<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:49:56.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marvellyberry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-5740039259421235947</id><published>2008-11-10T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:28:06.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They had to sleep outside tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word start to give me chills down my spine ever since my cousins came to stay with us. They have taught me how children who are not disciplined &amp;amp; taught properly can turn out into huge problems. Not academically, but personality, attitude and manners. How would they be when they grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not give birth to children when you are not able to take care of them. They are parents responsibility. What they are in the future is what you tell them or form them NOW. What they learned for the past 8-11 years I do not know, but trying to teach them the correct thing now is super hard for them, and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to tell the truth? What you really want? Or is it us who are not their parents that's why? What is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They triggered my mum's red button today. Yesterday they had to finish writing 500 sentences of the things they had done wrong (yesterday also got punishment). If it is not done, no TV, no computer games, no allowance and no dinner for tonight, as the dateline was yesterday. When we came back, cartoon network was playing on TV, there's bowl on the table, and both of them are nowhere to be found on the writing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the questioning. The excuses does not match, very obvious they lied, blaming each other, and the stuff they were suppose to do were not done, and they did all the things they were forbidden to do. First, there was the 'shooting', using multiple ties of rubber band and 'shoot' them, where? on the cheek. Secondly, sleep outside. It's been a while since the last time me &amp;amp; my siblings slept outside, this reminded me my old days memories. Any sane person would not want to repeat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt there will be any improvement after this. An old cow is more stubborn than a new born calf. We shall see more dramas to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-5740039259421235947?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5740039259421235947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=5740039259421235947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/5740039259421235947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/5740039259421235947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-had-to-sleep-outside-tonight.html' title='They had to sleep outside tonight'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-4889406561991882132</id><published>2008-11-10T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:28:51.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thief in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've lost 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot, but the fact that the money has gone missing in your own house is not comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to look for a new place &amp;amp; a more secured area to hide my things. It is so sad that you have to hide stuff in your own room. There's no privacy, no security, no freedom to keep &amp;amp; do things in your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do to make the thief confess? Is there any way to do it without obviously knowing that I'm looking for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start locking my room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-4889406561991882132?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4889406561991882132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=4889406561991882132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/4889406561991882132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/4889406561991882132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2008/11/thief-in-house.html' title='A thief in the house'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-3799714721785387886</id><published>2008-08-27T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:23:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today, lying down on the bed as usual with my hands supporting my head, looked right, then looked left, I sighed, the same old problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have this problem with kalatai hair. The reason why is that it has this foul smell that I cannot stand. I want to get rid of it and never to be able to see it again. The smell is not so terrible when it's not around, but even a tiny winy 0.1mm will let out that smell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal option is either to shave or plug one by one. I hate to shave it. Because the next day it will grow again! How come these hair grows so fast? If I were going to plug it, it takes a long and (quite) painful time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so miserable... I just wish that when I plug my kalatai hair the next time, it will just stop growing, and I wouldn't have to shave it everyday or plug it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairs... I sometimes think they should just disappear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-3799714721785387886?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3799714721785387886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=3799714721785387886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/3799714721785387886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/3799714721785387886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyday-things.html' title='Everyday things'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-412560574578508441</id><published>2008-07-15T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:09:46.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaki Niku Temaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/SHuIBvzIuZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YnnPAeXOrsA/s1600-h/yaki+niku+temaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/SHuIBvzIuZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YnnPAeXOrsA/s320/yaki+niku+temaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222917756458416530" 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/7330323660408539427-412560574578508441?