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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGQHs8fCp7ImA9WhVTGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880</id><updated>2012-03-04T14:07:01.574+08:00</updated><title>voice it out - the way to confess</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess" /><feedburner:info uri="voiceitout-thewaytoconfess" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAAQX07eip7ImA9WhRUEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-4812097555958298429</id><published>2012-01-20T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:29:00.302+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T12:29:00.302+08:00</app:edited><title>A Trip To Hatyai</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r0qawBUYwM8bDIP-FGd1fGku1Gs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r0qawBUYwM8bDIP-FGd1fGku1Gs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r0qawBUYwM8bDIP-FGd1fGku1Gs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r0qawBUYwM8bDIP-FGd1fGku1Gs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was my first time to Hatyai and even though it was raining here and  there, that didn't stop us from having fun in Hatyai.. I went with my  colleagues; Poh Ling, Georgie, Shahrul and Dinesh. We had a blast there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the best Gelato ice cream in Hatyai and things there were cheap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUzL0yZP34o/TxZWj9w8UlI/AAAAAAAABOk/666xa_mxTEw/s1600/IMG_9779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUzL0yZP34o/TxZWj9w8UlI/AAAAAAAABOk/666xa_mxTEw/s400/IMG_9779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698837554359194194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6mH8_Qd4Gw/TxZWjUmQlKI/AAAAAAAABOY/70K-s5Ho3kc/s1600/IMG_9774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6mH8_Qd4Gw/TxZWjUmQlKI/AAAAAAAABOY/70K-s5Ho3kc/s400/IMG_9774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698837543308530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the time we were spotted eating everywhere and I just love the  McDonald's there, not because they have pork burger but they have a lot more variety for us to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhz62LxJgYw/TxZWkoBfZdI/AAAAAAAABOw/RHfMwYmHdeU/s1600/IMG_9806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhz62LxJgYw/TxZWkoBfZdI/AAAAAAAABOw/RHfMwYmHdeU/s400/IMG_9806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698837565702890962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went for a decent 2-hour massage for only RM40, WTF?!?! Only  RM40, yes, it's only RM40 for a 2-hour full body massage, you can only  get it there in Hatyai. It's impossible to get that price over here  anywhere in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWB8x2D97Wg/TxZeACb56tI/AAAAAAAABO8/JFkzVipVll4/s1600/IMG_9841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWB8x2D97Wg/TxZeACb56tI/AAAAAAAABO8/JFkzVipVll4/s400/IMG_9841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698845733230865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight characters in Thai, can only get it here in Thailand.. Somehow I just find it funny to see them appeared in the magazine with Thai words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzNssi6GZZA/TxZeAXQ-y5I/AAAAAAAABPI/vjGugUY0DTQ/s1600/IMG_9802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzNssi6GZZA/TxZeAXQ-y5I/AAAAAAAABPI/vjGugUY0DTQ/s400/IMG_9802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698845738822192018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, it was a great trip and look forward to more exciting trips in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-4812097555958298429?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/BqCSRlLdQbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4812097555958298429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2012/01/trip-to-hatyai.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/4812097555958298429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/4812097555958298429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/BqCSRlLdQbQ/trip-to-hatyai.html" title="A Trip To Hatyai" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUzL0yZP34o/TxZWj9w8UlI/AAAAAAAABOk/666xa_mxTEw/s72-c/IMG_9779.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2012/01/trip-to-hatyai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMAQXY6fip7ImA9WhRVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-1482416602433455066</id><published>2012-01-19T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:14:00.816+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T12:14:00.816+08:00</app:edited><title>My Graduation Updates</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8uT2Xn-nJLkkX6glzahhwMFWhJc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8uT2Xn-nJLkkX6glzahhwMFWhJc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8uT2Xn-nJLkkX6glzahhwMFWhJc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8uT2Xn-nJLkkX6glzahhwMFWhJc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's been a while since I graduated from my Flight Attendant Initial Training and the latest update I received, they have already confirmed me. I guess my performance is good and not only that I am the best trainee in my batch, I am also the first to be confirmed.. What a shock but I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my batchmates a lot.. Miss you guys and take care always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqaIRWPVwGo/TxZJNWL55hI/AAAAAAAABOA/dTIoCqq7tMs/s1600/IMG_9675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqaIRWPVwGo/TxZJNWL55hI/AAAAAAAABOA/dTIoCqq7tMs/s400/IMG_9675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698822872126580242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dztE3TEmTMo/TxZJND_1axI/AAAAAAAABN0/2Zf5bVDVA8U/s1600/IMG_9678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dztE3TEmTMo/TxZJND_1axI/AAAAAAAABN0/2Zf5bVDVA8U/s400/IMG_9678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698822867244116754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RohwPKVFP3o/TxZJN7EmbLI/AAAAAAAABOM/z7lJ46fjK_E/s1600/IMG_9576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RohwPKVFP3o/TxZJN7EmbLI/AAAAAAAABOM/z7lJ46fjK_E/s400/IMG_9576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698822882028055730" 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/6003065175813155880-1482416602433455066?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/1NPTEhueByY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/1482416602433455066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-graduation-updates.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1482416602433455066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1482416602433455066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/1NPTEhueByY/my-graduation-updates.html" title="My Graduation Updates" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqaIRWPVwGo/TxZJNWL55hI/AAAAAAAABOA/dTIoCqq7tMs/s72-c/IMG_9675.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-graduation-updates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcASH8yfCp7ImA9WhRVGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-1573468845926044395</id><published>2012-01-18T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:14:09.194+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T12:14:09.194+08:00</app:edited><title>Late Christmas Updates</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fUsABGx7QRBHOwylitg_54wVVks/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fUsABGx7QRBHOwylitg_54wVVks/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fUsABGx7QRBHOwylitg_54wVVks/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fUsABGx7QRBHOwylitg_54wVVks/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was Christmas a month ago and I didn't have the chance to update my blog for ages. I thought it'd be great for me to upload some pictures of me with some of my colleagues. I don't really fancy taking pictures but at times I do like some cam-whoring moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7a4vEJ61uEM/TxZGZtiMLpI/AAAAAAAABNc/v3i2va_cNLQ/s1600/23122011779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7a4vEJ61uEM/TxZGZtiMLpI/AAAAAAAABNc/v3i2va_cNLQ/s400/23122011779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819786017615506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYnn3PUehKc/TxZGZYj_vBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/NPLc-c81w-4/s1600/23122011775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYnn3PUehKc/TxZGZYj_vBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/NPLc-c81w-4/s400/23122011775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819780388043794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Tj4sxcSUBk/TxZGaUSLTNI/AAAAAAAABNo/BrFJayJAajA/s1600/23122011783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Tj4sxcSUBk/TxZGaUSLTNI/AAAAAAAABNo/BrFJayJAajA/s400/23122011783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698819796419431634" 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/6003065175813155880-1573468845926044395?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/Dyt3sXftxdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/1573468845926044395/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2012/01/late-christmas-updates.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1573468845926044395?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1573468845926044395?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/Dyt3sXftxdI/late-christmas-updates.html" title="Late Christmas Updates" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7a4vEJ61uEM/TxZGZtiMLpI/AAAAAAAABNc/v3i2va_cNLQ/s72-c/23122011779.