies-23.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies-23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies-23.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies-23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smilies-23.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, at 11.01 pm, pink bag made history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my &lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-very-stupid-addictive-game.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, on &lt;a href="http://www.eyezmaze.com/grow/cube/"&gt;grow cube&lt;/a&gt;? Well just now, at 11.01 pm, pink bag finally achieved maximum level for all of the stuffs babeh!!! ALL OF THEM. Finally... after &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SltMqztfm2I/AAAAAAAAA1E/caTZuKHXA1E/s1600-h/victory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SltMqztfm2I/AAAAAAAAA1E/caTZuKHXA1E/s400/victory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960480006576994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Can you see the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG BIG&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt;" word in the picture?? And the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lev. MAX&lt;/span&gt;" word for all of the stuffs? (even if you cannot see please say you can see okay and not potong steam me T.T Let me happy for a while la... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah.. I took 2 days. But it's okay... pink bag accepts her level of intelligence (which obviously is not high wtf). So don't come and jeer me and say I suck okay... A person can only take so much of a torment. Later I become suicidal how huh? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. now I shall go do other more important stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;PS. Wooo... pink bag's life is getting more and more busy d.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Huhuhu...~ (in denial wtf)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye bye!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5795469599540483999?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5795469599540483999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5795469599540483999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5795469599540483999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5795469599540483999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-victory.html' title='pink bag and victory'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SltMqztfm2I/AAAAAAAAA1E/caTZuKHXA1E/s72-c/victory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6166861409884485042</id><published>2009-07-12T13:50:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:10:09.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and a very stupid addictive game (again)</title><content type='html'>As you know, pink bag loves playing games. But for some reason, most of the games are kinda stupid.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Here goes my image &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as stupid as they are, hell they are addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can remember, pink bag has posted some of her stupid addictive games here before such as the &lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2007/09/rabbits-and-bells.html"&gt;rabbit and bells game&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/game-on.html"&gt;airport mania and co.&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-bag-and-balls-and-old-songs.html"&gt; chain rxn &lt;/a&gt;on facebook. (yes, pink bag plays lame games and she has no life. save me please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, pink bag's brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monyet&lt;/span&gt;, introduced a new &lt;del&gt;treasure&lt;/del&gt; game to me. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.eyezmaze.com/grow/cube/"&gt;Grow Cube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept is pretty simple. You have to make a cube grow by clicking on the stuffs on the panels (such as the fire, human... etc). The stuffs there are inter related as some stuffs will make the other one grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SlnlVMmyV6I/AAAAAAAAA00/6V4QBPf3Qxw/s1600-h/cube4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SlnlVMmyV6I/AAAAAAAAA00/6V4QBPf3Qxw/s400/cube4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357565384057837474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pink bag loves stating the obvious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to make all the stuffs reach the maximum level, which I've failed to do so YET. Patience pink bag... patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this game is not as dumb as you think it is as you have to figure out how the stuffs are related to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted the whole night yesterday  playing this game until 5 a.m. trying to figure them out. Yep, so now my brain is as dry as a raisin. (And I've just revealed that I'm stupid. godpleaseincreasethelevelofmyintelligenceibegyou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But BUT!!! I almost managed to achieve the maximum level for all of the stuffs.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Slnlb06ydnI/AAAAAAAAA08/XWU3mOZcsuA/s1600-h/CUBE5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Slnlb06ydnI/AAAAAAAAA08/XWU3mOZcsuA/s400/CUBE5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357565497958364786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"jeng jeng jeng"&lt;/span&gt; is not for the pot ok. It's for the whole game =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it seems like I've gotten worse and worse &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this game is a bit similiar to the game &lt;a href="http://kahwhai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kah Whai&lt;/a&gt; introduced to me a few years ago. (which I've forgotten the name because the website is all in Japanese. But pink bag managed to reach the maximum level for all of the stuffs there man... even though it's in Japanese. Now ain't pink bag great huh? Huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and &lt;del&gt;play this game to prove that I'm not stupid &lt;/del&gt;fight for my country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PS. Doesn't the music in this game makes you go all happy? Or I'm just high on coke again wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-6166861409884485042?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6166861409884485042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=6166861409884485042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6166861409884485042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6166861409884485042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-very-stupid-addictive-game.html' title='pink bag and a very stupid addictive game (again)'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SlnlVMmyV6I/AAAAAAAAA00/6V4QBPf3Qxw/s72-c/cube4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-302369070995247089</id><published>2009-07-11T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:41:58.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and friendster</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, while I was supposed to be studying for my final exam, I was distracted by something else "more important". Okay, by "more important" here it means that these things shouldn't be done at all when you're studying &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(for eg. trimming your nails, talking to your dog and talk back to yourself on his behalf, etc...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days ago, I got bored of studying and was thinking if I should be doing more important stuffs than studying such as saving the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I decided, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Hey, why not I go and reactivate my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt; account? It's been dead for ages already...yeah yeah I think I should."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But logging into my account was not an easy peasy job. It took me sooo much effort that I think I should be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I forgot which email that I've used for friendster. Then, I forgot my password. So in order to find the correct combination of both my email and password, it took sooo much time to figure them out ok? But it's okay, there's a lot of time to spare. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(wtf pink bag stop lying to yourself. At that time you only have a few hours left to study a whole book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, I finally managed to log into my account. Hallelujah!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... I got lost in the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main page looked so alien to me. But never mind, since pink bag is busy people, she's not bothered to learn about the new home page layout. So straight she went to her profile page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, looking back at my profile page made me laughed. Why? I'll show you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SleKE-o_46I/AAAAAAAAAzs/wBirsyrUam4/s1600-h/profilepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SleKE-o_46I/AAAAAAAAAzs/wBirsyrUam4/s400/profilepic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356902099919561634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, look at me, all pretty with a pink flower clipped on my ear. Hahaha it's actually a picture of Kon from Bleach. If I remembered correctly, this picture hasn't been changed for at least 3 years hahahahaha. Yeah, I think it's been about a year that I didn't log into my friendster account before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my name in friendster is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink bag&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I scrolled down, I realized that I used to have a blog in friendster. After I clicked on the link, I ended up reading all my posts &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malu sial&lt;/span&gt; okay when I read them. All my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kisah silam&lt;/span&gt;. Holy cow, luckily I've switched to blogger hahahhahaha. Those posts should not be brought up ever again thankyouverymuch hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I went further down my profile page, I read on what I wrote for the information part. I think I haven't updated this part for about two or three years already also. Hahahaha. But looking back on what I wrote for this part made me realized that I haven't changed that much after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SleLQX4nAXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rcOfstAmbuM/s1600-h/info.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 467px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SleLQX4nAXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rcOfstAmbuM/s400/info.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356903395186114930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I've reached the bottom of the page, I realized that I've totally forgotten that we can embed a song down there with &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;imeem&lt;/a&gt;. And you know what's the funny part? I can't seem to remember what song that I've chose for my friendster page. So I have no choice but to wait for the song to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what song it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JENG&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; JENG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JENG!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;........ Jenny &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; The Click Five. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(don't you just love how those &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng&lt;/span&gt; got bigger and bigger? hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this really proves how long I haven't log into my friendster account or updated my page. Damn, when was the last time I heard this song on the radio??! But back then, this song totally rocks my socks okay... Everyday also must listen to this song and sing,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "First you say you won't, then you say you will..."&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, I think I should stop singing now before I embarass myself even further &lt;del&gt;and reveal my age.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I ended up reading all my testimonials from my friends. All 266 of them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(yeah it's very little compared to others. I have no life I know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reading them really made me laughed. Most of them are sooo funny and it made me reminisence of all the good times that I had. Be it a testimonial from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yi Min&lt;/span&gt; that told me that I got 2 demerits for arrviving late for school to a score board of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;speckyz- 2 pinkbag-2&lt;/span&gt;. And you know what's the funny thing? I can't remember for what purpose that I keep this score with Yi Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, I have forgotten bout the demerit thing until I read my testimonial. I tell you I damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malang&lt;/span&gt; okay..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. I never get demerit in school before okay, up until to form 5. My record is clean. True story. Hohoho. Yeah even I can't believe it. Somehow I always managed to get away from getting demerits. If you wanna know how, contact pink bag and I'll teach you okay hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............wtf, I've forgotten when or why I was late for school for that made me get those 2 demerits. Okay fine, I admit, I am always late for school but I always have traffic warden friends that will open the gate for me or I'll wait in the car outside of my school with my friends who are late also. Yeah, we'll form a line of cars outside the school for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V.I.P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(the canteen aunty)&lt;/span&gt; to arrive to open the gate for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I get those 2 demerits? I really can't remember. My guess is that my traffic warden friends have retired and those new, extra hardworking traffic wardens wrote my name. Curse him/her. You know why? Because according to the testimonial, I only have 12 schooling days left. Yes, FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I didn't tell you how I learned that I got those 2 demerits. The discipline teacher came to my class and announced my name and told me that I got 2 demerits for arriving late. WTF RIGHT??!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo talking about this makes me so angry. I should stop writing now. Control my anger management...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Fine. I lied. No, wait I didn't. I am actually a bit angry but I'm sleepy and lazy now. And hahahaha what the hell, from friendster to my demerit story. Okay good night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be late for school or you'll&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;get demerit. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(words of wisdom from pink bag huhuhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-302369070995247089?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/302369070995247089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=302369070995247089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/302369070995247089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/302369070995247089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-bag-and-friendster.html' title='pink bag and friendster'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SleKE-o_46I/AAAAAAAAAzs/wBirsyrUam4/s72-c/profilepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8665069055720565526</id><published>2009-07-04T04:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T05:04:52.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and the unfair weather</title><content type='html'>You know god is damn unfair. Damn unfair I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days it was cloudy/raining at my college before I started heading back home from college. When you see the nice cloudy weather, it gives you the nice feeling isn't it, especially when the weather is usually eff-ing hot when it's not raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? All of these are false hope. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FALSE HOPE I TELL YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past few days when I started my journey home, I was feeling all happy and excited thinking that the weather will be nice when I got back home &lt;del&gt;to sleep.&lt;/del&gt; But you see, reality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I drive, the sunnier the day becomes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn depressing especially when I started my journey home while it's raining. The rain will get lighter and lighter... and then I'll realized that it's not raining anymore wtf fml X 1000. I swear, every time right after I've passed the Setia Alam toll booth, the sun will go all sunny and happy. Haih damn la... wrong timing Mr.Sun, WRONG TIMING d!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summaries how I feel about this issue, I even drew a picture to explain it to you guys. Now ain't I the kindest and the best girl ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sk42gcghICI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NhOWPbcApes/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sk42gcghICI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NhOWPbcApes/s400/paint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354276938026393634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at those Other Happier Places which always have rain falling there (and they are not my next door neighbours ok wtf. See those lines separating my house and those Other Happier Places? Those lines are there to explain that there are distance between my house and those damn lucky places. Those lines are not there for decoration purposes ok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I shall continue explaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who live there are always happy and I don't like them because I'm jealous. They even have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; f&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;w &lt;/span&gt;at their place (which clearly proves how happy they are at their happy land).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh do you know that the word rainbow has 7 letters? I only found out about this when I was colouring each letter based on the rainbow's colour. Hahaha I am so amazed. And no, I don't live in some cave and plant crops during my free time ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**In case you are wondering why those two flowers and the rainbow are identical at both Other Happier Places, that's because I copied and pasted them hahahahhaha. Sorry, but my artistic skill is damn limited and I'm too lazy to draw the same damn thing again. Damn task-daunting you know??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you can see how miserable I am at my house with no rain and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sun shining down on me (see the evil sun's face. damn scary right?). You can also see how miserable and sad  I am with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;, especially with those stupid mosquitoes around me. Yes those black black things around me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not flies&lt;/span&gt; who came to pink bag's house because pink bag is smelly ok? Thankyouverymuchforunderstandingthiswtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have exams coming up on this Monday and Thursday. So I should stop wasting my time here and go back to studying. Thank you people for reading this and god please bless me on Monday on Thursday. Please pray for me also ok you kind-hearted people out there. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8665069055720565526?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8665069055720565526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8665069055720565526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8665069055720565526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8665069055720565526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-bag-and-unfair-weather.html' title='pink bag and the unfair weather'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sk42gcghICI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NhOWPbcApes/s72-c/paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-297629322990534050</id><published>2009-06-25T00:39:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:40:06.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and her transformers 2 review</title><content type='html'>HUHU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night I have the privilege to attend the Nuffnang Transformers : Revenge of The Fallen Premiere. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; for giving me the two tickets, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.com/"&gt;fourfeetnine.com&lt;/a&gt; also, for those two tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkOl8rB4oTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/jAD5NAX8qsY/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkOl8rB4oTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/jAD5NAX8qsY/s400/DSC00231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351303244007645490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The cool tickets and my ugly bed cover (I did not get to choose it T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that night, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genghis Khan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Leanna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://emmelyncindy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mun Cheng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I had one of the most amazing experience of our lives. However, the security was tight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giler&lt;/span&gt;; we have to hand in our handphones prior going in, and before we went into the hall, we were scanned like we're going to board a plane at the airport. Hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is, I was carrying popcorn, a cup of Pepsi, a bag and holding the tickets and the security personnel asked if he can check my bag. So I was getting a bit annoyed as my hands were so full, so I hand him my Pepsi and asked&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; "Can you please hold ah?"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA wtf wtf wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh when we went to collect back our handphones, we were given a Transformers sticker each. So Genghis Khan went to collect our handphones while I waited for him at the side. And you know what happened? He got very kind hearted at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WRONG TIME&lt;/span&gt; and took only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sticker. And he got that wimp Star Scream. WTF FML X 10000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkO4vEYQceI/AAAAAAAAAzE/03yPZsubCDM/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkO4vEYQceI/AAAAAAAAAzE/03yPZsubCDM/s400/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351323901015126498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Anyone wants this sticker? I will sell it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the review part... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*spoiler alert spolier alert*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started off with Optimus Prime flexing his muscles and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaya-ness&lt;/span&gt; by pawning Demolisher very easily like squashing an ant even though Demolisher was way way bigger than him. So people, don't judge people by its cover ok? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Especially short people. They have their strenghts too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ahem&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action is definitely there in this movie and  I think this movie is funnier than the first one, which is good for people like me huhuhu. And for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;, this movie has more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt; in it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;. HUHUHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will go to the parts in this movie which I don't quite like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the part where Megatron just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cabut&lt;/span&gt; after The Fallen lost to Optimus Prime. When he saw The Fallen being whipped by Optimus Prime, he just went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkJ50ALlSaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/-aF91vh2ajA/s1600-h/tf_5_megatron_large2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkJ50ALlSaI/AAAAAAAAAyc/-aF91vh2ajA/s400/tf_5_megatron_large2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350973241578310050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... and flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHH HELLO??!!!  