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/412560574578508441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=412560574578508441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/412560574578508441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/412560574578508441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2008/07/yaki-niku-temaki.html' title='Yaki Niku Temaki'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/SHuIBvzIuZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YnnPAeXOrsA/s72-c/yaki+niku+temaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-20999396281395623</id><published>2008-02-21T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:20:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do after I left my first job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do after I left my first job?? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was quite silly back then, when I left my first job, I wasn't feeling sad or depressed, but more lost whether I should stay in this line as a graphic designer. Then Liza told me that her friend is looking for a waitress to work in a new Japanese Restaurant that is opening soon (that was back in July 2007).  And so there goes, I called the person in charge and said that I can offer myself for this position for about 4 months, just to take a break from whatever that's bothering me &amp;amp; leave it to fate. Hahaha. Mana tahu.... this decision has changed my view in life, through the people I met there, and the stories I thought I could only read from magazines or books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomoe, that's the Japanese Restaurant I worked in. This is the first time ever I'm working with aunties &amp;amp; uncles, people from different races and also in different languages.  I was quite happy that I get to meet all these people as I haven't met any like those throughout my 21 years on earth. So my first friend there was Susan, she's 2 years older than me, and have almost 3-4 years experience in the F&amp;amp;B industry. She told me a lot about her past, how many restaurants &amp;amp; cafe's she has opened, and her working history in Starbucks. There was another 2 waitress who came in the same time as me &amp;amp; Susan, was Jenny &amp;amp; Yap. Jenny is superb. Sometimes I always think if she is in a better environment she would go much further than now. A mother of 2, with that little income she's able to save money to bring her kids to have fun &amp;amp; eat McD. Sometimes by looking at their life I felt that I'm SO lucky that I do not have to go through this. Yap, at first I thought she was like the normal 'Ah Sam' that talks a lot with a loud voice, but it turns out that she was one of the greedy aunty who wants to get noticed &amp;amp; trying hard to get promoted. I guess that's because she's not young and she's not married ( I doubt that her so called boyfriend was a fake). I know it's very bad, but you just can't help it...haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they introduce you to the kitchen staff... there goes another interesting chain of events.. Starting from the higher ranking people, there's this kitchen supervisor whose name is called William. All he knows to do is point n order. For your information, if you are a supervisor or a manager in the kitchen, you are SUPPOSED to know how to handle the materials you're about to serve the customers. He don't. He got the wrong names of food, he got wrong timing, always blame people for doing wrong thing (where did they learn from?), polish boss's shoes, &amp;amp; he thinks his english &amp;amp; japanese is so good that apparently he translated the wrong message throughout! Aih.. During that period of time, I wish so hard that I'm out of there. But getting to know the rest of the kitchen staff balanced his part, at least I get my share of knowing other interesting people. And then when they start cooking, you go like whoa... how did you learn that stunt?? hahaha.. it's very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I do not want to admit this, but apparently when you are quite bored with the daily routines in the restaurant (cleaning &amp;amp; preparing &amp;amp; stuff..), the other quite interesting part is that you look at the people around you &amp;amp; you'll start to scan whether there are any potential ones that can move up to the 'partner' level. And so things start to happen. I know I'm not pretty but I somehow have become the one that attracts attention most, whether the higher position ones or the lower position ones or even customers. Anyway, their expression tells me that "hey, why are you here? are you supposed to be here?" But of course they didn't say that. OK, so after I scan through, hmm.. there's this one guy that feels ok, but as usual la, I did nothing just plain looking &amp;amp; observe &amp;amp; enjoying my time there. There was a lady staff who is very tomboyish, and later got to know that she's a lesbian, &amp;amp; then I Ching starts to tell me that she probably have grown interest in me or sth.. that really freaked me out a little.. I Ching is also a kitchen staff whom last time was my college lecturer in The One. She's very nice to talk to, a good listener when you tell her your problems &amp;amp; she knows how to organize your thoughts to help you see a better picture before making decision. Her voice is Super! I haven't actually been singing k together with someone who can actually sing ( I scream by the way..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the training, before they launch the restaurant, we're supposed to practice the methods of serving, that's a skill.. during training I actually spilled mineral water on the 'customer'! aiyo that time I felt damn embarrassed &amp;amp; sorry for that guy, lucky it wasn't hot tea. Then there goes the discussion of how to serve in that narrow space that got the manager(M), assistant manager(AM) &amp;amp; workers into a 'hot' argument. Not my fault. I think it's the M &amp;amp; the AM who's very stubborn &amp;amp; didn't want to accept the fact that you should change the method because it's not logical. I guess they are born without logic. The M is a Japanese, the chief chef's wife, she was pregnant at the time, throughout her pregnancy, she still smokes as normal, jump as normal, &amp;amp; did not eat properly. But apparently nothing happens to the baby, almost 4 months old now.. She is the so called M, also in charge for preparing the beverage menu, sounds like she's very important, but she's really lousy in it. When you're in M'sia, so sorry to say that, you have to at least pick up a little bit of english to communicate with local workers, we can't be always guessing what she's talking about. That was still ok, I've got to know that her history back in Japan, as an "experienced bar tend-res" she should know what to buy and what not to buy for the things at the bar. The