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2012/01/late-christmas-updates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GRn0ycSp7ImA9WhRSEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-8812032749145326461</id><published>2011-11-14T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:43:47.399+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T12:43:47.399+08:00</app:edited><title>Quantum Scalar Energy Pendant - RM400</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4GeFV2JZO7ZolnDJimliPieYP8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4GeFV2JZO7ZolnDJimliPieYP8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE6TEoSctac/TsCZgtmS9LI/AAAAAAAABNE/7fmZNSkv0cU/s1600/quantum-scalar-pendant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE6TEoSctac/TsCZgtmS9LI/AAAAAAAABNE/7fmZNSkv0cU/s400/quantum-scalar-pendant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674704317761909938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this modern world, we are exposed to many harmful electromagnetic waves and radiations. What I have today for sale is the Quantum Scalar Energy Pendant. Not only that it produces energy to the user, it also helps to enhance the body's biofield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pendant does promote positive flow of energy and it helps to maintain the energy balance of the user. Not only that it helps to maintain the energy balance in the body, most importantly it will also help to restore energy that has gone missing or become weak in the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this pendant will provide an optimum health and positive well being to the user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other health benefits are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduces Inflammation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enhances blood circulation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enhances body immune system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Protect from harmful radiations and viruses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increases energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enhances detoxification and cellular nutrition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anti aging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Promote recovery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to fight off cancer cells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increases focus and concentration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you can bring home this pendant at RM400 each, just contact me or drop me a line if you're interested. It's guaranteed 100% genuine made of volcanic minerals and mineral stones. This will also be a great gift to give to someone special on his/her birthday. Buy 2 pendants at RM750. Contact me for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-8812032749145326461?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/xUyIuKDBpi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8812032749145326461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/11/quantum-scalar-energy-pendant-rm400.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/8812032749145326461?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/8812032749145326461?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/xUyIuKDBpi4/quantum-scalar-energy-pendant-rm400.html" title="Quantum Scalar Energy Pendant - RM400" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE6TEoSctac/TsCZgtmS9LI/AAAAAAAABNE/7fmZNSkv0cU/s72-c/quantum-scalar-pendant.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/11/quantum-scalar-energy-pendant-rm400.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DR3Y8fyp7ImA9WhRTE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-314256088519455127</id><published>2011-11-04T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:39:36.877+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-04T11:39:36.877+08:00</app:edited><title>The Woman That Sheds A Tear</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r-3FFxo-4iLBRidIuQGO_kUfO9E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r-3FFxo-4iLBRidIuQGO_kUfO9E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"  ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; "Because I'm a woman," she told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; "I don't understand," he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Later the little boy asked his father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; I gave her an Inner Strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  I gave her a Hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else  gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue  without complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; I gave her the Sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; I gave her Strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  I gave her Wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but  sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him  unfalteringly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; "You see my son," said God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this case, I am the woman that will shed my tears, not for no reason but under some circumstances that one doesn't endure or go through always in their daily life. This can only make me a stronger person and stand by the person I love most..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" class="fcg" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-314256088519455127?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/a4nNMmwGLCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/314256088519455127/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/11/woman-that-sheds-tear.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/314256088519455127?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/314256088519455127?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/a4nNMmwGLCk/woman-that-sheds-tear.html" title="The Woman That Sheds A Tear" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/11/woman-that-sheds-tear.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4AQXg9fCp7ImA9WhdaE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-8717961354274288282</id><published>2011-10-23T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T10:29:00.664+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T10:29:00.664+08:00</app:edited><title>Men In Maid/Heaven</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SUJQTKX-4db6HVVYKWWv_1CwWs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SUJQTKX-4db6HVVYKWWv_1CwWs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SUJQTKX-4db6HVVYKWWv_1CwWs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SUJQTKX-4db6HVVYKWWv_1CwWs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Good Morning Folks.. Have you had your breakfast? Would you want a breakfast on bed, do you want your breakfast to be served by these gorgeous men or would you want your breakfast to be served ON these IRRESISTIBLE men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, I want THEM ALL... ALL THE ABOVE!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-zZ-qtjYXY/ThVSjiF5TnI/AAAAAAAABHs/vfsHwQr6UME/s1600/naked-chef-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626494079869734514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-zZ-qtjYXY/ThVSjiF5TnI/AAAAAAAABHs/vfsHwQr6UME/s400/naked-chef-back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a bubbly butt he has, I don't mind my omelette to be served on that butt cheeks.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aL6Yz3BnRZw/ThVSjb4lzBI/AAAAAAAABHk/gxJasc0bQy4/s1600/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-2-mv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626494078203317266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aL6Yz3BnRZw/ThVSjb4lzBI/AAAAAAAABHk/gxJasc0bQy4/s400/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-2-mv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I wish my partner could be this hot and able to cook me delicious breakfast, lunch and dinner, but of course in that apron with nothing else on him.. LOL...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0r4XG87zHQ/ThVSi-j7HGI/AAAAAAAABHc/LBMWh0frD34/s1600/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-3-mv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626494070332005474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0r4XG87zHQ/ThVSi-j7HGI/AAAAAAAABHc/LBMWh0frD34/s400/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-3-mv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or a kitchen fight while trying to bake a cake?!? Hmmm, what say you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DraNdb-Ixl4/ThVSisxVpdI/AAAAAAAABHU/Wy3XM4eOeJ4/s1600/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-4-mv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626494065556432338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DraNdb-Ixl4/ThVSisxVpdI/AAAAAAAABHU/Wy3XM4eOeJ4/s400/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-4-mv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oven bake the meat so it's not that oily, what a thoughtful cook.. LOL.. OMG, I think I am getting high on sugar, sugar rush early morning..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzjLxhE_lPM/ThVSiQWHOII/AAAAAAAABHM/HoOXMHVlXhE/s1600/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-mv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626494057926047874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzjLxhE_lPM/ThVSiQWHOII/AAAAAAAABHM/HoOXMHVlXhE/s400/Naked-Chefs-Guys-1102-mv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you prefer just a dash of extra virgin olive oil (just like me) to go with that salad?? Or a dash of balsamic vinegar on that 'thing' behind that bowl? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, just a notti post to all the notti people who are reading my blog.. Have a great day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-8717961354274288282?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/EWiWKNZHqtE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8717961354274288282/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/men-in-maidheaven.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/8717961354274288282?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/8717961354274288282?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/EWiWKNZHqtE/men-in-maidheaven.html" title="Men In Maid/Heaven" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-zZ-qtjYXY/ThVSjiF5TnI/AAAAAAAABHs/vfsHwQr6UME/s72-c/naked-chef-back.