It's Megatron!! He's the decepticon that ripped Jazz easily  into two pieces just like how I ripped chicken wings apart! How could he just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cabut&lt;/span&gt; like that without fighting Optimus Prime??!! Maybe he lost his balls while he was scuba diving far too long in the ocean or maybe the starfish ate them or something hahahaha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(people who has watched the movie only will understand the starfish part)&lt;/span&gt; But again, maybe they shorten the battle scene so that they can have some storyline for the third movie hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when they free him from the ocean, he flew straight off from the ocean, full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaya&lt;/span&gt; and everything, right? Now, how many of you thought he's gonna go find the Autobots and seek revenge? Yes? Yes? Well, I really thought that would happen too. BUT, turns out, he went to find Star Scream to beat him up and to find The Fallen to say sorry sorry, I buy you lorry and morning glory etc. Sigh... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong&lt;/span&gt; steam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betoi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the next lame scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is The Fallen so easily defeated??!!!!!!!! HELLOOOOOO!!~~~ Isn't he the Godfather of all Godfathers??!!! Sigh.. maybe because of this, the final battle scene was way too short for me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget the scene where Optimus Prime died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkKHeCPiVRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/BPTHsbDGAQU/s1600-h/TransformersRevengeOfTheFallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkKHeCPiVRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/BPTHsbDGAQU/s400/TransformersRevengeOfTheFallen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350988257337431314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"I see the light"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when he died, it wasn't that bad. But it was kinda sad to see him being ferried around like some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;besi buruk&lt;/span&gt;. But I really hated the scene when Sam brought him back to life. WTF is this? Magic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;? Pixie dust??!!! And I really don't like the concept of where Optimus Prime's grandfaters and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moyang&lt;/span&gt; came to visit Sam and then hand him the real matrix. WTF is this? Some chinese fu shows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a scene in this movie which greatly resembles scenes from the Disney Beauty and The Beast cartoon and another scene which is so clearly inspired by The Lion King. Anyone can guess what scene I am talking about? (Hint: Those two scenes are very close to one another in the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I guess these are my complains... and I'm getting sleepy hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh! I really like the soundtrack by Linkin Park for this Movie. The song's called New Divide. It's really nice. Go C.I.O. below. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(for those who doesn't know what C.I.O is, it means "check it out" yo. hoho... pink bag is so cool coz she knows it and you don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TnUqz0bljKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TnUqz0bljKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. While I was searching for pictures to put in this post, I found out that the game for this movie for XBOX 360 is out! It looks awesome too, more awesome possum than the first movie's game I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkJ93HWrUYI/AAAAAAAAAys/CsDrVT4IEYw/s1600-h/transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen_-_bumblebee_fight__2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkJ93HWrUYI/AAAAAAAAAys/CsDrVT4IEYw/s400/transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen_-_bumblebee_fight__2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350977693090009474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Isn't the graphic great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;monyet&lt;/span&gt;, it's time for you to go buy that game and let me play. It's okay to let those transformers to be suicidal once in a while... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(wtf la who am I kidding. He won't let me play after he sees me letting his transformers die. And I did not do it on purpose ok?! I swear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I shall receive an award for doing this post. Why? I did this post with one missing key in my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkO6HLNDaAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/RKseq3zarjI/s1600-h/DSC002362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkO6HLNDaAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/RKseq3zarjI/s400/DSC002362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351325414675671042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to fix it. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows how to fix it and be my hero, please help me I beg you. T___________T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-297629322990534050?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/297629322990534050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=297629322990534050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/297629322990534050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/297629322990534050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-bag-and-her-transformers-2-review.html' title='pink bag and her transformers 2 review'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SkOl8rB4oTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/jAD5NAX8qsY/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-3452364821592635843</id><published>2009-06-16T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:20:28.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and the protest</title><content type='html'>Today was really a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I was supposed to meet up with my old pals from high school as my grandmother is coming all the way from Penang to visit her friends here in KL and I was supposed to pick some of my friends up at the LRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to stay back in the computer lab in college after I did my test, resulting in me being oblivious to what was happening outside. At about 5pm, as I was leaving the lab, I heard a commotion outside my college. Being a &lt;del&gt;kaypo&lt;/del&gt; curious as I was, I went to peek at the window. F**k, a protest!! Pink bag may not be a genius, but pink bag knows, when you see a protest, you better leave that place as quick as you can to save your own ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I quickly made my way to the front of my college and wait for the bus. There was already a huge crowd of students there and as I stood waiting, I silently prayed for the bus to arrive as quickly as possible as I do not want get tangled up with the protest. While waiting, I realized there were so many people taking pictures of the protest which was happening on the street directly in front of me. Pink bag, being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, also whipped out her phone to take a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjZ9nZlROWI/AAAAAAAAAyU/lbhV76NMuHE/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjZ9nZlROWI/AAAAAAAAAyU/lbhV76NMuHE/s320/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347599723384617314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sorry for the quality. But I am not that brave as the people who stood outside the gate and be so near the protest. And please don't complain that you can only see the heads of the protesters. With my height, this is the highest quality you could get ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjZ7b9prauI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9zj7eAhIOYk/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjZ7b9prauI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9zj7eAhIOYk/s320/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347597327885101794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Some noob policemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why noob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue my story and you will know why they deserve the noob title of the year. Moments after I took the pictures, the police decided to fire a few warning shots. This of course, caused nothing but panic. So all the people nearby were running around causing quite a chaotic scene. A few lecturers were shouting for the students to get into the KPD A building, resulting in all the students outside rushing into that small entrance of KPD A. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT A NICE SITUATION TO BE IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, in the building I saw &lt;a href="http://reenee-k.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ree Nee&lt;/a&gt;. I was so glad to be able to see a familiar face. After a while, when everything was calm again, people began to go outside, hoping that the bus will arrive soon. Then, suddenly, people started to feel a stinging sensation in their eyes, and then people started shouting &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"TEAR GAS TEAR GAS. COVER YOUR NOSE!!!"&lt;/span&gt; and again the lecturers started yelling for people to get into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy cow, tear gas is nothing but the nastiest thing ever. The feeling is like you swallowing a mouthful of wasabi and cutting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bawang&lt;/span&gt; continuously for two hours. With this, I have no choice but to stay inside the building for quite some time. While I was inside the building I realized I've lost Ree Nee and I can't see her anywhere. So I was alone, shaken from the whole ordeal and feeling all miserable from the tear gas. I realized I was really scared, for I was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I decided I have to leave this place as my friends have reached the LRT station and were waiting for me already. So I went out again. There was a lady who was in charge of opening and closing the gate and she was shouting about main block and the bus not coming after all. I asked her on what she said just now and you know what she replied? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Amoi nak balik main block? Kena ambil bus kat luar sana. Tapi tengok dah full dah. College bus tak datang lagi, nak balik main block kena tunggu lama atau jalan balik"&lt;/span&gt;. I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$$%*((^#$%%^*&amp;amp;#!!!&lt;/span&gt; And the bus she meant at first was the Rapid KL bus, not the college bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in quite a dilemma. Will it be safe for me to walk back alone with the protest going on? I was trying to find a group of people who will be walking back, but I couldn't. So I decided screw it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;, I'm walking back alone. I was on my way heading to the back of college when I saw Lisa and her friends. OMG, words couldn't describe how glad I was when I saw them. They were so nice and kept telling me to walk closer to them as they have 2 guys with them. Thank you so much guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, after this ordeal, anyone who knows if there is any protest that will be staged near my college in the future, please let me know okay and pink bag will be your best friend forever. I seriously do not want to be near any protest ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you can read bout the protest &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/6/15/nation/20090615180809&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, which is from TheStarOnline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....After a while, I was thinking, why would the police fire tear gas when there are so many people around there, especially when a lot of of them happen to be college students!??!! I also heard that they fired tear gas up into level 5 or level 10 of Wisma. Why would they do that? The Iranians are on the street, not at Wisma studying you idiots. Are there really no other ways but to fire tear gas, especially with so many bystanders around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-3452364821592635843?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3452364821592635843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=3452364821592635843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/3452364821592635843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/3452364821592635843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-bag-and-protest.html' title='pink bag and the protest'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjZ9nZlROWI/AAAAAAAAAyU/lbhV76NMuHE/s72-c/DSC00224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6383191211309664412</id><published>2009-06-13T01:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:40:42.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and the 2nd birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 11th&lt;/span&gt; is a very important date. On this day, something special was born. At first, it has a kinda ugly face, as pink bag was still very noob in beautifying her. It was all dark and emo, complete with a cheap look. Then on her first birthday, pink bag finally took the effort to give her a new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However on this year's June 11th, pink bag did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjKNU-vqMJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/0gQM7j1MyZs/s1600-h/i-m-sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjKNU-vqMJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/0gQM7j1MyZs/s320/i-m-sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346491099221995666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bagtales&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I totally forgotten about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;your birthday&lt;/span&gt; on the day itself! =( However, I did remember June 11 was coming a few days before the real day. But I was too busy with college stuffs on June 11 to remember to do something special for bagtales unlike &lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-bagtales-turns-1.html"&gt;the previous year&lt;/a&gt;. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to do a new layout unlike last year as I still love this new layout&lt;del&gt; and I'm too busy and lazy to go and do a new one. &lt;/del&gt;I have to admit though, since coming to college, I don't blog as much as I used to, or supposed to. So, my bonding session with bagtales has become more seldom now. But, I will try to update as often as I could, but urgghh... finals are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm dead tired now, and let's end this post with a lovely birthday cake for bagtales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Bagtales!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjKOx-u6QdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZmeO-4ymctU/s1600-h/2254139180_d7195d6b1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjKOx-u6QdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZmeO-4ymctU/s320/2254139180_d7195d6b1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346492696946688466" 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/4898813217578639433-6383191211309664412?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6383191211309664412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=6383191211309664412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6383191211309664412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6383191211309664412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-bag-and-2nd-birthday.html' title='pink bag and the 2nd birthday'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjKNU-vqMJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/0gQM7j1MyZs/s72-c/i-m-sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7008289919982812026</id><published>2009-06-12T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:24:48.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Can’t Get Enough of Transformers</title><content type='html'>Why I can't get enough of Transformers??&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm just going to let my poem to do the explanation; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When I see a lousy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; taxi,&lt;br /&gt;I will think it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumble Bee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is not the Chevrolet Camaro by &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; far,&lt;br /&gt;It is still a yellow car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue truck&lt;/span&gt; every time,&lt;br /&gt;I will think it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;So I will sit down, wait and rot,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see that blue truck turning into a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;radio or a handphone&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I will eye it like mad, especially if I'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, it might be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frenzy&lt;/span&gt; in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not careful, I might die and that will not be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jet plane&lt;/span&gt; in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megatron&lt;/span&gt; will come to mind and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is their similarity,&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am still convinced that I am not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Nuffnang, give me those tickets pretty please,&lt;br /&gt;So the level of my insanity will not increase,&lt;br /&gt;I do not want a Transformer figurine,&lt;br /&gt;Just give me those tickets and I will be a sane girl with a big grin   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that poem is not enough to convince you to give me those tickets, these peeps have some personal message for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SjE6uuZ-awI/AAAAAAAAAxk/QJB3_vVr-DE/s1600-h/AUTOBOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Take a look at these following pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Siqm_37RRRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/AeJj5TYGKQY/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Siqm_37RRRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/AeJj5TYGKQY/s320/P1010019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344267524103030034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SiqobFTomEI/AAAAAAAAAxc/DFwCWRtaYQY/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SiqobFTomEI/AAAAAAAAAxc/DFwCWRtaYQY/s320/P1010023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269091062978626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So pretty right? Like rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SiqnyTHVzWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/B7a6R5CTpjc/s1600-h/SP_A0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SiqnyTHVzWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/B7a6R5CTpjc/s320/SP_A0363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344268390394875234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually... it's not that pretty also la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, there's only one same bruise from all of the three pictures above. OMG, isn't pink bag great? Not only she has a pretty artistic wound that looks like a rainbow, but she has great photography skills too, to make it look as if there's three different bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, here's a quiz for you guys to guess how pink bag got this beautiful, rainbow-like-but is-actually-one-ugly,scary bruise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Pink bag just played rugby&lt;br /&gt;B) Pink bag just played paintball&lt;br /&gt;C) Pink bag got into a fight with someone who stole her food&lt;br /&gt;D) Pink bag was blind last Tuesday and walked straight into a small, unnoticeable black table in the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who guessed correctly will receive a mystery gift from pink bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apakah jawapan anda? Adakah jawapan anda muktamad? Sila dial&lt;/span&gt; 600-85-1007 ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or... you can just leave a comment hahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-1829301710533211277?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1829301710533211277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=1829301710533211277&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1829301710533211277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1829301710533211277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-bag-and-her-artistic-wound.html' title='Pink bag and her artistic wound'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Siqm_37RRRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/AeJj5TYGKQY/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-1331728788718319676</id><published>2009-05-28T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:36:25.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and detoxification</title><content type='html'>Pink bag has a confession to make. I'm an addict... an addict who is addicted to coke. I know.. it might be damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong&lt;/span&gt; steam again to some of you as you guys might be expecting something else more serious like addicted to drugs, alcohol or porn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my addiction to coke is some serious shit too. No thanks to my finals last semester, I was drinking coke like drinking sky juice. At first, I just drank coke for the sole purpose of keeping me awake at night while studying. But as you all know, when you study, you'll get extra sleepy. So before I knew it, I was taking down coke at a very dangerous level!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(okay... maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that&lt;/span&gt; dangerous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my life-savior, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Genghis Khan&lt;/span&gt; told me horrid stories of his customers and friends who suffered from diabetes. Some even have their legs amputated!! When I heard this, I was like OHMYGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sh6u7VJPF7I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-ggTzD0REO8/s1600-h/genghis_khanthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sh6u7VJPF7I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-ggTzD0REO8/s400/genghis_khanthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340898542419384242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 61px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-17.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 61px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-17.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 61px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-17.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGS AMPUTATED???!!!! Okay.. for those of you who think that pink bag is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt; who hasn't heard of people getting their legs amputated because of diabetes, HAW HAW.. I'm not that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt; you know... I have heard of that, but just not knowing that it's happening at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;such rate&lt;/span&gt;. Since pink bag is a realistic person who knows that her current legs are already very short, so it's not wise to make them any shorter isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I made a very important decision. I will go on a detoxification programme. I will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not drink coke&lt;/span&gt; for at least a week and I shall &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;go jogging more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(the latter part is more on for the purpose of losing weight hahahaha. wtf i just let my secret out)&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; for me too.. well at least for a while. I realized I ate too much Mcdonalds when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bas Kilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;messaged me and I told her I'm having spicy chicken mcdeluxe in the car and she went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OMFG  $%%$#%^%$% &lt;/span&gt;later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, in short....