tray she got was so slippery it could not hold any cold drinks, she was supposed to get a juicer not a blender (the menu there's no ice blended drinks), bought  expensive wines &amp;amp; sochu's but no proper storage to put it nicely, and the list goes on. I do not know why she's here, and to hire a Japanese is not cheap, as you have to pay for their accommodation, food, insurance, travel fees and other requirements the Japanese government set for their people, and of course if they work overseas, their pay naturally will be higher than what they are getting back in their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I start to think why am I going through all this shit? Then I told myself to look at the other side of the story, this is something I cannot force or change, they have been like this all their life, if they were educated they wouldn't even be here, that's because their brain can allow them to think this much and do this much, then the brain just stops at where it is before they can think about something that 'normal' people would have thought in a much shorter time. Jenny was the saviour. She was able to explain to me why do you have to serve this way, how to serve it, when to serve it, how do they eat, when do they eat, eat along with which sauce, and so and so. That I can say I'm actually learning what Japanese food is all about. Eating is a culture, especially Japanese, the taste, the sequence, the matching, with her telling me all these I feel more satisfied than actually listening to who's right or wrong or you have to do like this there's no other way to do it. Working life can be hard if the people you are working with are donkeys and cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fight&lt;br /&gt;They hired a bar tender called Sky, he has been doing this for quite a few years. He was previously from another Jap restaurant in Damansara Utama. He was ok, got nothing towards him, but sometimes the things that he say may easily offend people, especially those who keep it at heart &amp;amp; will find a chance to revenge later. It was a bad decision for my brother to come help out at the restaurant. Due to the ongoing renovation of the restaurant, it is useless to do cleaning when constructi0n workers are still hammering, cutting, cementing...and so on. So my brother got so pissed off of that situation he actually confronted the AM about it, that it's wasting time &amp;amp; energy &amp;amp; also disturbing the construction workers doing their job. (who doesn't know?! Stupid management people)I didn't know what happened as I was upstairs mending stupid things, they went into a really bad argument that actually made the AM cry. Then Midori came up &amp;amp; ask me to pull my brother up &amp;amp; stop him from arguing (they almost fight I think). After I understand everything, they came up and went to the room to talk it out, I just watched &amp;amp; waited for the result. After that, I saw Sky walked out angrily &amp;amp; cursing the AM of her attitude. Sky was sacked; of the things he did not do, all he did was standing beside my brother &amp;amp; stopping him from punching the AM. As though things weren't bad enough, she told the Boss of Tomoe that Sky was a liar and cheated his money (this I will explain later), that made the Boss furious &amp;amp; decided to call Sky. Sky thought the Boss is a good person who will actually listen out his part of the story, who could have guessed, the Boss along with the AM's husband wanted to bash him up! He ran as fast as he could, even his gf who was working next door didn't show up later that night. The Boss was of course given one side of the story &amp;amp; not listening to both parties. Sky is also in the wrong because he gave fake details of his accommodation and did not use the money in a fair manner.&lt;br /&gt;On why did Sky cheated the money, apparently Tomoe was supposed to provide shelter for workers, that was what they told him &amp;amp; Jenny &amp;amp; a few others. Sky left his previous work because they told him that they will provide hostel. Who knows that these management people say don't have means don't have, there goes more misery.. So out of this misery, the Boss actually loan him RM 1000 for him and another worker to rent a room, he was delighted, but he misused the money by bringing his gf to stay with him when his gf is not even a worker in Tomoe. Things goes on... people have to be responsible of their actions, if not you'll be sacked when they have a chance, even if you're not at wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~end of introduction~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-20999396281395623?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/20999396281395623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=20999396281395623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/20999396281395623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/20999396281395623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-did-i-do-after-i-left-my-first-job.html' title='What did I do after I left my first job.'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-7136591873810407545</id><published>2007-12-18T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:53:35.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to throw away the buts &amp; donts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's holiday season but no holidays to enjoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's spending time but your pocket doesn't have that much to offer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time eat &amp;amp; eat &amp;amp; eat but you always worry about gaining weight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time when you should put your worries behind but it keeps slapping you into reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time when you want to do a lot of things &amp;amp; not think about work for a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time when I should be practicing my drums more often &amp;amp; not be suck in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time where I should care more about my friends &amp;amp; play in facebook more often,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time to get a labtop so I dont have to fight with everyone in the house to use it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time to be very patient with everything &amp;amp; everyone so that works goes smoothly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time to stop giving myself excuses &amp;amp; just do what i want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time for me to go &amp;amp; pack for my grandpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time for me to clean the house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time for me to get that wine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time to go workout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's another 365 days ending soon, yet another 365 days to anticipate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's New Year, dont give a shit about what's been bothering you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just go out &amp;amp; party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Merry X'mas to all my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-7136591873810407545?