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/men-in-maidheaven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABRHY7cCp7ImA9WhdaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-1670776395687028756</id><published>2011-10-20T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:49:15.808+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T13:49:15.808+08:00</app:edited><title>Limited Connection</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bZsRrh5sYALLWtpmUEHeciX7gM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bZsRrh5sYALLWtpmUEHeciX7gM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bZsRrh5sYALLWtpmUEHeciX7gM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bZsRrh5sYALLWtpmUEHeciX7gM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's so upsetting and frustrating to know that my younger brother slept on my lappie and I had to result to coming to a cyber cafe to get online, check my mails and to blog. So sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time since I last went to a cyber cafe, oh wait.... I remembered going to cyber cafe with Amin when I was still in the academy, we just had to go to the cyber cafe at Asia Cafe Subang just because we couldn't get online from the OldTown's wifi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have very limitting connection to my other side of the world and could hardly keep myself updated with all the gossips on Facebook.. Sigh... I really hope I could get a new lappie or internet connection soon at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-1670776395687028756?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/0i5-V65wcpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/1670776395687028756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/limited-connection.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1670776395687028756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1670776395687028756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/0i5-V65wcpc/limited-connection.html" title="Limited Connection" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/limited-connection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRX0yeCp7ImA9WhdaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-3162528083806037859</id><published>2011-10-20T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:24:44.390+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T13:24:44.390+08:00</app:edited><title>Story Of A Pencil And Eraser</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrTqNf3DGyZjcc6OLs5X_6mXgGI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrTqNf3DGyZjcc6OLs5X_6mXgGI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WFSM27onvg/ToKFV8VildI/AAAAAAAABM8/Lr2lAmaaKiQ/s1600/67338_1642211945187_1533483301_31617133_5875190_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657230693950985682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WFSM27onvg/ToKFV8VildI/AAAAAAAABM8/Lr2lAmaaKiQ/s400/67338_1642211945187_1533483301_31617133_5875190_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil: I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Pencil: I'm so...rry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.&lt;br /&gt;Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my life, I've been the pencil.. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to all the parents out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-3162528083806037859?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/dClCZIVRFII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3162528083806037859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-pencil-and-eraser.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/3162528083806037859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/3162528083806037859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/dClCZIVRFII/story-of-pencil-and-eraser.html" title="Story Of A Pencil And Eraser" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WFSM27onvg/ToKFV8VildI/AAAAAAAABM8/Lr2lAmaaKiQ/s72-c/67338_1642211945187_1533483301_31617133_5875190_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-pencil-and-eraser.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMQXk7eip7ImA9WhdbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-6581922837398016145</id><published>2011-10-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:33:00.702+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T21:33:00.702+08:00</app:edited><title>I Can't Take Another Sleepless Night... Without You</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PBDdcY9yJi1ffha-bCuLfqW4m9s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PBDdcY9yJi1ffha-bCuLfqW4m9s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PBDdcY9yJi1ffha-bCuLfqW4m9s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PBDdcY9yJi1ffha-bCuLfqW4m9s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Such a great song to share with you guys. I am so much addicted to this song, the rendition and the arrangements of this song made it so much better than the original one, only to my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's oringinally sung by Usher and David Guetta, called 'Without You'. Have a listen and tell me what do you think about it? Do we share the same taste for music? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZHIeXqkNJ7Q" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-6581922837398016145?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/ESRX0xtGBCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/6581922837398016145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-take-another-sleepless-night.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/6581922837398016145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/6581922837398016145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/ESRX0xtGBCM/i-cant-take-another-sleepless-night.html" title="I Can't Take Another Sleepless Night... Without You" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZHIeXqkNJ7Q/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-take-another-sleepless-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGQXs9eyp7ImA9WhdbFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-2506594380356684679</id><published>2011-10-15T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:32:00.563+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T09:32:00.563+08:00</app:edited><title>Eat Your Heart Out</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qIh-xXSDo1DR2WC8oBBN9rBzf_Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qIh-xXSDo1DR2WC8oBBN9rBzf_Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qIh-xXSDo1DR2WC8oBBN9rBzf_Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qIh-xXSDo1DR2WC8oBBN9rBzf_Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have finally finished with my training, such a bittersweet experience to have gone through so much with all my colleagues or should I call them friends now since we are so much bonded together but again only a handful of them are my true friends, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks since I started flying and it's only my 7th solo so far and I am liking it, thank god.. There are some very bitchy people but once you get to know them, they are STILL bitchy, but they are the nice bitchy type.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this job doesn't require any physical strength or much intelligence, all it needs are some valid common sense, great communication skills, competent and most importantly, COURTESY!! Do greet people with a 'HI' and start off by calling people with 'EXCUSE ME, MR/MS SO AND SO', hmmmm pretty different huh?!? You better do so if you want to survive in an airline industry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally work for the money and yes, it's paying quite well to be compared to my previous job where my ex-boss doesn't know how to appreciate her loyal employees, instead kept on promoting those who didn't do much work in the office.. But all I can say now is, I am glad I am off from that company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, back to the topic, I have flown to many places mainly all the places where AirAsia flies to from Penang, you name it, Hong Kong, Medan, Singapore, etc.... One thing I don't like about my job is the office a.k.a the airport, it's under renovation so it's so much dusty and I am having a such sensitive nose.... ARGGGGGHHHHH, hate it much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, fun job, fun people and of course, HOT me!! Remember, do say hi if you ever bump into me!! Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-2506594380356684679?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/j2CDXNzMk1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2506594380356684679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/eat-your-heart-out.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2506594380356684679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2506594380356684679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/j2CDXNzMk1M/eat-your-heart-out.html" title="Eat Your Heart Out" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/eat-your-heart-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGQHY9eyp7ImA9WhdbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-2937881533530040246</id><published>2011-10-14T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:28:41.863+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T08:28:41.863+08:00</app:edited><title>A Bit Of Everything</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FK8KS8Q5JZGknQk-K1tacUy3rZU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FK8KS8Q5JZGknQk-K1tacUy3rZU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FK8KS8Q5JZGknQk-K1tacUy3rZU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FK8KS8Q5JZGknQk-K1tacUy3rZU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yea, yea, yea.. I know you must be thinking here he comes again, explaining for himself why didn't he blog for the past few weeks but this time you guys really need to forgive me because I have a valid reason for you guys to do so :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started when I left for Penang for good as I am now working as a flight attendant but based in Penang instead. Therefore, I headed back to my hometown staying with my family and only to find out that my younger brother has just destroyed my lappie, to be frank, I was a bit pissed off because my lappie is only 4 years old and the condition is far worse than a crappy 10 year old lappie. Not only that the screen cracked, the edges of the keyboard shattered into small pieces too, I have no idea how he did that. I suspected he must have dropped my lappie and slept on it, hence the damages happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have no way to get online when I am at my home, no lappie and internet has been suspended and to my surprise, my younger brother lost the internet's password. None of us could get online even though we have our own devices to go online. Are you pissed if it was you? I am not sure about you but for me, I definitely am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have already started flying... But for more updates on my flying experiences, do wait for the next post... Smoooccccchhhhh Mwah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-2937881533530040246?