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sh6mJBuK2bI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2SlLZhYCzE4/s1600-h/coke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sh6mJBuK2bI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2SlLZhYCzE4/s320/coke2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888882119104946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mcdonalds??&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/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sh6owyQYTFI/AAAAAAAAAw8/6d_T4LSUo8M/s1600-h/mcdonalds-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sh6owyQYTFI/AAAAAAAAAw8/6d_T4LSUo8M/s320/mcdonalds-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891764185648210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if I keep to these principles, pink bag will be heading to a brand new healthier life. So far, my detoxification programme has been going well and I'm already on my day 6 of detoxification. Not a sip of coke or a bite of McD during these 6 days!! And I've been going jogging regularly! YAY!~ (It seems like the people in my neighbourhood are health freaks too! There will always be people jogging and not to mention guys playing basketball too huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...!!!!!!!! On day 3, all the abstaination from McD and coke finally took its toll on me. I had a nightmare. A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nightmare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my nightmare, I was having my finals &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(wtf I just had finals and now dreaming about finals) &lt;/span&gt;and for some reason, I decided to stay up all night and study at the Mcdonalds outlet near my college. Yes, and my college is like 40 minutes away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was queuing up and was about to reach my turn, a girl in a secondary school uniform rudely cut the queue and stood in front of me. One thing about me: I HATE PEOPLE WHO CUT QUEUES. Second thing about me: I LOVE FOOD. So if you cut the queue when I'm about to get food, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my dream, I just looked at her and went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"OI QUEUE UP LA!"&lt;/span&gt; Then I looked at her uniform and went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"HA-HA. In uniform somor.."&lt;/span&gt;. I really have no idea where the uniform part came from but it must be from me feeling super bitter that I'm old and can't wear school uniforms anymore hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ordered the Spicy Chicken Mcdeluxe Mcvalue Lunch set which costs RM 8.35 including tax (Yes, I memorized all the price for the McD stuffs I eat. Now you know why I don't do well in exams haha), I watched as the worker filled my cup with coke. And then in my DREAM, I was telling myself &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Ei.. pinkbag, you're on a detoxification programme. You're not supposed to take coke.........But this coke comes from McD, so it doesn't count isn't it? OH YES, IT DOESN'T COUNT!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up from my dream, BEFORE I managed to take a sip of coke or a bite of Spicy Chicken Mcdeluxe. I felt so hungry after I woke up, but I only have Quaker oats milk as breakfast for comfort boo hoo hoo. See see pity pink bag or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, even after this nightmare, I still haven't broken off from my detoxification programme. 2 days more before the end of my detoxification programme.... Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-1331728788718319676?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1331728788718319676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=1331728788718319676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1331728788718319676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1331728788718319676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-bag-and-detoxification.html' title='pink bag and detoxification'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sh6u7VJPF7I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-ggTzD0REO8/s72-c/genghis_khanthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5023230269858699410</id><published>2009-05-14T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:35:57.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and artifacts</title><content type='html'>Well, pink bag is not going to deny this, but I am currently rotting while waiting for my next class to start on Monday. Since I am soooo free, after finishing counting Bobby's fur for the 35436474th time and watching Micky scaring people away for the 364775896846th time, I decided to spend my time browsing youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was browsing in youtube, suddenly I feel the urge to search for the videos of the opening songs of those old old dramas that I used to watch when I was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember this series,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Green Green Grass by the River&lt;/span&gt;? In Mandarin it's called Qing Qing He Bian Qiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwQZG_RNgcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwQZG_RNgcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... this drama was like the Gossip Girl back then. I used to watch it religiously every evening. But I have to admit something though, I can't seem to remember what this drama is about hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since pink bag is so nice (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;) she is giving you guys a bonus gift. In this video, you can see the casts of this drama back then and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vtwDQt2xXgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vtwDQt2xXgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, huge *GASP GASP* for a few of the casts and *guak guak guak...* for some. And I didn't know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Steve Ma&lt;/span&gt; was in this drama!!! HAIYO... why didn't I activate my hormones back then.. sigh sigh sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another drama that I can remember is this.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan Shuo Chong Lou&lt;/span&gt;. I can't remember what it's called in English though. This drama was like my One Tree Hill back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kquEEGuCdo8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kquEEGuCdo8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to remember what this drama is about as well! But when I watched that video, I was like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; "Haluuuuu~ Kenny Bee!"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-16.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-16.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-16.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't know that he was in this drama. HAIH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall repeat this again: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DIDN'T I ACTIVATE MY HORMONES BACK THEN?!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-18.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized something. By posting these videos up, I have just revealed my age. Damm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5023230269858699410?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5023230269858699410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5023230269858699410&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5023230269858699410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5023230269858699410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-bag-and-oldies.html' title='pink bag and artifacts'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-532998919405654380</id><published>2009-05-07T23:26:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:59:01.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag and balls</title><content type='html'>Hello hello~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, actually, I really do wanna update my blog more often, but as usual... pink bag got lazy, internet connection sucks... yadda yadda yadda. Ok cut the crap, it's just pink bag got lazy. Haha. But as the guilt starts building up inside me, I feel so SOOOOOOOOoooooo bad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makan tak kenyang, tidur tak lena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, updating you guys on my latest addiction. And no, it's not food... or Adam Lambert hahahahaha. They are both part of my life now. Ei, don't puke la you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest addiction in life is healthy. It's not drugs, booze or cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ... jeng jeng jeng~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chain Rxn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;on Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I know it's very anticlimatic and most of you must be screaming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"GET A LIFE PINK BAG, GET A LIFE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;. But what to do.. pink bag leads a very dull life boo hoo hoo. And yes I have a confession to make here: I knit and play chess when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm lying. In fact, I haven't knit before and I sucked in chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOLED YA! HAHAHAHAHA~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I am getting lamer. I better get started on my story before you all decided to click on the X button on the right corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chain Rxn&lt;/span&gt; really about? The concept of the game is really simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a few balls on the screen. You click on the screen once to create a ball and when a smaller ball touches your ball, your ball will explode the smaller ball to make a new bigger ball and the new bigger ball will explode another smaller ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, why does my explaination seems so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA~~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.. let me show you some pictures so you can have a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;First... you will start by having to explode 1 smaller ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgMpIzjyMmI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4m144gidc7M/s1600-h/1stballwitharrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgMpIzjyMmI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4m144gidc7M/s400/1stballwitharrows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333151614992790114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgMr9tH_F9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/LKb-eTfFZzs/s1600-h/2ndballwitharrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgMr9tH_F9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/LKb-eTfFZzs/s400/2ndballwitharrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333154722821904338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Subsequently, you will be required to explode more balls as you go to higher levels, which will result in something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgMwAYi-xOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/24jS-zXxe_I/s1600-h/balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgMwAYi-xOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/24jS-zXxe_I/s400/balls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333159166884103394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The longer the chain you create, the more points you will get. Understand? Haha yes, no, yes, no? Well if no, then you will have no choice but to go and teach yourself ok? Pink bag the great cannot help you anymore. hahahahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past few days, pink bag has been trying her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardest&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mightiest&lt;/span&gt; to increase her score. So far she is only at a pathetic 19,866,600. And do you know what the high scores are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take a look at this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM1azxOPmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/o9hryq8BNLk/s1600-h/score1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM1azxOPmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/o9hryq8BNLk/s400/score1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333165118426332770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL????!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-11.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score of 19,866,600 is just like a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;peanut&lt;/span&gt; compared to their scores. So I thought, okay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la&lt;/span&gt; pink bag why don't you go see the scores for those ranked from 91-100. Maybe you will fare a better chance there. And can you guess what are their scores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM39qIL9rI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bSzBQqs0afo/s1600-h/100sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM39qIL9rI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bSzBQqs0afo/s400/100sc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333167916156974770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-19.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 92px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-19.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes pink bag, your score of 19,866,600 is like more than 3 times less than the person ranking at 100. But you know, pink bag is not the one that gives up so easily. So for the past few days, pink bag has been playing this game like crazy in order to improve her score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? My score never increased, instead it kept on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECREASING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-14.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse part is, this kept coming out especially when I have like 48 or 54 balls to explode!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM5jUCxK8I/AAAAAAAAAwk/eVfL0_15bpI/s1600-h/1moreball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM5jUCxK8I/AAAAAAAAAwk/eVfL0_15bpI/s400/1moreball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333169662575324098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have 1 more ball left to poof....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Knocks head on the table 10000000000 times*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but it seems like the more I play, the more the balls are running away from the circles. It's really sad when the smaller balls just glide through like 1mm from the circles T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM6GiI1YFI/AAAAAAAAAws/8l_yRZcJRvI/s1600-h/dammit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgM6GiI1YFI/AAAAAAAAAws/8l_yRZcJRvI/s400/dammit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333170267654283346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even sadder is when you plan and estimated properly for so long before clicking and then not even 1 ball touches your first circle. Yes, FML X 10000000000000000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some balls to poof. (no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-532998919405654380?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/532998919405654380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=532998919405654380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/532998919405654380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/532998919405654380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-bag-and-balls-and-old-songs.html' title='pink bag and balls'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SgMpIzjyMmI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4m144gidc7M/s72-c/1stballwitharrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-9056268216097911900</id><published>2009-04-28T00:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:36:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jimat cermat</title><content type='html'>I've been on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;jimat cermat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; mode lately. Well, since I went to college to be precise. Why? For one, it's because of the freaking toll I have to pay every single time I have to go to college. And it's not cheap. It's RM 5.40 every single time, through and fro. And that's just the tol alone, without counting the petrol.. etc etc. Worse still is the jam if I have evening classes. Sometimes I will be stuck in the jam for about an hour = wasting petrol = wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget the RM 3 parking fees I have to pay every single time I park at college. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;%^%#%^^#%&lt;/span&gt;. If I park at wisma, then it will be RM 2 per hour, even worse. Recently, I was running late for my malaysian studies exam, so I thought I will park at another place near wisma. And the parking fees came up to a whopping RM 6.50!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN SAKIT HATI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; okay??!!! It's even more expensive than McD's Mcvalue Lunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, why don't you park in places that don't impose any parking fees? Well, I've heard of people parking their cars in Johor and walk to college. But you see, I'm a girl. It's rather dangerous to walk alone especially if I have morning classes or evening classes. Who knows maybe a psychopath might come and rape me and kill me later. Hahaha not that I'm damn chun or hot or anything like that.. But I heard, for them, any girl will do isn't it? And I do not intend to die early. I still have so many things I want to do like plucking my eyebrows and breaking a guinness world record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, nowadays, I've been counting my money very wisely since I started going to college. Every RM 1 that I get to save means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SfnWOPEoWqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/J8HFtKMYCZ4/s1600-h/price.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SfnWOPEoWqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/J8HFtKMYCZ4/s400/price.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527174022159010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I get to save RM 1 every day for five days, that means I get to use that money to pay for my toll, with the extra 40 sens coming out from myself. If I get to save more RM 1 for 7 days, then I get to treat myself for McD's Mcvalue Lunch once in a while wtf my life is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;a href="http://emmelyncindy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mun Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, damn, I'm already calculating like a housewife. And worse, now, I'm typing like a housewife. I'm typing n the dark, resulting in me typing very slowly and having to lean very closely to the keyboard and type. And typos always happen in this situation, making as if I'm typing German out. And this will make me waste money. Time wasted doing corrections means wasting electricity = wasting money. So even when I'm correcting my typos, I have to do it fast fast also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think when apek reads this, he's going to be so proud of me that he will cry hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I typing in the dark? Save money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;... If I switch on my whatever GIGAwatt lights, it's a waste of money &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(yes I live in the stadium)&lt;/span&gt;. So I prefer to use to switch on the dimmed light instead. Plus, typing in the dark gives me the thrill. Hahaha, ok la that is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was walking in the room, in the dark &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(the sky got extra dark tonight I don't know why)&lt;/span&gt;, I was lying to myself that I'm equipped with a pair of eyes with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;night-vision&lt;/span&gt;. But you see, the thing is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my view is something like this.... not like those scenes you see from the show Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SfnYWOoYImI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pDflsVhiRc4/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SfnYWOoYImI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pDflsVhiRc4/s400/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330529510365864546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Just ignore the ghost, like I did hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Namo amitabha&lt;/span&gt;.. the ghost is not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Repeat that 10 times and you'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was on my way out to get some water, I totally forgot that my laptop is attached to a thing called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or in pink bag's words &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"THE STUPID DANGEROUS CABLE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So accident-proned pink bag obviously tripped on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"THE STUPID DANGEROUS CABLE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and took off like a jet plane again. And gravity is a bitch. Sigh, my mother is right. To me, chinese new year is all year round. It's just that the ang pow that I get is in a different form. Haih... my life is so SOOOO sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another different topic, after suffering from gastric &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(yes again.. *yawn*)&lt;/span&gt; which cost me dearly, I've been very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasi&lt;/span&gt; since. Whenever I feel any hint of hunger, I'll eat straight away. And my hunger pangs come like once every 1 1/2 hour. So in short, I've been eating a hell lot. Which is bad of course, as it'll make grow horizontally at a very alarming rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I knew it, when I return to college I'll look like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SfnWGKedqdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8g71EoAIg8s/s1600-h/Snorlax-custom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SfnWGKedqdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8g71EoAIg8s/s400/Snorlax-custom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527035349379538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think when I stand behind people in college, people are going to think that it's eclipse wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. All the money saving crap I did, &lt;del&gt;I did it out of guilt actually hahahaha... and the stupid conscience that is creeping inside me,&lt;/del&gt; I did it whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-9056268216097911900?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9056268216097911900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=9056268216097911900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9056268216097911900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/9056268216097911900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/04/jimat-cermat.html' title='jimat cermat'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SfnWOPEoWqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/J8HFtKMYCZ4/s72-c/price.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7397335645253431641</id><published>2009-04-18T04:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T04:30:28.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams' sheeeeeetz</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post is gonna be in words only. No pictures at all. What to do? I have no time to go look for pictures for I have to spend that time to study. (yala.. but got time to go and browse youtube hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the amount of studying I have to do has started to take its toll on me. First, dark circles under my eyes. Damn! I look like a panda again. But you know what? I think pandas are even prettier than me. They don't have the freakin eyebags I have now! Ohmytuhan I tell you the size of my eyebags are like XXXXL. Haih I think I need to go buy a lot of cucumbers and make the vegetables seller in the market happy  after my finals .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those people who told me Malaysian Studies is easy, I hope you rott in hell. Ok la, maybe not so bad. May you get run over by cars or get bigger eyebags than I do or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG thank you to you all  for giving me false hope. Malaysian Studies is nothing but easy!!! Dammit, you know what happened during my quiz? It was a True/False quiz and there are 20 questions. And only 2/20 of the questions are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&amp;amp;$@$%^^%$%^&amp;amp;^%$%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$^&amp;amp;%$$%^#@%$^&amp;amp;%#$^&amp;amp;$#%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$#@$^^^$#%^&amp;amp;%#%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse part is, from number 14-20 onwards, I put all True for all of my answers. Ohmygod congrats pink bag, your level of intelligence has just gone lower by 99 %.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I end my post, you guys gotta check this video out. It's damm hillarious, if you understand Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwBS578V7d4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwBS578V7d4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles~&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/4898813217578639433-7397335645253431641?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7397335645253431641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7397335645253431641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7397335645253431641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7397335645253431641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/04/exams-sheeeeeetz.html' title='exams&apos; sheeeeeetz'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-1679953043998801390</id><published>2009-04-05T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:27:35.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very short post</title><content type='html'>You see, I've never been tall. In fact I've been short my whole life. From the moment I was born, I was already nicknamed &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mini"&lt;/span&gt; by my late grandma. And that name stuck with me for years. You know what's the worst thing of all this? They invented the stupid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINI BUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So my evil cousin will go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Look, pinkbag just passed by"&lt;/span&gt; whenever he sees a mini bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SdeQrwjzcoI/AAAAAAAAAus/gB8t7cHuqjo/s1600-h/mini+bas+kuning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SdeQrwjzcoI/AAAAAAAAAus/gB8t7cHuqjo/s320/mini+bas+kuning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320880566205379202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is pinkbag in disguise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, as I grew up, I only grow horizontally most of the time, resulting in me being a fat and short kid. In fact, I think I look like Doraemon when I was a young kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jamaipanese.com/gallery/thumbs/lrg-576-doraemon-anime-cat-japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.jamaipanese.com/gallery/thumbs/lrg-576-doraemon-anime-cat-japan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;And this is pinkbag at age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see, in our house, we have our very own height measuring board. So as I was reaching adolescence, I will constantly ask my sister to measure my height thinking that I will grow in height and be as tall as her. Yeah she's very tall, even my younger brother is tall wtf. As months passed, I only grew like a few pathetic centimeters. The months turned into years and I was getting worried, as I still haven't passed the freaking 5 feet mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was getting desperate and was bargaining with god, pleading with the almighty above that if he make me pass the 5 feet mark, I will be eternally grateful and be a good girl for the rest of my life. Being a good god he is, he kept his promised and how happy I was when I finally touched the 5'0 mark. My sister even congratulated me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"Wah... finally you've reached 5 feet!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;. I was so happy, it was like striking 4D. Wait, it was like striking 4D ten times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think god got pissed off as I've broken my promises to him. I sinned and sinned again. So I stopped growing vertically after that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse for me, he did not compensate my lack of height with anything. Intelligence? Nope. Beauty? Hahahaha.. nada. Body? Hahahaha.. my chest is so flat that planes can take off right there. Yeah, I'm very sorry for breaking my promises oh dear god, can you please reward me with anything at all??.... I think he will be even more pissed off after this. I shall stop this bargaining thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see in school when they take class pictures, I will always be pushed to stand at the corner because, well, duh.. I'm short. It continued on until form 6 wtf T.T. So my place in pictures will always be at the corner, sitting down or squatting in front. Yes, I lead a very sad life, I know. Sometimes my mum would ask me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Why are you always at the corner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Because I'm short. You did not give me enough calcium that's why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a shortie for 20 years already, I'm used with being short. Being blocked by people most of the time, can't reach the top shelves, can switch from the driver's seat to the passenger's seat in seconds, buying jeans that are waaaaaaaaay too long for you that you have to fold them up and make you even more ugly than you are already (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well now you guys know why I don't like wearing jeans)&lt;/span&gt;, getting rejected when you wanna sit on roller-coasters &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(stupid rule. what do you think will happen? me flying off the roller-coaster?)&lt;/span&gt; and so on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered college, I met &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bas kilang leanna &lt;/span&gt;who is like 5'10. And yes, don't give me that look that I'm evil for calling her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bas kilang&lt;/span&gt;. She called me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kancil&lt;/span&gt;!!!! So I will usually look like a dwarf standing next to her. Can't imagine how the situation looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it's something like this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SdeP2RL9TBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/gR3lWaJgN4A/s1600-h/height.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SdeP2RL9TBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/gR3lWaJgN4A/s320/height.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320879647250795538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, even by drawing my stick figure floating in mid-air, I'm still shorter than her. And I miss you Leanna, going through a day without you is like how you got through a day without cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wai Yan, I miss you too. I will hold a sign that says &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"LOOK WAI YAN I'M ON TV AND YOU'RE NOT. YOU SUCK!"&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. Haha dream on. I'm not gonna heed your stupid advice to ask me to do something stupid so I can appear on tv. And to the rest who think that I do not miss you all, I do. I can't sleep every night thinking bout all of you. boo hoo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. So in college, I gained even more nicknames. Leanna called me kancil, habuk, tupai, tikus... and the list goes on. This is sad. I know. Mun Cheng called me Little One and Hamid called me Mini... I'm called Mini again wtf. Thank goodness they don't have that many mini buses now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I hope nobody blocks my view tomorrow or I'll poke him/her with my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believed I got my blogging groove back now. Oh yeah~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to continue doing my assignmentS now. And people click on the ads. Pinkbag is starving and she needs money to buy food. Be kind, and god will reward you with all kinds of stuffs, unlike what he's doing to pinkbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&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/4898813217578639433-1679953043998801390?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1679953043998801390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=1679953043998801390&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1679953043998801390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1679953043998801390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-short-post.html' title='a very short post'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SdeQrwjzcoI/AAAAAAAAAus/gB8t7cHuqjo/s72-c/mini+bas+kuning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6769945878794346095</id><published>2009-04-04T02:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:26:14.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast &amp; Furious 4</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, I had the greatest opportunity to attend the premiere of Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4, all thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flixmovieposters.com/thumbnail.asp?file=assets/images/fast-furious4s.jpg&amp;amp;maxx=300&amp;amp;maxy=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.flixmovieposters.com/thumbnail.asp?file=assets/images/fast-furious4s.jpg&amp;amp;maxx=300&amp;amp;maxy=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the movie ended quite late and I came out from the cinema smelling like a fish, I still love Nuffnang all the same. This premiere really came at the perfect moment as I wanted to watch it badly, and then I get to watch it a day BEFORE it was released and the ticket is FREE!!!  Yes, I love Nuffnang. I'm gonna be a good blogger from now on hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having only watched the first instalment of the Fast &amp;amp; Furious series, I really await this fourth instalment as it brings back all of the main characters from the first movie!! And being a fan of cars and action involving cars, I thought this is definitely is a-must-watch-movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it certainly did not disappoint me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*spoiler alert*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with the perfect scene; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HIJACKING SCENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. OMFG I could have squealed with delight when I saw it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahem*&lt;/span&gt; of course I didn't do that. People will be staring. And I'm a delicate lady... Hohoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting on the edge of the seat the entire time of the movie. Okay, wait no, I lied. I rushed to the toilet halfway through the movie and missed about 3 minutes of the movie. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; Yeah people were staring at a girl sprinting down the hallway hahahhahaha.... This is what people call &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESPERATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly at first, I thought the storyline will be kinda bland, but then boom! They killed off Letty. I really didn't expect this to happen and I kinda like Letty. Boo hoo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And does any of you wonder, of all the years Dom and Letty are together, how come they have only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picture of them together? Kinda sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends think that Vin Diesel has no expression. Well, it might be kinda true to some extent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For example, this is Dom when he managed to hijack the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmgordon.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/rxcl1536x1024_k18_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 347px;" src="http://filmgordon.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/rxcl1536x1024_k18_34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how he looks like when Letty died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmgordon.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/rxcl1536x1024_k18_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 347px;" src="http://filmgordon.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/rxcl1536x1024_k18_34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how he looks like when he's racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmgordon.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/rxcl1536x1024_k18_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 347px;" src="http://filmgordon.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/rxcl1536x1024_k18_34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well you all get the idea don't you? Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank god this movie doesn't have a lot of sappy love scenes like a certain movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*coughtwilightcough*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action scenes in this movie to me is okay, but nothing too spectacular though. Or maybe it's just me who expected too much? I don't know. Some scenes are predictable I might say. The scene where Brian is chasing the bandit, I think it's a bit too fake. He's an FBI agent, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack was kinda okay, nothing like Tokyo Drift where the song was so catchy that it was soooo overplayed until it got annoying. Maybe that's why they didn't use any catchy songs in this movie hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'll give it a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But this is just me. Uhh.. people applaud at the end of the movie. So, I guess... go and watch it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And PS: The BIG BIG picture of Michelle Rodriguez in the poster really tipu orang 1. She appeared for like 10 minutes only in this movie =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toodles!~&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/4898813217578639433-6769945878794346095?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6769945878794346095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=6769945878794346095&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6769945878794346095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6769945878794346095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-furious-4.html' title='Fast &amp; Furious 4'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-281658660343752719</id><published>2009-03-29T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:06:47.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earth hour day</title><content type='html'>I participated in the earth hour!! oh yeah~~ I don't know why but this year I was damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersemangat &lt;/span&gt;to join earth hour, maybe it's my hidden conscience that's ringing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, notice the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;in my title? Well today it started off as usual, at almost 10am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMIGOD&lt;/span&gt;, pink bag why so early?!!! Is it blue moon already? No darlings, pink bag is not dying or anything like that. I woke up so early today for the sole purpose of walking my majesties, Bobby and Micky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual, I was still half asleep while walking them, and somehow my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotan &lt;/span&gt;is missing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(they're used to scare off other dogs, not to cane my dogs)&lt;/span&gt;. Bobby as usual, with his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;golden &lt;/span&gt;shits refuse to shit so easily. So my sister waited with Micky beside the field while I followed Bobby in his quest to find the perfect spot to dispose his gold. And then here comes the funny part &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(well according to my sister, it was very funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was following Bobby while he sniffs the ground and suddenly I saw a black shadow moving. Crap!!! It's a dog!!! And the whole situation became....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"kao!! chao chao chao!!~~ Bobby chao!!! chao! chao! chao!!" *repeat that X10*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;translated as : "Dog!! Run Bobby, run, run run!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was dragging Bobby away and running while he's still sniffing the ground and feeling a bit blur on why am I asking him to run. My sister ran away too with Micky, laughing at me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why do such situations exist? Well first of all, we wouldn't be so scared if Bobby wasn't that "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heroic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". You see, he loves challenging other dogs. And he's no hero material AT ALL. He's short, he's fat, and he's a coward. He will be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;korban&lt;/span&gt;, to cut it short. For god's sake, he was gnawed by a small goat before okay??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did my sister ran away too? Well, when Micky sees Bobby challenging other dogs, he will go to war too, and he will run real fast toward that scene. So my sister will be dragged the whole way there, no doubt with Micky's strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I ran all the way home with the fat dog in tow and the guard standing there, which I'm sure is laughing at us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*&amp;amp;$#$%^&amp;amp;%##$&lt;/span&gt;. They laughed at me before when they saw me wiping Bobby's ass with a leaf. Well, there's a piece of shit stuck there, I can't just let it hanging there right? Damn, of all the things I did for Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was lying down trying to sleep back, I remembered &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Shit! Got F1 qualifying today"&lt;/span&gt;. Texted Wai Yan if it's on TV, who came with a reply &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Semua channel pun takde, got Hannah Montana only..which is really nice"&lt;/span&gt; I was like screw it, my sleep is more important than Hannah Montana. (And I think she thinks that all indian guys are Dev Patel already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I was out for lunch, only she texted me&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "Quali on ntv7 now" &lt;/span&gt;and I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"^$#%$^ I'm outside la!!" &lt;/span&gt;Told my sis, and she was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Who ask you wake up so late?"&lt;/span&gt; Damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak bagi muka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la &lt;/span&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to night; My sis asked me to go out and buy dinner. Came back with KFC hahaha.. oh well, when you're hungry you gotta eat right? So I was busy preparing for earth hour, but somehow, when I came down to have my dinner, it's already 8.25 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"@$%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*$@$%!!! I only have 5 minutes to finish my dinner??!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Well you finish eating first la, then only switch off the lights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Cannot, I will do it properly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........so, I ended up eating my dinner in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy or anything, but I don't know, I'm quite persistent once I made up my mind. To make it even worse, Bobby was crying the whole time while I ate. I was like, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt;.. so I gave him a few pieces of KFC. Now I know why he's never thin hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this post is just to distract myself from doing assignments. I'm soooo damn lazy laaaa nowadays. All I ever think of is eat and sleep. And oh ya, Adam Lambert too. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, gotta wake up early for F1 tomorrow. And damn, I think Kimi is going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siu tar &lt;/span&gt;d...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toodles!~&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/4898813217578639433-281658660343752719?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/281658660343752719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=281658660343752719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/281658660343752719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/281658660343752719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-day.html' title='earth hour day'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7958930212849528351</id><published>2009-03-26T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:36:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bobby on another adventure... again. *yawns*</title><content type='html'>Bobby, the ever adventurous dog decided to embark on another journey a few days ago. Nope, he did not went out through my cousin's house's "platform 9 3/4 quarters" like in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/tale-of-two-dogs-ii.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. This time, he sneaked out unnoticed while his father was washing the car. After my cousin finished washing his car and asked us where Bobby is, that is only when we realized that Bobby is not in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cousin called Bobby a few times and Bobby didn't appear and come running to him, we realized that Fat Dog(that was what his father called him when he was fatter but the name sticks with him until now) is out on another adventure of its own again. As this has happened before, my cousin was a lot calmer this time around, but still a little worried. So off he went to search for Bobby at the playground near his house but Bobby is not there or anywhere near there. With that, my cousin got more worried and went off to search for Bobby in our neighbourhood on his motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes have passed and my cousin hasn't returned. Now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; worried. Just only a few hours before, I was stroking Bobby until he fell asleep, I was thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Damn, you do sleep a lot now as you grow older. What am I going to do when you're gone?" &lt;/span&gt;What if Bobby really went missing and I am not going to see him again? So my aunt and I decided to go and search for Bobby also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on another direction and after a few rounds, Bobby was still nowhere in sight. I got more worried and suddenly I saw my cousin approaching us on his motorbike. Then I saw it, a short figure half-running happily beside my cousin, oblivious to what was going on around him. When Bobby saw us, he started wagging his tail and peed on the grass. When I see him like that, I don't know if I should laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided, should Bobby go on another adventure again, I shall be prepared. That's when I decided to do a flyer if he ever went missing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is how the flyer looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/ScqHZo41xYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WQfM5f7C47E/s1600-h/bobby+flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/ScqHZo41xYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WQfM5f7C47E/s400/bobby+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317211184606594434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Hahaha, obviously my cousin is going to kill me if I ever use this flyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Bobby is still looking for a wife. If you have or know anyone who has a tri-coloured female beagle who is looking for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;macho &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mascular &lt;/span&gt;tri-coloured male beagle to mate with, Bobby is the right answer for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-7958930212849528351?