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/6Y5C_W-aRSE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2937881533530040246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/bit-of-everything.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2937881533530040246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2937881533530040246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/6Y5C_W-aRSE/bit-of-everything.html" title="A Bit Of Everything" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/10/bit-of-everything.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GQX09eSp7ImA9WhdUEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-1965990915650516670</id><published>2011-09-27T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:42:00.361+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T11:42:00.361+08:00</app:edited><title>A Note From My BF</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yFn-7yG6qHEzMyNXqFODaunsvW0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yFn-7yG6qHEzMyNXqFODaunsvW0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yFn-7yG6qHEzMyNXqFODaunsvW0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yFn-7yG6qHEzMyNXqFODaunsvW0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bf came home a few days ago and slipped something under the laptop with a note like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655766971284375186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZKMZcgvJM/Tn1SGEfKxpI/AAAAAAAABM0/nCozGe-P3yE/s400/IMG_9317.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows I passed my exam and he was excited over it too. And I really hope I will be able to see him more often after I fly. I am gonna miss him sooo much.. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-1965990915650516670?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/j2Xs5XG3RZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/1965990915650516670/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/note-from-my-bf.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1965990915650516670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1965990915650516670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/j2Xs5XG3RZE/note-from-my-bf.html" title="A Note From My BF" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZKMZcgvJM/Tn1SGEfKxpI/AAAAAAAABM0/nCozGe-P3yE/s72-c/IMG_9317.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/note-from-my-bf.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIEQX09fCp7ImA9WhdUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-290809263935118877</id><published>2011-09-26T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:25:00.364+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T11:25:00.364+08:00</app:edited><title>It's Priceless</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/88oH2o-LMS7_o7a6VwIV_DP64WA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/88oH2o-LMS7_o7a6VwIV_DP64WA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/88oH2o-LMS7_o7a6VwIV_DP64WA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/88oH2o-LMS7_o7a6VwIV_DP64WA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hardly know each other well enough to say that I know everything about him or he knows everything about me but one thing for sure, we clicked very well, not as boyfriends but as friends instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only the two of us went out for dinner right after our last day of academy and we talked and talked and I felt very close to him but knowing him that he is straight, I had to draw my line in between us both. He might be younger than me and not mature enough in terms of his thinking, but what I like about him is his honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows I never liked him flirting with girls in the academy so he stopped talking to them, especially not in front of me because not only I like him, I care about him too. We took turns to drive to the academy and we developed this fast growing friendship where he shares ost of his personal life stories with me and I am honoured to be the one listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And previously he promised to give me something that I might use but he repeatedly said to me that it was nothing expensive. I helped him to transfer his stuff to his car and he then searched for the 'thing' he wanted to give me. He then walked me to my car and he quickly ripped the seal of the car freshener and hanged it over my window wiper handle.&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;Knowing that he might not have much money to buy anything expensive for me or even for himself, it's at least the thoughtfulness that went into the gift that matters most to me. He even said, don't use that crappy ambipur freshener I have in my car, it doesn't work. That is why he got me this.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655765947184670178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfv_wqBd_hM/Tn1RKdaxZeI/AAAAAAAABMs/515m9YzSrCA/s400/23092011675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, it's not about that value of the gifts you receive, it's the personal thought from that someone that went into the gift that actually means to the most to you. At least you know, they have the time and heart to think about what you want the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-290809263935118877?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/Zz_dvYEL0fY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/290809263935118877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-priceless.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/290809263935118877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/290809263935118877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/Zz_dvYEL0fY/its-priceless.html" title="It's Priceless" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfv_wqBd_hM/Tn1RKdaxZeI/AAAAAAAABMs/515m9YzSrCA/s72-c/23092011675.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-priceless.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACQXw4eip7ImA9WhdVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-4021162538577091761</id><published>2011-09-25T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:46:00.232+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-25T00:46:00.232+08:00</app:edited><title>They Made My Day &amp; I Am Gonna Miss Them</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pyNMNzc-7DSGn0k-c_ij82AwlQw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pyNMNzc-7DSGn0k-c_ij82AwlQw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pyNMNzc-7DSGn0k-c_ij82AwlQw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pyNMNzc-7DSGn0k-c_ij82AwlQw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday was our last day in the academy so instead of having a rather strict class session, we had a fun class talking and sharing thoughts with our instructor. It all started with introducing ourselves where the instructor randomly called out any of your batch mates and asked a few 'million dollar' questions like 'who you hate the most', 'who you like/love the most', 'who is your best friend here' and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it came to my turn I gave a brief introduction about myself and he started asking questions, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructor: Jeffrey, who you like the most in the class except those girls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Obviously this question is to trick me to answer or to tell him which guy I like the most in class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I don't have anyone particular in my mind *followed by giggles* but I think I love Arora, Bhattu and Amin *with my finger pointing at each and everyone of them*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructor: Excuse me, only one pls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Very hard to choose lah but I will go with AMIN.. *Amin blushed to the max and class started to make huge noises, teasing me and Amin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly after that I went back to my seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655762612961317090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAspiKlvXKc/Tn1OIYd-kOI/AAAAAAAABMk/a9qWrtVzzsA/s400/photo%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The first incident goes like this where the next one that the instructor called was Amin and the instructor asked him the same question;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Instructor: Who you like the most/Who is your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amin: Ermmm, I have Maryann, Marzuki and Jeffrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Instructor: Just choose one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amin: I will go with Jeffrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Instructor: Why Jeffrey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amin: Because he has helped me a lot in terms of studies and he is such a nice friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Awww, the statement that he said, made me melt like butter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second incident, he is the indian guy from India that I like most. He wanted to become and actor in India but ended up becoming an extra for god knows how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instructor: I heard you are very good in acting. Can you act for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amit: Sure. *He acted half way and went to my other batch mates but started to call out my name out of sudden then everyone bursted into laughters and started to pull his leg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marzuki: What is so good about Jeffrey that you guys always talk about Jeffrey? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like I have got some competition huh? But these two incidents really made my day as I kinda fancy them and in fact, they are aware about it. So it's nothing special but to me, it's definitely something memorable and at least I know, I am in both their hearts maybe not in the future but at least FOR NOW, I AM IN THEIR HEARTS!! &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/6003065175813155880-4021162538577091761?