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7958930212849528351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=7958930212849528351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7958930212849528351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/7958930212849528351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/03/bobby-on-another-adventure-again-yawns.html' title='bobby on another adventure... again. *yawns*'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/ScqHZo41xYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WQfM5f7C47E/s72-c/bobby+flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2474455848826978253</id><published>2009-03-25T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:45:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oopps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized that from January until now, I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;posts only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... I think I should start updating more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a good post coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*runs away from all the rotten &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;eggs &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomatoes &lt;/span&gt;thrown at her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ps: yes, the sole purpose for this post is to change that 5 figure to 6. byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-2474455848826978253?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2474455848826978253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2474455848826978253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2474455848826978253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2474455848826978253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/03/oopps.html' title='Oopps!'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2139263184208443870</id><published>2009-03-10T23:56:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:52:52.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My space ship, my home</title><content type='html'>Have you guys seen the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.o&lt;/span&gt;.o.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;l.&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; house in Malaysia? Nope folks, it's not the Istana Negara... nor it is pink bag's house. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is none other than the new YTL Residence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqeUXXm0BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/f1wij4XAnIc/s1600-h/ytl-residence-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqeUXXm0BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/f1wij4XAnIc/s320/ytl-residence-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312732783144521746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nice? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*pink bag starts packing her bag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqdx5X-5OI/AAAAAAAAAtM/sNfLLARmCUc/s1600-h/ytl-residence-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqdx5X-5OI/AAAAAAAAAtM/sNfLLARmCUc/s320/ytl-residence-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312732190977484002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I like the night view of this house and I LOOOOOOVVVEEEE the swimming pool!!!~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure you guys wanna know more about this house right? Well obviously pink bag ze great has the info ready for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-based &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Agence Jouin Manku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; took on its first large-scale integrated architectural and interior design commission in 2003, when YTL Design Group from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, invited it to design the residence of a Malaysian power family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Completed in the latter part of 2008, the residence is the ultimate expression of the taste, influence and industrial-scale capabilities of the prominent family whose entrepreneurial activities have shaped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;’s skyline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three generations of the family inhabit the 3,000 square-meter residence designed to accommodate both private and public functions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The building includes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nine bedrooms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two family rooms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a family kitche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a private dining area&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a family library&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a game room&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a study&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a public reception area&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a formal dining room&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a ballroom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chapel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 bathrooms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two guest suites &lt;/span&gt;plus&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; indoor private&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guest parking&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING isn't it? What intrigued me are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bathrooms. I'm sure you guys have experienced the shortage of bathrooms at your house before right? And it'll hit you real bad when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really have to go &lt;/span&gt;when all of the toilets are occupied. What's even worse is when that person will come out from the toilet 20 minutes later after she's done plucking her eyebrows or something. I know, that kind of moment makes you want to curse in 10 languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, at YTL Residence, I don't think you'll ever face this problem. In fact, I think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agence Jouin Manku&lt;/span&gt; must have suffered a hell lot of toilet shortage problems in his lifetime to come out with 21 toilets. Or maybe it's YTL himself or maybe they're just a bunch of toilet lovers. Okay, that sounds &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry Mr. YTL!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why 21 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms only?? Weird isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even weirder is the aereal view of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqctKo9hGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/eNQERIM1tLA/s1600-h/ytl-residence-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqctKo9hGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/eNQERIM1tLA/s320/ytl-residence-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312731010201125986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;To me, it looks like a space ship has just landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor all those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bungalows &lt;/span&gt;surrounding it. They look like ants compared to it. So with this space ship look, I assume we will be greeted this way when we enter this &lt;del&gt;space ship&lt;/del&gt; house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqrMsi3EmI/AAAAAAAAAts/ufGI5_gFjQk/s1600-h/star-trek-spock1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqrMsi3EmI/AAAAAAAAAts/ufGI5_gFjQk/s320/star-trek-spock1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746945041076834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nice eyebrows by the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me or does this picture makes this house looked like a TV box set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqtoKWLZ-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/OdZuhhiDGZw/s1600-h/kl11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqtoKWLZ-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/OdZuhhiDGZw/s320/kl11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312749615920670690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Damn a lot of plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't get the whole futuristic look, but I LOVE the interior of the house man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqdbt7Sy5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/dN5fuZ68dAU/s1600-h/ytl-residence-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqdbt7Sy5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/dN5fuZ68dAU/s320/ytl-residence-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312731809947241362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqdgMvnoSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NSbiIevkBBo/s1600-h/ytl-residence-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqdgMvnoSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NSbiIevkBBo/s320/ytl-residence-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312731886939250978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqen3XqTsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jJ09ARrIado/s1600-h/ytl-residence-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqen3XqTsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jJ09ARrIado/s320/ytl-residence-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733118152199874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Are those elevators on the left??!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yala &lt;/span&gt;why not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqfXO2vmsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/zf-A6SUUmpg/s1600-h/ytl-residence-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqfXO2vmsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/zf-A6SUUmpg/s320/ytl-residence-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733931910437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqt9Q2nRaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/WxsKwZDMoY8/s1600-h/kl9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqt9Q2nRaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/WxsKwZDMoY8/s320/kl9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312749978444580258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Autumn in My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqt1DctzTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/DxcxeIt0jyk/s1600-h/ytl-residence-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/Sbqt1DctzTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/DxcxeIt0jyk/s320/ytl-residence-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312749837407341874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The stairs on the top right will make clumsy people like me fall and fall again until I die after breaking my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I read from somewhere that this house is situated in Bukit Damansara. Time to go jogging at Bukit Damansara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodes!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4898813217578639433-2139263184208443870?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2139263184208443870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2139263184208443870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2139263184208443870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2139263184208443870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-space-ship-my-home.html' title='My space ship, my home'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SbqeUXXm0BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/f1wij4XAnIc/s72-c/ytl-residence-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2517925598337845913</id><published>2009-02-08T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:31:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter pink bag</title><content type='html'>WooHoo~~ I noticed haven't update my blog properly for a while now. I know, most of you must be saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Oh thank goodness you're updating properly now for I couldn't eat,sleep or shit proplerly for gazillion years already while waiting for a proper post from you."&lt;/span&gt; For those who said that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorrrrrrrryyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;. And for you people who were thinking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Oh, I thought you were dead."&lt;/span&gt; HAHA! Too bad. Tough luck you have. Pink bag is still very much alive and kicking. I was just busy adopting children from Myanmar and Cambodia and doing some missionary work around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now we'll go to the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have a confession to make. But wait a minute, let me put it this way. I'll just tell you the story of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; The Confession of Pink Bag Yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Malu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then when I was in form 2, I was sitting at the back of the car as usual, while my mum fetches my sister back from school. As a typical pink bag, I was half asleep and half listening to the radio. And then, I heard the most soothing voice ever. It was like an angel was singing to me &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*cue harp music*&lt;/span&gt; (okay, this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; exaggerated). But I was annoyed because you see, for there it was the song, sung by the most beautiful voice ever and yet, I didn't know the title of the song nor the artiste. And of course, I can tell it's a guy's voice(duh! of pink bag wouldn't go ga-ga over it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was listening to the song, I was thinking.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Damn.. this guy must be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;entau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;with the voice of his. Huhuhu..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*silent drool*&lt;/span&gt; And I never managed to know the title of the song nor the name of the artiste since then. I know.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys, do you remember this CD??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCcZ-hTQKI/AAAAAAAAArM/i7aRkTKDkMU/s1600-h/f7580s+replay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCcZ-hTQKI/AAAAAAAAArM/i7aRkTKDkMU/s320/f7580s+replay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405131881037986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV was showing the advertisement of this CD and then I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the voice&lt;/span&gt;! Holy comoly!! I could finally see who the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entau ba&lt;/span&gt; is!! So I was rushing from the kitchen to see who that mystery guy was and then I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCqYvU2AeI/AAAAAAAAArk/DZuCWW5byL4/s1600-h/437580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCqYvU2AeI/AAAAAAAAArk/DZuCWW5byL4/s320/437580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296420503785177570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was......... speechless. There it was the image of my so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entauba&lt;/span&gt;. All the images that has appeared in my imagination were gone~~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*cue sound of shattered glass*&lt;/span&gt; My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entauba&lt;/span&gt;, is not an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entauba&lt;/span&gt; after all. In fact, I wasn't even so sure if my entauba is a HE. OMFG, what if he's a she??!!! Hoho, but at least I can go to my secret lab and search on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Karma Chameleon&lt;/span&gt;, by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Culture Club&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, Karma Chameleon was the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't know what Karma Chameleon sounds like, shame on you!! But do not worry, pink is here to drag you out from your misery cave by providing you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vTW61V5TPL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vTW61V5TPL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=vTW61V5TPL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=vTW61V5TPL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=vTW61V5TPL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=vTW61V5TPL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/vTW61V5TPL/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/adrien-music/music/NXxkwMAu/culture_club_karma_chameleon/"&gt;Karma Chameleon - Culture club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did more research and I found out that he's a He after all, going by the name Boy George. He's the lead singer for Culture Club and he was like the "It Thing" back then with his flamboyant styles and his trademark, the beautiful blue eyes of his. And he actually wrote the lyrics and melodies of all of the songs for Culture Club! I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Wow, okay... you're not that weird after all with the image and everything. At least you got talents and a voice too hahaha.."&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to look at more of his pictures and I can tell you, my self esteem just dropped to the lowest low at that moment. WTF, just how prettty can he be???!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3VStOA8hI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7KovGtf7mjw/s1600-h/Culture+Club+-+1983+-+Colour+By+Numbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3VStOA8hI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7KovGtf7mjw/s320/Culture+Club+-+1983+-+Colour+By+Numbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300126853837681170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes, he's the the doll like looking person in this pic wtfwhereismymakeupbag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3kv8NzHpI/AAAAAAAAAss/9UHH27DrJas/s1600-h/boykarma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3kv8NzHpI/AAAAAAAAAss/9UHH27DrJas/s320/boykarma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300143848753929874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wtf INEEDMYMAKEUPBAG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3kZCPgXGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dylewawaSyI/s1600-h/boy-george-20050916-72016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3kZCPgXGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dylewawaSyI/s320/boy-george-20050916-72016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300143455234710626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have no comment left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, pretty people always have their nice looking other-half right?? Well, it's no exception for Boy George here obviously. I think his ex-boyfriend, Jon Moss, the drummer of Culture Club, is kinda hot, for a guy in the 80s. And yeah, extra info here: Most of the songs of Culture Club, Boy George wrote it based on this relationship. Yes, Karma Chameleon included haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCsNC8f9LI/AAAAAAAAArs/2wYb-iQd-xI/s1600-h/437800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCsNC8f9LI/AAAAAAAAArs/2wYb-iQd-xI/s320/437800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296422501916603570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am a bitter person. I have no comment left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the break up somehow contributed to the fall and the craziness of Boy George after that. He dwelled in drugs, which of course, led to the break up of the band and I think he spoils his voice in the process too from taking too much drugs. As you can notice, the song that's playing in my blog now, his voice has turned very husky compared to his voice in Karma Chameleon. And the drugs almost costs his life too hahaha. Yeah, he had like 8 more weeks to live when he entered rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, somewhere in that period of time, he cut his hair and shed most of the make up!! And you know what??? He is actually kinda good looking, as a guy, in that image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCsZFigzwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/CZryQhHkvVk/s1600-h/437811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCsZFigzwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/CZryQhHkvVk/s320/437811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296422708771344130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCuiCFX_8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Mw1H8CDs4Sg/s1600-h/boy-george-photo-xxl-boy-george-6230587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCuiCFX_8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Mw1H8CDs4Sg/s320/boy-george-photo-xxl-boy-george-6230587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296425061485903810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3jbnQfCAI/AAAAAAAAAsc/0yggOVpeXlQ/s1600-h/boy_george_fenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SY3jbnQfCAI/AAAAAAAAAsc/0yggOVpeXlQ/s320/boy_george_fenix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300142400019040258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No, he's not that guy in the cowboy hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is annoying me. I can't even look pretty!!! How can someone be pretty and yet okay looking as a guy at the same time???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those who are wondering what he looks like now, hold your breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYC0JG-mUiI/AAAAAAAAAsM/iA3tAF1AwUg/s1600-h/boygeorgeum8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYC0JG-mUiI/AAAAAAAAAsM/iA3tAF1AwUg/s320/boygeorgeum8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296431230372696610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! It's obvious he didn't age gracefully. And for those who think that his name sounds familar, well, he's the one who got jailed recently for imprisoning a male escort and yeah he's the one who has to sweep the roads of NY a few years back, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriosuly, I have nothing to say. I mean why must people like him and Michael Jackson put their talent to waste?? Good thing Britney Spears managed to climb back up. Sigh.. but who am I to say this?? Maybe if I were them, I would probably have commited suicide and joined Heath Ledger in heaven already ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-2517925598337845913?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2517925598337845913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2517925598337845913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2517925598337845913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2517925598337845913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/01/woohoo-i-noticed-havent-update-my-blog.html' title='Bitter pink bag'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SYCcZ-hTQKI/AAAAAAAAArM/i7aRkTKDkMU/s72-c/f7580s+replay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2836030630098618487</id><published>2009-02-03T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:40:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you kind hearted people!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To those drivers who blinked their lights along the NKVE stretch around 9 something this morning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered there was one silver Mercedes and one silver mpv who did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;K &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever marry the agong, I promise I will reward you guys with datukship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;....toodles!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm screwed for my speech later. AND OMFG my assignment!!!!&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/4898813217578639433-2836030630098618487?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2836030630098618487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2836030630098618487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2836030630098618487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2836030630098618487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-kind-hearted-people.html' title='thank you kind hearted people!!!'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-3161014083265449906</id><published>2009-01-17T01:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:45:49.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by choya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YES!!!!!! I NO LIKE SMOKERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2.How about drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's ok, as long as they're not alcoholics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Do you liked someone you can’t have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes.... CHRISTIAN BALE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. If someone liked you right now,would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Umm.. I guess it depends on WHO. If it's Christian Bale, then YES PLEASE. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. Whats your favourite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is jogging a sport??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6.Its saturday night,you’re homealone..what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For now, it'll be rushing my assignments or studying for my next tests hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. When’s the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The perfect time for me to have a bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity,who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I shall have the honour of reminding and annoying you with this again.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*drumroll*&lt;/span&gt; CHRISTIAN BALE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Doing my assignments. God my life is so pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11. Whats is your favourite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;None in particular. Yeah I don't eat a lot =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren’t attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As for now, NO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terima kasih Tuhan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CHRISTIAN BALE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;15.What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The watch he's wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16. Which do you prefer,beach or mountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Beach without bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sony Ericsson W760i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18. Computer or laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Laptop definitely. I'm IN YO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;19. Jeans or sweats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Actually, I don't like both hahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20. Which year has been the best so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2005 babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;21...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Doing my assignment T.T  Obviously I am distracted now hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23.What is your favourite tv show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Don't really watch TV that much now. I know, can you believe it??!! But I guess I really love "Whose Line Is It Anyway?". Too bad they don't have it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;24. What’s been your last purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Uhhhh.... See? I can't even remember my last purchase. It was soooo long ago. Proven: I'm so not a shopaholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dahlah&lt;/span&gt; killing himself, wanna kill me some more. Hate the smell too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yep. Who doesn't? Whoever who admits that they haven't, that person is lying. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;27. What do you do when you’re at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I count the numbers of fingers and toes that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;28. What is your favourite subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;29. What’s the best things happened on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Knowing the numbers of fingers and toes that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;30. 5 person to tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Mun Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Kah Khim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Tun Dr Mahathir. Ei, what if he really do this tag? Total awesome-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. Does Lim Guan Eng has a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-3161014083265449906?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3161014083265449906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=3161014083265449906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/3161014083265449906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/3161014083265449906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-choya.html' title='tagged by choya'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-2484753186359840731</id><published>2009-01-05T02:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:40:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag's latest luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh those lovely, lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ballerina Flats&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sparklecollections.com/shoes/c13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.sparklecollections.com/shoes/c13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh Love, you're just way too hard to ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/scoopnyc-white-ballet-flats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 343px;" src="http://www.shoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/scoopnyc-white-ballet-flats.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.. And YOU too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvF_EwPBBOw/RvDNGsTs06I/AAAAAAAACIY/Y3_gAzam1WQ/s1600/mary%2Bjane%2Bsatin%2Bballet%2Bflats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvF_EwPBBOw/RvDNGsTs06I/AAAAAAAACIY/Y3_gAzam1WQ/s1600/mary%2Bjane%2Bsatin%2Bballet%2Bflats.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.... AND not forgetting YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, fuck fuck, I shouldn't have tried them on the other day at Vincci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGGGHHHH!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wai Yan&lt;/span&gt;!!! You should've stopped me!!  And now I can't even type right from my current obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I wasn't a fan of these ballerina flats before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, after trying that gorgeous pair from Vincci, I now totally wanna get a pair of these pretty babies &lt;del&gt;that are simply meant for me&lt;/del&gt;. I swear, those two ballerina flats from Vincci, they're like a stimulator. Once I tried them on, it's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why did I said NO to these gorgeous the other day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wai Yan&lt;/span&gt;, I was actually lying when I said they hurt. No, wait I wasn't really lying. Haha, it did actually hurt a little when I wore them. But I guess the reason I said NO was because of the guilt that I was feeling from the pair of flip flops I just bought before I tried my destiny on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah the recession... ZZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next one to put the blame to would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALICIA&lt;/span&gt;!!!! ARGH! You and your CNY shopping!! Look what it did to me. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I better not blame the creator of shoes next. In fact, I should actually build a shrine for him/her. Maybe he/she will bless me with a dozen of ballerina flats for my offerings of apples and a roast piglet to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking bout them. I've even started imagining how good they would've looked with my new denim skirt. They would even look good with the new white three quarter length pants that I've bought. Oh fuck, they would look good with anything from my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me oh god. Let me strike lottery tomorrow. But how am I gonna strike a lottery without buying them. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but, wouldn't buying a pair of shoes the week after I bought one is bad?? Urgh, my current obsession must be caused by the one and only pair of flip flops I wore back to Penang from KL. Made me so deprived. And the lack of wardrobe I brought back as well. ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do that? God. I'm such a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely do hope money does indeed grow on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me, I have to gather my tools to build my Shoes God a shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&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/4898813217578639433-2484753186359840731?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2484753186359840731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2484753186359840731&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2484753186359840731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2484753186359840731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-bags-latest-luv.html' title='pink bag&apos;s latest luv'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvF_EwPBBOw/RvDNGsTs06I/AAAAAAAACIY/Y3_gAzam1WQ/s72-c/mary%2Bjane%2Bsatin%2Bballet%2Bflats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5741241472700466928</id><published>2008-12-28T01:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:16:02.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i keep on falling...</title><content type='html'>.....DOWN!!!~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Since the start of Christmas Day, I kept falling down, down, down. Wtf. And it's not fun you know??? When you fall, you feel the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P-A-I-N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink bag's chronicles of unfortunate events&lt;/span&gt; started when my mum asked me to accompany her out to somewhere (which I've conveniently forgotten where). So as I walked out from my house, I flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now first let me explain to you what a "genius" the architect who designed my apartment is. He cleverly placed two steps at the entrance of each house making you having no choice but to descend two steps first before you reached the the apartment's corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those two steps made me took off like a jet plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that the rule of gravity cruelly applied on me. So down to the floor I gracefully went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was just fall #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've been tripping all over the place. Be it the bed posts, bag straps, uneven pavements, slippery floors and YES, not forgetting THE FREAKING STEP AT THE NEW PARKSON ENTRANCE AT GURNEY PLAZA, those are all death traps for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum simply shrugged off by telling me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"You gotta look where you're going when you walk" &lt;/span&gt;when I complained to her on my mishaps. But holy cow, who looks at the floor all the time when they walk?? It's just simply uncool. But falling down is uncool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it's obvious that I intelligently chosed the latter uncool way of living. But this uncool method comes with a price. You have to endure bruises here and there, and not forgetting, you will feel the extreme level of pain in the process. Ok fine, the extreme part is a bit exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm still stuck in this phase of me falling down, again and again. Geez santa, I thought if I've been up to no good, I will just end up with no presents?? I guess you, Mr. Claus forgot to mention a very crucial second part of your deal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VERY IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt; second part of &lt;del&gt;evil&lt;/del&gt; santa's deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2. You will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; down again and again if you've been up to no good for the past whole year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I get your message santa. Thus this part of my post is specially dedicated to you santa. Oh don't give me the quizzical look of yours and point at Rudolph. This part is solely for you, yes, no one else but you, you, you! My beloved santa claus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I will repent and do charity. In fact, I will follow my mum to her praying trip, which involves me waking up very early in the process. How's that for a change huh santa?? A good deal right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ps. So santa you better stop this curse of mine or I will bleach your red santa suit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;With tons of love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;   pink bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5741241472700466928?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5741241472700466928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5741241472700466928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5741241472700466928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5741241472700466928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-keep-on-falling.html' title='i keep on falling...'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-40257163610293041</id><published>2008-12-16T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:23:55.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo and crazy pink bag</title><content type='html'>I believed that I'm currently suffering from insomnia again. I just refuse to sleep. Why? Actually I think it's due to the nightmare I had 2 days before. It was a terrible nightmare; I dreamnt that my dad died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I hate this kind of nightmares. I still remember vividly I awoke from the nightmare feeling such despair that are simply indescribable beyond words and left me so miserable. And I cried later on. I know it's stupid but I guess the emotions and feelings I had from my nightmare still lingered on with me even after I've left that nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this post is offensive to people who had lost their father or mother, but it's really unintentional. I can never share the same grief with you all just yet. But I guess I know tiny bit how you guys feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember once, I dreamnt that my mum died. I awoke with the same feeling; shock, sadness.. it was a mixture of feelings that I simply can't describe. I was so foolish that I went out to check if my mum was still alive back then. And what's more, it was five something in the morning. I was so glad when I heard her snores hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, losing both my parents, my siblings, my family members, my loved ones and my friends are my greatest fear. I once told Mun Cheng that I am selfish in the sense that I want to die first so that I will be the one leaving everyone else. I just do not want to endure the experience of losing someone. Yes, I know that my parents will die someday. I know it's unavoidable and I know very well that I will have to endure the grief somehow. Yet, I am very much afraid that I will not be that strong to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2.37 a.m as I'm typing now and I'm still having this fear of falling asleep. I'm just too scared if I'll have another nightmare of this sort. Yes, I admit this is very childish of me but I just can't help it. Oh my god, what am I going to do with myself??!!!! This is the freaking month that I'm supposed to sleep like a pig and hibernate like a polar bear!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up pink bag, grow up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go buy sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe ask my ex biology teacher&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(the one with the chibi maruko hairstyle)&lt;/span&gt; to start her lecture. It works like some kind of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleeping pills. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I love comparing my teachers' hairstyles to chibi maruko chan's. Haha. And I didn't even finished watching a full episode of chibi maruko chan. The malay subbed version is just too stupid for me to endure haha. But the song is just so stupidly catchy. pili pala pili pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember, both Wai Yan and I used to name that hairstyle "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pili pala eh tamo&lt;/span&gt;", loosely translated as "the pili pala hairstyle". It all started back in secondary school when both Wai Yan and I were walking behind my biology teacher who just had a new haircut. Then I started laughing out of nowhere and said that it looks like pili pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brand.ef360.com/EditManager/UploadBrand_01/200692715214575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 362px;" src="http://brand.ef360.com/EditManager/UploadBrand_01/200692715214575.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;the pili pala hairstyle!&lt;br /&gt;....the ugly version of the bob hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess both of us are very creative in describing hairstyles. From the "pili pala eh tamo" to the "ko leh chai hua eh tamo" (cabbage hairstyle). Haha.. another one might be offensive to a group of people so I'm not mentioning it here =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit, when I was looking for a chibi maruko chan's picture to put in this post, I actually started to type pili pala at google. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked, what I've found! They even have the live version of pili pala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa34/maverick-eririn/51YMVC84R9L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 413px;" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa34/maverick-eririn/51YMVC84R9L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what, I think the perfect match for pili pala is none other than..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/span&gt; SIN CHAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/manga/1/0/Q/A/-/-/shinchan1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 393px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/manga/1/0/Q/A/-/-/shinchan1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!! Match made in heaven darlings!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember who used to read crayon sin chan comics til cannot concentrate to study for exams. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*cough cough*&lt;/span&gt; Will the real sin chan fan please stand up, please stand up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I admit that I used to describe Song Seong Heon's eyebrows as sin chan's eyebrows. Hahaha.. that's the creative side of mine =P What to do, I disliked him in Autumn In My Heart &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(the drama I watched just for the sake of watching Won Bin huhuhu)&lt;/span&gt;. So everything I see about him is just wrong, wrong, wrong!!! Won Bin all the way people!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.showwallpaper.com/external/Korean_Star/Song_Seung_Heon/Song_Seung_Heon_050015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.showwallpaper.com/external/Korean_Star/Song_Seung_Heon/Song_Seung_Heon_050015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;sama?? ya sama dengan crayon sin chan punya rambut... what do you call eyebrows in malay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look where have I gone to. From being totally emo to pili pala. I guess I should pluck in my earphone and listen to mp3s til I fall asleep. No, not that pili pala songs please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-40257163610293041?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/40257163610293041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=40257163610293041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/40257163610293041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/40257163610293041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/12/emo-and-crazy-pink-bag.html' title='emo and crazy pink bag'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8989666231426048886</id><published>2008-12-11T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:29:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight and pink bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng&lt;/span&gt;.... the long awaited review of the Twilight movie by pink bag is finally here after much delay. Well, this is specially written for those who waited for it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guak guak guak&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Fine, I get it. No one waited for it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/span&gt; But well just pretend to be anxious alright?? It'll give you the right feel when you read the latter part of this post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to be a good girl and waited until my finals are over before watching my vampire boyfriend on the big screen. I have to admit it was partly due to the bad reviews I've read and heard as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 644px;" src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;My vampire boyfriend and me in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. As I've heard the reviews and watched a few scenes here and there, I've actually convinced myself that the girl who played Bella, Kirsten Stewart is a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayu&lt;/span&gt; and her voice is kinda monotone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it's a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong&lt;/span&gt; steam from here. When I watched it, holy comoly! Robert Pattinson's acting is in fact kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayu &lt;/span&gt;as well. I should've believed Wai Yan when she told me this. But I thought, it's the MAIN character. It can't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad! The part where Edward told Bella &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"You are my life now."&lt;/span&gt; OMFG, it's said with zero emotions in it. If I were Bella I would've have told him &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"HA-HA. I don't believe you. *snort snort*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lucky for me and for them, both of their acting got better as the movie went on. Or in my sister's words: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Maybe you got used to the bad acting haha."&lt;/span&gt; Maybe. Thank goodness the scene of Edward playing the piano saved Robert Pattinson from my axe. Holy cow, he looks so so freaking hot playing the piano! And Bella&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just have to spoil the scene &lt;/span&gt;by appearing next to him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;%#$*&amp;amp;@$&amp;amp;!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Potong steam betoi~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*pink bag explodes from extreme geram-ness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one who stole my breath away in the movie was none other than &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Carlisle Cullen&lt;/span&gt;!! Holy cow! How hot can a doctor get? The scene he's examining Bella in the hospital, sigh sigh sigh... And he plays baseball in a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaya &lt;/span&gt;manner too! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*weeps from amazement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm300/HolMarClark/Carlsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 281px;" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm300/HolMarClark/Carlsie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Wanna play baseball with me?" HELL YEAH! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*nosebleed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished my doctor is that hot. I still remember the day before I went to the Adventist Hospital, I was wondering if I'll have to undergo surgery and such but then I calmed myself down by telling myself, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Oh well, if the doctor is as hot as Dr. Cullen, then I wouldn't mind. LOL! He can operate my anytime! And bite me in the process.. HAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my doctor turned out to be one old chinese dude and the doctors I consult everytime are Indians. Plurgh. Tough luck I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the review. Actually, I feel that the co-stars act better than the two lead stars. Haha. Seriously. The co-stars in fact, I think, saved the movie. Heck, even the villains are cool. I kinda like James and Victoria. And Bella's dad is kinda funny too. The gun scene, LOL. It's so original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite scene would no doubt be the baseball scene. Dang,  now I wanna play baseball with my vampire boyfriend and his family. If, they even exist in the first place. Haha. The fighting scenes fared not too bad either. But dang, it's cut way too short. Before I knew it, it's already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.V.E.R&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;^&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;**%#$$%!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, for those people who read the book before watching a movie, the usual complain would be... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "IT'S SO DIFFERENT FROM THE BOOK!!" &lt;/span&gt;Don't worry peeps, I share your grieve. Twilight is classified under this case as well. It's way too different from the book. I almost weep in the cinema for this reason. But I'm a tough girl =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, the meadow!! It's supposed to be Edward's and Bella's place. It's the meadow for god's sake!! It was not emphasized that it's their special place at all  in the movie. And where the heck did the "spider monkey" came from? Damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cilaka&lt;/span&gt;. Well I could go on forever on my dissatisfaction on this movie, but I'll spare you guys from this torment. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the problem with this movie is it didn't manage to get the whole story from the book into the movie. The movie's way too fast paced in my opinion. Yet putting the whole book into the movie is an impossible task. And they have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gau gau&lt;/span&gt; add scenes that are not from the book and not relevant into this movie. HAIH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please please please, let &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; rocks my socks. But, it's the book that I hate most among all the 4 books. Somehow, I have this feeling that I'm gonna weep again in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I'll give this movie a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6/10&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to give it a 5/10 but I'll award it an extra 1/2 point for the piano and baseball scene and another extra 1/2 point for the hottie doc. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I think I'll be getting death threats for writing this review. Haha. For those who didn't read the book yet, PLEASE go and read it! It's way way way better than the movie!! Trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8989666231426048886?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8989666231426048886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8989666231426048886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8989666231426048886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8989666231426048886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-and-pink-bag.html' title='twilight and pink bag'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-4936351452503536841</id><published>2008-12-01T01:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:42:11.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag, the murderer</title><content type='html'>Before any of you go *GASP* OMFG or ha-ha, I would like to clarify that I, pink bag did not kill any human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I killed a cockroach for the very first time! YAY! I know, I know, it's damn lame beyond all reasons. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah lah &lt;/span&gt;I'm already 20 this year and it's the first time I killed a cockroach?! Haha, hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I got bored of studying and started to look around the house. And then I saw it. There it was, "standing" still but with its antenna twinging, it's signaling nothing but danger. Well to pink bag at least. I almost yelled out "DAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYY~~~~~~~"  but then I realize that daddy's not around here. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I call my cousin? But he's sleeping already and he's quite tired from his photography trip. I bet he would kill me first before killing the cockroach. So should I call for Micky's help then? But you know cockroaches, they run real fast and they tend to run in a ZIG-ZAG pattern. Not good, if it made Micky running after him and wrecking the whole house in the process. It will make my cousin and sister kill me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I just leave it there? But my "killing" instinct tells me that cockroaches are meant to be killed. They are just like mosquitoes. You have to kill them, unless you're a monk of course. But, they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; (the cockroaches, not the monks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhh...what should I do? I want to get rid of it but I'm too scared to kill it. I tried rolling up a newspaper and throw it on top of that pesky little thing but it ran away. $#@&amp;amp;*%$#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do then?? Holding the newspaper and smacking the cockroach with my hand will bring my precious hand way too close to that cockroach. Not good. Not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apa nak buat, apa nak buat&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of it. Yes, I finally found the answer to this! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIDSECT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I quickly ran up and get my equipment to kill that scary creature. And boy, that cockroach was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teng mia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan lasak &lt;/span&gt;. It was so hard to kill! It only managed to cross over after so many sprays of ridsect. And I made sure that he's gone for good by flushing it down in the toilet bowl hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/STLYfFQgK8I/AAAAAAAAAgs/6kmg6Ftj2ac/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/STLYfFQgK8I/AAAAAAAAAgs/6kmg6Ftj2ac/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274516142103210946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bye bye Mr. Cockroach you scary creature. Don't want to see you again!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 39px; height: 39px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-05.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 39px; height: 39px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-05.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 39px; height: 39px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-05.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got shot by Wai Yan for playing a JJ Lin song on my blog, I would like to defend myself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know you're going to shoot me like how the terrorist shot those helpless victims in Mumbai. Yes, I know you're going to say "I told you so! I told you that JJ Lin's songs are nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah... This particular song is nice. I admit that. I know, before this I always say "What's so nice about JJ? Teeth nice only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc125/teukmin/jj%20lin/5949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 592px;" src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc125/teukmin/jj%20lin/5949.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Attention Darlie and Colgate CEOs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink bag&lt;/span&gt; guarantees that JJ Lin will be a good ambassador for your products. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I await JJ Lin's fans to give me death threats for saying that. Sorry. Haha. But yeah, I guess he's talented, as he composed his own songs, yes? no? That's what I heard from my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I admit I played this song over and over again, on the laptop, on my phone, on the radio while I drove to uni. Yes, I admit I'm addicted to this song. Was, actually. I liked this song a few months ago hahaha, not just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to add that I do not intend to make a post about cockroach and JJ Lin together. It's purely unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, break time over. Time to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-4936351452503536841?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4936351452503536841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=4936351452503536841&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4936351452503536841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/4936351452503536841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink-bag-murderer.html' title='pink bag, the murderer'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/STLYfFQgK8I/AAAAAAAAAgs/6kmg6Ftj2ac/s72-c/DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-1936695196103878494</id><published>2008-11-29T02:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:11:50.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm having my finals in less than 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. It's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it sucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;during the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRGHHH!!! This stupid exams spoil everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't watch Twilight coz must study first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone has watched it but ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cilaka. Damn tak bagi muka la her hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least say uhh..ok la. NOT BAD. That would've been way better than&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I have this feeling that it's gonna suck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I'm counting the days.... Penang here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurney New Wing here I come!! Though many people said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind.. must experience it, so I can say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Shit. My life now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&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/4898813217578639433-1936695196103878494?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1936695196103878494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=1936695196103878494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1936695196103878494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1936695196103878494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-sucks.html' title='it sucks'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-1242739801998294969</id><published>2008-11-21T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:43:03.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retro's the in thing yo!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's with me, but recently I'm like so into listening to old songs. Not those old OLD songs, but 90s songs to be exact. Oldest, 80s. 80s songs are okay, some are really nice while some are just...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me turning 20 a few days ago. Maybe it's the quarter life crisis, that's if I ever live up to the age of 80. And a really big thank you to those who wished me and gave me presents, and especially top those who made phone calls and sms-es from all afar, thanks a lot. You guys really don't have to do that. International calls and sms-es ain't cheap you know??!! And to those who didn't wished me or do anything at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jmorganmarketing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/you_suck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.jmorganmarketing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/you_suck1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, joking. I'm not really bothered this time around. Don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. I really appreciate songs from the 90s or the 80s. I really do. For example, like the song by The Bangles that's playing in my blog right now, I L.O.V.E it. 80s artistes are really some greats ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Belinda Carlisle&lt;/span&gt;? She's the one who sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Heaven is a Place on Earth"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Circle in the Sand" and "In Too Deep"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mattislostintv.com/Blog/2007Q3/20070817/20070817_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 542px;" src="http://www.mattislostintv.com/Blog/2007Q3/20070817/20070817_010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 80s artiste whom I loved would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The Bangles&lt;/span&gt;. Wait, actually I only like 2 of their songs. But you get the idea, don't you? And those 2 songs that I like are&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Manic Monday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"If She Knew What She Wants"&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepage.mac.com/onehundredbhq/.Public/bangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="http://homepage.mac.com/onehundredbhq/.Public/bangles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to write longer. But, I think I'll do another post on 90s music...uhh..soon. Have to do my assignments and study for finals!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-1242739801998294969?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1242739801998294969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=1242739801998294969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1242739801998294969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/1242739801998294969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/retros-in-thing-yo.html' title='retro&apos;s the in thing yo!'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-3042566451479640525</id><published>2008-11-16T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:39:11.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary stuffs</title><content type='html'>Alright, now's time for a new post..on scary stuffs. Better do it now before &lt;a href="http://zzz-xiang.blogspot.com/"&gt;zhi xiang&lt;/a&gt; claims that bagtales has turned into a mushroom farm or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most Malaysians, when you travel on the highway, do you notice that it's not just you and the cars? I mean don't count the people and vehicles, the dead goats by the road side and the &lt;del&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anti rasuah&lt;/span&gt; police.. Put those aside, do you realize that YOU ARE NOT ALONE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..that's right. They ARE THERE. Whether you realize it or not, whether you like it or not, they are there to stay. They may come alone, in two's or more and they may take many shapes and sizes too. But usually, they'll just stick to one; the textbook shape and I still couldn't figure out why they like to appear in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them prefer to appear on high areas and scare the hell out of you when you decided to look up while you're driving, while some like to play peek-a-boo with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure, when you see them, they'll make you pee in your pants and press on the brake real hard. This sometimes unfortunately, resulted in not so nice scenarios = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now, most of you would've know what I'm talking about right? Yes, it's the unspeakable topic. But as they say, words spread from mouth to mouth. Their spots of appearence will get to people, no matter how discreet they are. But, they will never go away and will continue to haunt you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see them, every single time I use the highway. They scare me a little, but.. I'll toughen myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, they're just cameras anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Yeah, I was talking bout the hidden cameras on the highways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn %$#@*&amp;amp;^$#@%&amp;amp;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't realize there's more than the ones I've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$%&amp;amp;*#$@%&amp;amp;*(^$#$^&amp;amp;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$%&amp;amp;*(%$%^&amp;amp;*(*^!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^*%$#$%^!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, according to my cousin, the roads that I use to get to uni won't have any cameras. And, he claimed that those were for surveillance purposes. Better be true. If I ever received any summonses, I'll export Bobby and Micky to Korea. And I bet I'll make a lot of money, if they measure by weight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this story, I am so annoyed by those lorries who think that they are Ferrari-s. Aarrgghh, there's a thing called The Left Lane/Inner Lane.. designed specially for SLOW vehicles like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lorries &lt;/span&gt;you know. Damn annoying especially when they travel like 40km/h on the most outer lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, basically I lead a monotonous lifestyle right now. Tests, assignments and presentations. Endless of them. God, I'm so tired. I wished I could lead Bobby's lifestyle, which is eat, sleep, pee and shit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypo &lt;/span&gt;here and there, and be heroic if nessacary and leave the mess for others to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely would that be huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I would like to remind you that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SSAi9l89HoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RqVwrKwpa7g/s1600-h/cctv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SSAi9l89HoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RqVwrKwpa7g/s320/cctv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269250005578620546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I'll be watching you.."&lt;/span&gt; says the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;hardworking anti rasuah police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-3042566451479640525?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3042566451479640525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=3042566451479640525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/3042566451479640525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/3042566451479640525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/scary-stuffs.html' title='scary stuffs'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SSAi9l89HoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RqVwrKwpa7g/s72-c/cctv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8839175159440783909</id><published>2008-11-07T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:23:22.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not dead yet</title><content type='html'>well...at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who thought that bagtales is dead or breeding fungus and mushroom, not to worry. bagtales is still alive and was just ...umm.. hibernating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and phew, the last two weeks were pretty hectic for me. tests, assignments and more assignments to be handed up. so i have to set my priorities right. studies first, blog second. ok fine, studies first, sleep second, blog third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh when was the last time i blogged in the morning? i know most of you must be wondering, "WHAT??! you're awake in the morning??!!" actually i'm supposed to be at my class right now hahaha. but oh well.. my lecturer can wait for another 5 minutes. i bet he's gonna flip when he sees me there for the first time in his replacement class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nah..i didn't turn into a hardworking pink bag suddenly. it's just that i'm going back to penang later and since my sister was having her last day of her finals, i came to his class after sending her to her uni. and boy, UM is one confusing place! i thought i have lost my way in there for a moment just now but luckily, pink bag is equipped with a GPS inside her (meaning she has a very good sense of direction for those who don't get it heh)  and kah khim, you're in the engineering faculty? no? i passed by your faculty just now lol.  and being in UM, i realize people there dressed up so decently! i feel so... there hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..i think i better go to my class right now. will blog properly later on..about scary stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8839175159440783909?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8839175159440783909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8839175159440783909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8839175159440783909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8839175159440783909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='i&apos;m not dead yet'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-5906898943738193069</id><published>2008-10-23T08:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:11:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bobby is looking for a wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP_LERdlLpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Cq9ZpN2dh5o/s1600-h/1_997093113l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP_LERdlLpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Cq9ZpN2dh5o/s400/1_997093113l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260146164059418258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP_K16grk_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Z8poiqIq7jI/s1600-h/1_883777812l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP_K16grk_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Z8poiqIq7jI/s400/1_883777812l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260145917380236274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is looking for a female beagle to breed his Bobby with. As Bobby is very mild tempered and obedient for a beagle, he would like to keep his... umm descendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is born in the year 2002, which makes him six this year. He is of tri-colour as you can see from the pictures and weighs about 13kg. Bobby is microchipped and has all the papers required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very obedient in the sense that he listens to commands and is very well toilet trained. The exceptional thing about Bobby is he is very quiet and only barks when he sees other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criteria required for Bobby's wife-to-be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;of tri-clolour like Bobby, if possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;must have the papers as required&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is living in the Peninsular Malaysia, preferably in the Klang Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If anyone is interested, please leave your email in the comment. Feel free to ask if you would like to know more info on Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-5906898943738193069?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5906898943738193069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=5906898943738193069&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5906898943738193069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/5906898943738193069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/bobby-is-looking-for-wife.html' title='bobby is looking for a wife'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP_LERdlLpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Cq9ZpN2dh5o/s72-c/1_997093113l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6146956837320269653</id><published>2008-10-22T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:30:20.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things i hate about you</title><content type='html'>Do you guys know the movie&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP9ANdmwRwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/c0IuCXoQRFg/s1600-h/ten_things_i_hate_about_you_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP9ANdmwRwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/c0IuCXoQRFg/s320/ten_things_i_hate_about_you_ver1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259993489821681410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles are the main cast of this movie and yes, this is the movie made Heath Ledger rose to stardom in 1999! I know, I know... most of you must be thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"There she goes again.. blabbering on and on again about her beloved Heath Ledger"&lt;/span&gt;. But you know what? I can't stop. So sue me if you must. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't heard of this movie before, pink bag is honoured to be at your service to provide you with the summary of the movie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Adapted from William Shakespeare's play "The Taming of the Shrew," 10 Things I Hate About You starts off with Cameron, new student at Padua High, sitting in the office of the quirky guidance counselor Ms. Perky. He is then shown around the school by Michael, who will become his best friend. During his tour is when Cameron first sees Bianca Stratford, a beautiful sophomore with one problem: she isn't allowed to date. And neither is her "shrew" sister, Katarina, a senior who loves indie rock and feminist prose and hates conformity. But Kat and Bianca's father alter's his house rule: now, Bianca can date... as long as Kat has a date, too. Now, in order for Cameron to date Bianca, he has to find someone to date Kat. So Michael helps him enlist the help of pretty-boy/jerk/model Joey Donner, tricking him into thinking that *he* will get to take Bianca out if he pays someone to take out Kat. His choice: Patrick Verona, a bad-boy with a mysterious reputation--some say he ate a live duck once, others that he lit a state trooper on fire, and even more claim that he had a brief porn career. Will Patrick win Kat's heart? Will Cameron win Bianca's? Or will everything hit the fan...