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/DsEpf_hhKL8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4021162538577091761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-made-my-day-i-am-gonna-miss-them.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/4021162538577091761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/4021162538577091761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/DsEpf_hhKL8/they-made-my-day-i-am-gonna-miss-them.html" title="They Made My Day &amp; I Am Gonna Miss Them" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAspiKlvXKc/Tn1OIYd-kOI/AAAAAAAABMk/a9qWrtVzzsA/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-made-my-day-i-am-gonna-miss-them.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FRXozcSp7ImA9WhdVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-2955804237401803890</id><published>2011-09-23T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:25:14.489+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-23T22:25:14.489+08:00</app:edited><title>Receiving Our 'WINGS' To Fly High</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LG0uczp2jCirhyW1jIbKjOWpJOc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LG0uczp2jCirhyW1jIbKjOWpJOc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Awww, today was actually our (my batch mates and I) last day in the academy, which means we will be flying real soon and we are leaving the academy for good. We are now big boys and girls that can start spreading our new winglets up in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a briefing on how to calculate our offdays, leaves and most importantly our salary. We also had a brief class on how to change and swap our duties, how to apply for leaves and even how to report in sick as in MC for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to LCCT office to meet with our heads/bosses, had a tour in the huge office and met lots of other seniors, everyone seems nice but wait... Looks are always deceiving so don't be fooled by all the pretty and handsome looks. LOL except me lah of course!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655560131058827458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpYEOgbEakU/TnyV-YmfgMI/AAAAAAAABMU/zQuCjc9xCOY/s400/IMG_9319.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here you go, our 'wings' to grant us the permission to fly.. If you happen to come across this blos and know me and bumping into me when you fly with AirAsia, just say hi, I love making new friends and meeting all of you guys.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-2955804237401803890?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/UqENN5gC7Pw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2955804237401803890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/receiving-our-wings-to-fly-high.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2955804237401803890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2955804237401803890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/UqENN5gC7Pw/receiving-our-wings-to-fly-high.html" title="Receiving Our 'WINGS' To Fly High" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpYEOgbEakU/TnyV-YmfgMI/AAAAAAAABMU/zQuCjc9xCOY/s72-c/IMG_9319.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/receiving-our-wings-to-fly-high.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHR3k5fyp7ImA9WhdVFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-5865227010735176944</id><published>2011-09-20T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:05:36.727+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T19:05:36.727+08:00</app:edited><title>Crawling Internet Speed and AA Trial Exams</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2WjkrmD0DI9JRM6QqAdn5WYubUA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2WjkrmD0DI9JRM6QqAdn5WYubUA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so BUMPED!!! Why, you ask? Let me tell you, I don't know what had happened to my stupid lappie and the internet lately, I couldn't upload pictures on my blog, I couldn't comment nor replying to the comments on my posts. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys facing the same issue as well? I find it very troublesome and it defeats the purpose of my having the internet connection at home if I can't upload pictures on my own blog or even having a proper connection speed. Internet connection is so unstable, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have tons of pictures lined up to be uploaded onto my blog but for now, you guys will just have to wait. I had my trial exams today and everything went well. I scored pretty well too (touch wood), 100% for my Aviation and Safety subjects, 95% for my First Aid and did one silly mistake on my location diagram which I was supposed to score 100% in my finals tomorrow. So let'sjust hope tomorrow will be a better day.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my success ya guys?? LOL.. Do drop by tomorrow if you want to know if I passed my finals or not ya? LOL But for now, TATA... Gotta get back to study!! Adios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-5865227010735176944?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/iaj0roeGC6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/5865227010735176944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/crawling-internet-speed-and-aa-trial.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/5865227010735176944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/5865227010735176944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/iaj0roeGC6A/crawling-internet-speed-and-aa-trial.html" title="Crawling Internet Speed and AA Trial Exams" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/crawling-internet-speed-and-aa-trial.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFQ3c5fip7ImA9WhdWF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-4500603737826776531</id><published>2011-09-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:35:12.926+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-11T23:35:12.926+08:00</app:edited><title>Someone Like You</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qTYVmVmsVkCblqpuiqwp-g5eT08/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qTYVmVmsVkCblqpuiqwp-g5eT08/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This song means so much to me and given the choice, I wouldn't want to be without you even for a single second and not to mention, to even look for a new one in my life. As much as I tried to make myself believe that I could find someone like you, I doubt the feeling and connection will be the same that we ever had. It's never going to be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a wonderful journey together, we had so much ups and less downs, great memories will be kept deeply in my heart and just by remembering how we used to kiss, cuddle and hold hands together, just the thought of all that, brings me smile...... and sometimes tears too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dedicating this wonderful song to everyone who is reading my blog, the way you will feel while watching this video is exactly the way I am feeling right now. It reflects my feelings right now towards someone I love so much but under some unforeseen circumstances, we had to part ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know what awaits us and maybe there's always a bigger fish for me to catch in the deep sea. Who knows one day we might be back together but most importantly, "I wish nothing but the best for you two" - taken from the song, 'Someone Like You by Adele'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LYurOCkma2c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say, never forget, I remember what you told me and what you have said to me... It will always be 'US' and never Me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-4500603737826776531?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/R7Nv3P_Lod8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4500603737826776531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/someone-like-you.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/4500603737826776531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/4500603737826776531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/R7Nv3P_Lod8/someone-like-you.html" title="Someone Like You" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/LYurOCkma2c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/someone-like-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CQXkzfCp7ImA9WhdWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-9128626168328359176</id><published>2011-09-04T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:34:20.784+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-04T22:34:20.784+08:00</app:edited><title>Long Holiday Ends Here!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S-qvrD6vjnz9X875sDO4fHM_QlY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S-qvrD6vjnz9X875sDO4fHM_QlY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here comes to an end of my long, long holiday... It's indeed a long one and it's in fact a boring holiday. I didn't manage to study much but at least, I managed to do some revision on some chapters that I was left behind and managed to memorized the location diagram that was given to me at the beginning of my course. (@_@)
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&lt;br /&gt;Back in Penang, I must say it's a tiring trip but I managed to catch up with some old friends. It's also the Raya festival when I was at my hometown so I ended spending most of my time visiting houses and shopping. Well, the Muslims were celebrating Raya but I was the one who was so caught up with the celebration and ended up as if I was the one celebrating Raya. LOL
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&lt;br /&gt;At least in Penang, I managed to get my hair cut, bought some hair wax, washed my dirty car, serviced my car and most importantly, EAT!!! One advice I would like to say here, if you want to be on a strict diet or to lose weight, never stay with your mom because moms always cook the best food and they know what you like to eat best and if you don't eat them all, they are going to be soooooo upset... Ended up, I was the one who suffered from a 3-months-pregnant-stomach.
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&lt;br /&gt;I went this shopping mall and got myself Project Runway Season 7. It's not as good as Season 8, simply because I couldn't identify the front runner throughout the competition, I got soooo frustrated!!!!
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&lt;br /&gt;And here are the Top 3 finalists in the house yoooo!!!! (From L to R: Seth Aaron, Mila and Emilio) And I just love Mila's final collection and I also love the simplicity of Emilio's collection but guess who's the winner??
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648506968167136514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7d5_FlOrxc/TmOHKRTrvQI/AAAAAAAABME/_cDo_JHkgOA/s400/project-runway-ep7_13-finalists.jpg" /&gt;Neither Mila nor Emilio, it's Seth Aaron!! He's a dad and I must say, at times he looks stunning in that leather, rock-ish clothes.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His designs and collections have a bit of his own taste and twist. He incorporated some of his own style into the design which usually involves leather and studs. I don't really fancy that kind of style so he wasn't my favourite. But the fact is, he is the winner of this Project Runway Season 7. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648506972788319970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4TWL_X_RNCE/TmOHKihdZuI/AAAAAAAABMM/VOhttfj4Qrc/s400/projectrunways7quiz.jpg" /&gt;Not only that, I even had time to watch a Chinese comedy called 'Lelio Popo', I got the DVD when I was in Penang. I knew I was going to be bored when I am back in KL, so I managed to 'steal' some movies from my own house so that I can watch them when I am bored at home.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhG2b4OouOU/TmOHKDVraaI/AAAAAAAABL0/btJRUwlEIGc/s1600/lelio-popo-movie-poster-2010-1010695357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648506964417407394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhG2b4OouOU/TmOHKDVraaI/AAAAAAAABL0/btJRUwlEIGc/s400/lelio-popo-movie-poster-2010-1010695357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, tomorrow is going to be the start of my new schedule and it's going to be a tiring and long one. For now, I will have to sign off and head to bed, beauty sleep!!!! xoxo..... YAWN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-9128626168328359176?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/2ayledLuDWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/9128626168328359176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-holiday-ends-here.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/9128626168328359176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/9128626168328359176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/2ayledLuDWU/long-holiday-ends-here.html" title="Long Holiday Ends Here!!" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5X2C7l0OxXY/TmOHKTsbmeI/AAAAAAAABL8/jbD9GbCoVvE/s72-c/PROJEC%257E1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-holiday-ends-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NQnY9fyp7ImA9WhdXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-8614196385309556021</id><published>2011-08-30T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:33:13.867+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T09:33:13.867+08:00</app:edited><title>ANTM All Starz Pre-Photoshoot</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bN7Pivj9h61sxw_cMyAlaMzo-mk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bN7Pivj9h61sxw_cMyAlaMzo-mk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bN7Pivj9h61sxw_cMyAlaMzo-mk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bN7Pivj9h61sxw_cMyAlaMzo-mk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pre-photoshoot of all the All Starz ANTM models throughout all the seasons.... Those lucky ones managed to get a second chance to come back to fight for the main prize which basically is a modelling contract and tons of other stuff up for grab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to comment much on the photoshoot here because the shoot was simply a DISASTER!! Not only that it was not flattering, they all looked very CHEAP and AMATEURS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhW3I7EK730/Tjym96sc25I/AAAAAAAABKc/RTaMuAdu6Tg/s1600/1312347100_top-model-angelea-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564416218946450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhW3I7EK730/Tjym96sc25I/AAAAAAAABKc/RTaMuAdu6Tg/s400/1312347100_top-model-angelea-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgoMG6jW9T4/Tjym9uOyt6I/AAAAAAAABKU/pWqdFSUDMhs/s1600/1312346972_top-model-dominique-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564412873324450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgoMG6jW9T4/Tjym9uOyt6I/AAAAAAAABKU/pWqdFSUDMhs/s400/1312346972_top-model-dominique-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1E-7IiPbvI/Tjym9dLEo6I/AAAAAAAABKM/AXzuK15ylQM/s1600/1312346151_top-model-alexandria-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564408294319010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1E-7IiPbvI/Tjym9dLEo6I/AAAAAAAABKM/AXzuK15ylQM/s400/1312346151_top-model-alexandria-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFW52l36iko/Tjym9W-f3FI/AAAAAAAABKE/s-P7A7akeEQ/s1600/1312346017_top-model-kayla-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564406630964306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFW52l36iko/Tjym9W-f3FI/AAAAAAAABKE/s-P7A7akeEQ/s400/1312346017_top-model-kayla-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zsr3d46CbcQ/Tjym1hayCSI/AAAAAAAABJ8/UT6P2nyJaKc/s1600/1312345911_top-model-camille-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564271994997026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zsr3d46CbcQ/Tjym1hayCSI/AAAAAAAABJ8/UT6P2nyJaKc/s400/1312345911_top-model-camille-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8TeLxpsCFw/Tjym1bGV6EI/AAAAAAAABJ0/X2MElwowsR8/s1600/1312345789_top-model-bre-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564270298654786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8TeLxpsCFw/Tjym1bGV6EI/AAAAAAAABJ0/X2MElwowsR8/s400/1312345789_top-model-bre-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmgKpXJodz8/Tjym1CueTgI/AAAAAAAABJs/_2fcEUQfXow/s1600/1312345709_top-model-shannon-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564263756090882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmgKpXJodz8/Tjym1CueTgI/AAAAAAAABJs/_2fcEUQfXow/s400/1312345709_top-model-shannon-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMHg0h9z1O8/Tjym0zSOKGI/AAAAAAAABJk/jwFynsHNIu8/s1600/1312345589_top-model-britt-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564259611060322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMHg0h9z1O8/Tjym0zSOKGI/AAAAAAAABJk/jwFynsHNIu8/s400/1312345589_top-model-britt-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkoU9NXx1RI/Tjym0ULhhTI/AAAAAAAABJc/QUTEX6jfBqA/s1600/1312345456_top-model-isis-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564251261470002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkoU9NXx1RI/Tjym0ULhhTI/AAAAAAAABJc/QUTEX6jfBqA/s400/1312345456_top-model-isis-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIs5RnlJ7ck/Tjymsd_YzGI/AAAAAAAABJU/0-WkW-d4AUE/s1600/1312345303_top-model-allison-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564116455967842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIs5RnlJ7ck/Tjymsd_YzGI/AAAAAAAABJU/0-WkW-d4AUE/s400/1312345303_top-model-allison-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SR8O7G3m8_8/TjymsHi91LI/AAAAAAAABJE/ADc1ds1qAp4/s1600/1312345115_top-model-lisa-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564110431179954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SR8O7G3m8_8/TjymsHi91LI/AAAAAAAABJE/ADc1ds1qAp4/s400/1312345115_top-model-lisa-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3Bc1dNsimo/Tjymr5mdj7I/AAAAAAAABI8/Uiz8Qi7uLf4/s1600/1312345034_top-model-sheena-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564106687745970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3Bc1dNsimo/Tjymr5mdj7I/AAAAAAAABI8/Uiz8Qi7uLf4/s400/1312345034_top-model-sheena-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6V9uOXXbUu0/TjymryB4mHI/AAAAAAAABI0/kvF04qEY4kw/s1600/1312344929_top-model-bianca-lg.jpg"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637564104655280242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6V9uOXXbUu0/TjymryB4mHI/AAAAAAAABI0/kvF04qEY4kw/s400/1312344929_top-model-bianca-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't fancy much or in fact, I don't like anything at all about this photoshoot. I thought they were supposed to be professional models by now? But what is wrong with all their poses? I think Tyra has lost all her ideas and inspirations. I really hope this season will not be a crappy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6003065175813155880-8614196385309556021?