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those who think nothing of this movie, well entertain me for a while please ok? Save me some face &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first watched this movie back when I was like... 13? I don't know, maybe younger. But I remember one guy from this movie is hot = Heath Ledger. *Ahem. Anyway, I think nothing much of this movie though as there are a lot of this kind of movies back then. And I was too young to understand some of the jokes too. How naive of me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what made me wanna watch it so suddenly? Well I was listening to All My Life by Kci and Jojo a couple of weeks ago, and suddenly I remembered that this song was played in this movie! Next, the image of Heath Ledger from this movie came to my mind.. and thus, my craving for this movie. I'm like a pregnant lady you know, but much worse. I crave for food like how a pregnant lady does, but I crave for songs and movies as well. With all my cravings, I'll definitely put pregnant women to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got to watch this movie yesterday. But you know what happened?? I didn't manage to find the part that has the All My Life song in it. Yet, I do remember very well that this movie has the song in it. Oh well, maybe I was to sleepy at that time but I persist on to finish the movie. Thus, my brain was only half working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really do enjoy the movie. It has become one of my favourite movies of all time! And it's not because Heath Ledger is in it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I guess I have to watch it again to find that part with the All My Life song =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, watching this movie will make me sad as I'll be reminded that Heath Ledger is dead and playing harp in heaven already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 51px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-13.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 51px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-13.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 51px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-13.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, those images above are very wrong to depict my beloved Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a better picture of him from the movie. Remember him by THIS PICTURE, NOT the 3 small pictures above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP8-PUIhz3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/L8_SkekLmQ4/s1600-h/213-38688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP8-PUIhz3I/AAAAAAAAAfk/L8_SkekLmQ4/s200/213-38688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259991322615467890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes, he was very young when he acted in this movie, probably 18 or 19.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Twilight is going to be shown in Malaysia on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th of November &lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my finals is starting on the 29th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 55px; height: 55px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 55px; height: 55px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 55px; height: 55px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_msn_smileys/onion_msn_smileys-02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, now I'm deliberating if I should watch it before my finals or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the latest issue of the Galaxie has a Twilight poster in it!! I've gotten my copy. Go get yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP9Ccta3aKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4_DZzR8lE1E/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP9Ccta3aKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4_DZzR8lE1E/s320/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995950788077730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize more and more people can't recognise me anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Accountant-to-be &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Doctor-To-Be&lt;/span&gt; could not recognise me until I walk up to their faces. Make me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malu &lt;/span&gt;only as I waving at them from a distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ree Nee couldn't recognise me as well, until she came nearer. She claimed that I've changed so much. Did I? I wasn't aware of that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my mum will recognise me when I go back this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 64px; height: 64px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/onion_gifs_emoticons/onion_gifs_emoticons-18.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-6146956837320269653?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6146956837320269653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=6146956837320269653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6146956837320269653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/6146956837320269653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things i hate about you'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SP9ANdmwRwI/AAAAAAAAAf8/c0IuCXoQRFg/s72-c/ten_things_i_hate_about_you_ver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8262581693495915583</id><published>2008-10-16T14:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:21:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mamma mia!</title><content type='html'>Here I go again..my my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially addicted to the songs from the soundtrack of the Mamma Mia movie. Yes, after watching the movie last with with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an accountant-to-be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a doctor-to-be&lt;/span&gt;.... I am so in love with the songs from the movie. After I reached home, I was listening to the song Super Trouper again and again and again, repeating it so many times that probably Bobby and Micky will bark to its tune in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SPbqZRvOGfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/WVaNQouL-Bg/s1600-h/51GXIzboOGL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SPbqZRvOGfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/WVaNQouL-Bg/s320/51GXIzboOGL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257647334980721138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;bobby and micky loves listening to this cd as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why that song and not some other songs? Well it's the one song I remembered that is nice from the movie. Yeah..I have a fish's memory. While I was in the process of teaching Bobby and Micky to bark to the tune of Super Trouper, their father (my cousin) was around and he remarked watched the movie too he loves the songs as well! So he asked me to get the cd for him , and obviously pink bag is a good cousin, so pink bag graciously did all the work &lt;del&gt;on my shopping trip&lt;/del&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the thing with my cousin, he buys original cds only and pink bag is like a remora fish. So, pink bag buys the cd for him, he gives me back the money and I get to listen to the cd. HAHAHA! I know I'm like so ze terrible... But I can't help it. The cd is there screaming and asking me to listen to it. Yeah something like the what the &lt;a href="http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-toilet-story.html"&gt;disabled toilet&lt;/a&gt; did to me. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SPbskW5HcyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jY9pPuak_L0/s1600-h/265827061_fcd58bb64d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SPbskW5HcyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jY9pPuak_L0/s320/265827061_fcd58bb64d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257649724366222114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yes, no more ikan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;remona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; crap. Yeah I actually wrote ikan renoma( the famous underwear brand)  in my biology test and got points for that. HAHA. I was my biology teacher's pet, even though I hate biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the songs in the cd, these songs are the are currently stuck in my dory brain :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Last Summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Lay All Your Love On Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Trouper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Gimme Gimme Gimme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, though I wasn't an ABBA fan before, but now,hmm.. I don't know. Truth to be told, I haven't listened to the ABBA's version of these songs. And now I'm so tempted to watch the broadway version of Mamma Mia! which will be staged in Istana Budaya at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SPbqoxhxptI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zi6dIODAvRQ/s1600-h/MammaMia.3007.05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SPbqoxhxptI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zi6dIODAvRQ/s320/MammaMia.3007.05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257647601212303058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But have you guys seen the price of the tickets to the show?! Looks like I have to sell one of my kidneys first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-07.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-07.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-07.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8262581693495915583?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8262581693495915583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8262581693495915583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8262581693495915583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8262581693495915583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamma-mia.html' title='mamma mia!'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SPbqZRvOGfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/WVaNQouL-Bg/s72-c/51GXIzboOGL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-8248438107809324151</id><published>2008-10-09T15:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T02:44:03.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my toilet story</title><content type='html'>I was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.flyfm.com.my/"&gt;Fly fm&lt;/a&gt;'s Pagi Show the other day as usual while I drove to my uni. The topic they were talking about that morning was quite interesting ; public toilets, do you use them and how do you use them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So now the question is... does pink bag uses public toilets and how does pink bag uses them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The multi million dollar answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I use them! If not, I would have died from kidney problem years ago. BUT, if I know that I'm going to head home soon and the public toilet there is very dirty and smelly, then NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really have to go, then usually I'll go to the cubicle that has the squat toilet. Then at least my butt won't have to touch the dirty toilet bowl seat you know? BUT, worse to worst, if all of the cubicles are full and there's only the seat toilet bowl cubicle that's available.. well, then no choice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I sit on the filthy public toilet bowl that has drops of yucky, yellow urine on it willingly just like that? HELL NO. Normally, when I have to sit on the toilet bowl, I will do a ritual first; I will dance around the toilet bowl in circles ten times before i sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not quite true, not true at all! Actually, before I sit on the toilet bowl, I will do this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SO4UGFRp3qI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4azI1omFxOY/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SO4UGFRp3qI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4azI1omFxOY/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255159909915942562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yes, my butt are made out of gold. And thank you to my college for sponsoring me the tissues used in the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would like to share with you my toilet story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten where this happened actually. I just remember that I was walking around and suddenly I have that punching feeling in my stomach. This indicates nothing else other than that I have to go to the toilet A.S.A.P. So I was speeding my way to the toilet like Speedy Gonzalez, without the yeeba yeeba andele andele of course. However I swear, at that time, maybe I was running even faster than Usain Bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally reached the toilet, damn! It was crowded! How wonderful. A shitting party. Having no other choices, I have to queue up merrily  along side with other shitting party goers. And do you know what's the climax of this shitting party? Yes, you've guessed it right. I ended up last one standing outside... alone and still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys know the feeling. When you have to go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to go right&lt;/span&gt;? And there it was, peeking through my glances, every inch of it looking so very inviting. Its opened door was outshining all those closed loser cubicles. Then, as if it's whispering to me.. slowly its voice growing louder and louder until it screams &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND SHIT PINK BAG OR YOU'RE GOING TO SHIT ON THE FLOOR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, pink bag you can't. You cannot enter that cubicle. This is morally incorrect. I've been taught since I was small that I cannot enter this place and that square sign on the door acts as a perfect reminder for me; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this toilet is reserved for the disabled&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The disabled!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not disabled! Okay maybe mentally sometimes? Haha.. okay, this is not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time as I'm arguing with myself, the screaming voice came again &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR PINK BAG? ARE YOU TESTING YOUR BLADDER SYSTEM?!"&lt;/span&gt; But no, I wasn't going to move an inch. I would not give in so easily. I've decided that I will wait until the other party goers are done. However, the voice reached out to me again, more persuasive this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Oh come on pink bag, just this one time? I promise I won't tell anyone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"No, I can't. This is wrong. And please... as if you can talk to people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"I'm talking to you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SO5EHv5WFFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bfai1GHy21s/s1600-h/disabled-toilet-contras-opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SO5EHv5WFFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bfai1GHy21s/s320/disabled-toilet-contras-opt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255212715094709330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Okay, maybe a talking toilet is scary. But do you know what is even more scary? You talking to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was debating with the disabled toilet for a while and clearly I was fighting a losing battle. No choice, but to give in and have my second war in the toilet bowl. After I was done, then came the final hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Oh shit! What am I going to do now? What if there's people outside and they see me walking out from a disabled toilet? Should I just pretend to limp or something or should I give them the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;'what are you looking at look?'&lt;/span&gt; ? Oh please, disabled toilet, do give me some ideas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"I've given you my service. You're on your own man this time. Ciao~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was listening so intently through the door if there's any footsteps outside. Is the line clear?  I think it is. Ok, time for another Speedy Gonzalez act. So, in precisely 9.69 seconds, matching Usain Bolt's time, I unlocked the door, washed my hands, sprinted out from the washroom and not giving it another look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I am so not going to use a disabled toilet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-8248438107809324151?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8248438107809324151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=8248438107809324151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8248438107809324151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/8248438107809324151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-toilet-story.html' title='my toilet story'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4I0TWu4qSA/SO4UGFRp3qI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4azI1omFxOY/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-7990859499397833332</id><published>2008-10-04T04:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T04:51:01.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for bleach fans...again</title><content type='html'>a new commercial on the new bleach movie is out! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(well..actually there are two commercials before this. if you wanna watch them.. hahaha..umm..be a bit hardworking and look up for it in youtube yeah? =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_FNjFZ_hTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_FNjFZ_hTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't understand japanese like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here, have no fear as pink bag is here &lt;del&gt;again&lt;/del&gt;! here's the translation to the dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Rukia: "What are you doing, idiot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Rukia: "What's with that gloomy look on your face!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Rukia: "We are... nakama aren't we?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rukia, there is no way I will forget you!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no.. the "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!~~~&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  is not a part from the dialogue tee hee =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;if this movie turns out to be very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;potong steam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and focuses on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm gonna send hate mails to kubo tite everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;god... this is so not working for me ok??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have 2 assignments to finish and 1 test to study for and i'm doing this at 4.17 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well.. clearly i was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;distracted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;      =.='''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and i have to wait until next year to watch the subbed version of this movie??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;unless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;any kind soul is willing to sponsor me to japan on dec 13...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-10.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/040-onion_msn_smilies/cebollita_animated_onion/cebollita_animated_onion-10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; men are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;not nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; men are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;4. the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; men are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;5. the men who are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; not so handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, but are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; men, have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;6. the men who are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; not so handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, but are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; with money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we are only after their money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;7. the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;without money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;after our money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;8. the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; handsome men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, who are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;not so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;somewhat heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;don't think we are beautiful enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;9. the men who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;think we are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, that are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;,  and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;somewhat nice have money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cowards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;10. the men who are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;somewhat &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;somewhat&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;have some &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; and thank God are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;never make the first move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;11. the men who&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;never make the first move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so turning into an old spinster who keeps lots of cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;i think i should stop cursing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby steps you know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeah..my assignment is driving me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;maybe i should find a cave and meditate there to find some inspiration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;maybe..just maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and i think my hair has stopped growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;maybe i should cut it short again and cry myself to death in regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and i'm still wondering why i'm wasting my time typing this at&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2.52 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;must. stop. now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898813217578639433-2441098759401793572?l=bagtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2441098759401793572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898813217578639433&amp;postID=2441098759401793572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2441098759401793572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898813217578639433/posts/default/2441098759401793572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bagtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-ladies-today-are-still-single.html' title='why ladies today are still single?'/><author><name>pinkbag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11332086950458014026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898813217578639433.post-6269117675540668546</id><published>2008-09-28T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:34:49.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were... in my past lives</title><content type='html'>i was reading&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/"&gt; the star newspaper&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago and i came across a very interesting article. basically, it was about our past lives. interested? wanna read it? why.. have no fear, pink bag is here and you can read it &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2008/9/7/lifefocus/1901408&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are to lazy to move your mouse over to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;word and go to the star's website to read it, pink bag is being very nice (as usual) so i'm go