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/wuxORfsxQ0s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8614196385309556021/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/antm-all-starz-pre-photoshoot.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/8614196385309556021?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/8614196385309556021?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/wuxORfsxQ0s/antm-all-starz-pre-photoshoot.html" title="ANTM All Starz Pre-Photoshoot" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhW3I7EK730/Tjym96sc25I/AAAAAAAABKc/RTaMuAdu6Tg/s72-c/1312347100_top-model-angelea-lg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/antm-all-starz-pre-photoshoot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFQ3Y_fip7ImA9WhdXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-6718057618449895411</id><published>2011-08-28T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:45:12.846+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-28T11:45:12.846+08:00</app:edited><title>Lazing On A Sunday Morning</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QKqU3xRFhY7vWjFz_5nM1ZP366E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QKqU3xRFhY7vWjFz_5nM1ZP366E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QKqU3xRFhY7vWjFz_5nM1ZP366E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QKqU3xRFhY7vWjFz_5nM1ZP366E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I woke up early today and since it's my first night sleeping over at the comfort of my own home, my mom actually woke me up very early in the morning to follow her to the market, Tesco hypermarket to do some groceries and an early morning breakfast too... What a life huh? LOL
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&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I am feeling better now even though I miss some of my friends back in KL and those who have already gone back to India.
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took a picture of myself using my old laptop's webcam and here you go!! Good morning guys once again!! How is it? Hot or UN-Hot?? Hehehehe, you judge ya... LOL
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVKoH6C9MSk/Tlm5jSBAvtI/AAAAAAAABLs/qosm6rUs7eA/s1600/Snapshot_20110828_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVKoH6C9MSk/Tlm5jSBAvtI/AAAAAAAABLs/qosm6rUs7eA/s400/Snapshot_20110828_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645747623668268754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;And I am dedicating this song to everyone. It's my first time listening to this, came across this video on my Facebook, some of my friends actually shared it and it appeared on my home page.. 
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&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Leona Lewis and this song is simply amazing aside from Bleeding Love and I Got You... Pls enjoy this song and do drop by more often ya for more updates on my personal life and gossips!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-6718057618449895411?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/yYvfkJ_UejU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/6718057618449895411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/lazing-on-sunday-morning.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/6718057618449895411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/6718057618449895411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/yYvfkJ_UejU/lazing-on-sunday-morning.html" title="Lazing On A Sunday Morning" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVKoH6C9MSk/Tlm5jSBAvtI/AAAAAAAABLs/qosm6rUs7eA/s72-c/Snapshot_20110828_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/lazing-on-sunday-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04EQH48eyp7ImA9WhdXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-1784251618752437762</id><published>2011-08-28T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:18:21.073+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-28T00:18:21.073+08:00</app:edited><title>100% in Safety Test, Babeh!!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y4b-z2y-zqXMV87KU1q9ogcNiNk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y4b-z2y-zqXMV87KU1q9ogcNiNk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was thrilled and excited over my test yesterday... Guess what?!? I scored 100% in my SEP (Safety Emergency Procedures) Chapter 3 test and I must say, this exam is not something that one should take it lightly. 
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&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good. There's this slight growth in my performance especially in this Safety class; Chapter 1 - 92%, Chapter 2 - 97% and Chapter 3 - 100% babeh!!!! Yeah!!!
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&lt;br /&gt;Many batches of students failed this particular exam and for me to score 100% is just overwhelming. I am not a very brilliant or bright student but I work very hard and try my hardest to ask and finally understand what I need to study. It's difficult at first but once you get a good hold of it, things are going to be just fine.. I am coping with it very well...
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Indian friends from India have gone back to India for a short holiday since we are having a week break. They went back this morning to board the 10am flight at LCCT. I wish I could go as well but too bad, there are some errands and work that I have to settle back in my hometown.. 
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&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have already started missing some of my close friends... My Min Min, Bhattu and my sisters!!! Awww.... Miss them soooo much, it's only the first day and I am feeling sad, can't imagine if this drags till next week... I wonder what's going to happen next? Depression perhaps?? 
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&lt;br /&gt;Sob, sob, sob.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-1784251618752437762?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/ipWtom7MfhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/1784251618752437762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/100-in-safety-test-babeh.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1784251618752437762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/1784251618752437762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/ipWtom7MfhU/100-in-safety-test-babeh.html" title="100% in Safety Test, Babeh!!!" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4r166bnRV8/TlkXmailaWI/AAAAAAAABLk/nLzgmwhhgys/s72-c/line_definitions.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/100-in-safety-test-babeh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUERn8_eSp7ImA9WhdXEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-2134162621948164378</id><published>2011-08-25T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:23:27.141+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-25T22:23:27.141+08:00</app:edited><title>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;Raya is around the corner and not only that my Malay buddies are feeling the Raya mood but I am utterly excited for the one week Raya break where I can go back to my hometown and rest for a bit. Not actually relax-relax, but I will have to study in the comfort of my own home. 
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&lt;br /&gt;There's still so much left to study and hope my trip back to Penang is a fruitful one for me to able to memorize and understand every single thing that has been taught and un-taught yet.
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&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it's been a very tiring journey for me. I must admit that I am not a bookworm and whenever I pick a book up, my eye lids are going to shut but this time, I have to force open them in order to absorb and study my god-knows-very THICK manual. 
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&lt;br /&gt;And I am very excited that we have finally received our uniforms. They fit me well but we are still waiting for our casual uniforms as we were told that we are allowed to fly in jeans and collar-T on weekends, so we are still waiting to grab hold of the casual uniforms soon. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Right after our Raya break, we will go for our Wet drill where we have to re-enact a situation where the aircraft will have to resort in a ditching emergency (dives into water) and we act as the attendants assisting the passengers on board. It's an assessment so it's compulsory for us to pass.
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&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a 'fight' for everyone of us. We need to pass all exams may it be 100% or 90% passing marks but I will only try my best to do my best I could. So far, so good to me. Let's just keep my fingers crossed.
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&lt;br /&gt;This should be it but last but not least, I would like to wish all Muslim readers and friends of mine, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri and please do forgive me if I ever said things that might have offended you before but I surely didn't mean it, don't take it to heart. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a great holiday peeps!!! Love ya.. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-2134162621948164378?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/g0YzkqSV0bo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2134162621948164378/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2134162621948164378?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/2134162621948164378?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/g0YzkqSV0bo/selamat-hari-raya.html" title="Selamat Hari Raya" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7oZ-5cloRE/TlZZd8Rl57I/AAAAAAAABLc/ZBbSu_Cle20/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YAQno9fyp7ImA9WhdXEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-2757328567119195112</id><published>2011-08-23T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:19:03.467+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-23T22:19:03.467+08:00</app:edited><title>Movie Night Out - Zookeeper</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hrj-liKZT3auESSbe1G3OwYVHww/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hrj-liKZT3auESSbe1G3OwYVHww/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hrj-liKZT3auESSbe1G3OwYVHww/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hrj-liKZT3auESSbe1G3OwYVHww/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Phew... What a tiring and hectic day. We had this super terrifying exam earlier today for what we have just learnt yesterday and the exam was a VERBAL/ORAL/DEMO exam. We had to tell the features, checks and the operations of each and every equipments carried on board Air Asia aircrafts. I must say, that was tough and rather confusing but one thing for sure, our instructor was so not strict at all which isn't a bad thing afterall.
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&lt;br /&gt;Even though we have such a hectic, packed and crazy schedule, we plan to go for a night out, chill and relax my stressed out mind by going for a movie with a bunch of my friends; Amin, Maryann and Megha since we were all in a same car back home. 
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&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch this movie called 'Zookeeper'. I don't want to talk much about this movie but one funny thing was, Maryann kept rolling her eyes throughout the movie because she thought that movie was just so stupid; animals that can talk?!? It doesn't make any sense at all. LOL.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ggLJ4ihXMU/TlO0LEAduPI/AAAAAAAABLU/1N36YJ6MAiU/s1600/the-zookeeper-poster-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ggLJ4ihXMU/TlO0LEAduPI/AAAAAAAABLU/1N36YJ6MAiU/s400/the-zookeeper-poster-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644052860172613874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;To me, the movie wasn't THAT BAD at all, very stupidly silly and crazily funny. You can click on the trailer below to watch the teaser of that movie and go to your nearest cinema if you feel like watching it. 
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&lt;br /&gt;I will rate this movie 6/10 but all in all, I had a FANTASTIC time with my buds and I am very sad to say that, I am leaving KL for good in exactly a month time from now. Sob Sob...
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&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a huge fan of Project Runway, somehow I find this artistic side of me really into fashion.. Even though I don't dress up or style myself up as stylish or trendy as the others, I have always attracted to all these trendy clothes in the stores, it's just like they are 'calling' for me (Well, being in fashion comes with a PRICE and it's NOT CHEAP)..
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&lt;br /&gt;For this season, my favourite is this Asian guy named Andy South. I don't normally fancy Asians (not being a racist or what) but I must say, he is really talented and very creative. I have seen many Asians appeared on this show but none of them were good at all. But I must admit, Andy is the underdog in the competition and he might just win.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duRyQ65vG-k/Tk0JxZ3wPzI/AAAAAAAABLE/_1OLE8hP8fU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642176652528074546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duRyQ65vG-k/Tk0JxZ3wPzI/AAAAAAAABLE/_1OLE8hP8fU/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at his picture, what a poser, very 'sista-ish'.. LOL.. I am still watching this season and once I am done with the season, I shall blog more about the contestants and the winner himself/herself.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the meantime, take care my dear readers and will be back soon.. xoxo
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003065175813155880-648851622101768350?l=misterclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~4/P88v9B2LGiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/648851622101768350/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/project-runway-season-8.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/648851622101768350?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003065175813155880/posts/default/648851622101768350?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VoiceItOut-TheWayToConfess/~3/P88v9B2LGiw/project-runway-season-8.html" title="Project Runway Season 8" /><author><name>voiceitout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08229329917640323466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIRHae2t5CM/TQOQI-_oeRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/51VfzgUqlqc/S220/IMG_3632.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq6e1REF-NQ/Tk0JxhKKahI/AAAAAAAABLM/jBHXSkqD3mA/s72-c/project-runway-season-8-poster-472x700.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://misterclueless.blogspot.com/2011/08/project-runway-season-8.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFQHY_fCp7ImA9WhdQEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003065175813155880.post-3207431708887536956</id><published>2011-08-11T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:50:11.844+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-11T20:50:11.844+08:00</app:edited><title>How Do I Look?!?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CsBjtgZYG_9sEy0mnT32rdf-gZ0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CsBjtgZYG_9sEy0mnT32rdf-gZ0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CsBjtgZYG_9sEy0mnT32rdf-gZ0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CsBjtgZYG_9sEy0mnT32rdf-gZ0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's a sneak peek of how I will look like when I start flying with AirAsia. We have tried out our uniforms today and they fit perfectly on my voluptuous body. I had my jacket in Medium size and pants size 32. I still maintain my beautiful figure even though I ate so much lately. LOL 
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you fly with AirAsia, you will definitely wonder who is that hot guy walking on that runway on board??? Don't have to crack your head too much because you know it's definitely going to be ME!! LOL. Hi Sir, do you want coffee, tea or me?? LOL&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut all the crap off, so most importantly, how do I look? Please comment ya... xoxo&lt;/div&gt;
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