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7136591873810407545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=7136591873810407545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/7136591873810407545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/7136591873810407545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-throw-away-buts-donts_18.html' title='I want to throw away the buts &amp; donts'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-6454940028121960660</id><published>2007-11-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:37:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>U know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so silly all my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally realized that the signing in problem either lies in my computer or my connection at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly went in to my blog today at work as i've started to miss it quite a bit.. n some sarcastic remarks from crazy ass, I've decided to give it a try again to sign into my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Here am i, posting a new post for u guys after disappearing for a few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me? ;D I'm sure you do. I'll post the stuff that u guys have miss out for the past few months... HANG ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-6454940028121960660?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6454940028121960660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=6454940028121960660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/6454940028121960660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/6454940028121960660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/11/wahahahaha.html' title='WAHAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-3064992431038122974</id><published>2007-07-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:04:58.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silkscreen in progress :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hie hie! Due to the constant request from my fellow fans &amp; friends to own my specially designed t-shirt, I've decided to learn silkscreen. I thought it's going to be okay by following the instructions from one of the website, but it turns out to be the materials available here is quite different from the ones is canada... so until now due to time constrain, i'm still stuck at the starting point. But I wont give up! it's just a matter of time until i master the art of silkscreen.. so these are the failed art pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;some of the materials..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDWvo9ymI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wpxM_HfzFiU/s1600-h/071307115311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534174255172194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDWvo9ymI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wpxM_HfzFiU/s320/071307115311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDXfo9ynI/AAAAAAAAAFU/K7TlcAWiivM/s1600-h/071307115334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534187140074098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDXfo9ynI/AAAAAAAAAFU/K7TlcAWiivM/s320/071307115334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I need a dark room, i convert my bathroom ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDXvo9yoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hZhM7R_5Nkk/s1600-h/071307173632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534191435041410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDXvo9yoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hZhM7R_5Nkk/s320/071307173632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDYPo9ypI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s8ToMYmJSsA/s1600-h/071307173650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534200024976018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDYPo9ypI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s8ToMYmJSsA/s320/071307173650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDYPo9yqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l5AvS5xUJeg/s1600-h/071307200734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534200024976034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDYPo9yqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l5AvS5xUJeg/s320/071307200734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Failed.. those green green thing at the side shouldnt come off... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534689651247794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjD0vo9yrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/grqXy3kZs9k/s320/071307205115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So.. i thought it's not hot enough, i took 4 lights instead... got my sis to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534693946215106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjD0_o9ysI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z2ODhr1SjxY/s320/071507013516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534698241182418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjD1Po9ytI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dGjELmQ4vys/s320/071507013532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But in the end, its also because of the water pressure, not high enough to get those things of on time. .. I dont believe i cant make one simple silkscreen.. its just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7330323660408539427-3064992431038122974?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3064992431038122974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=3064992431038122974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/3064992431038122974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/3064992431038122974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/hie-hie-due-to-constant-request-from-my.html' title='Silkscreen in progress :D'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RqjDWvo9ymI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wpxM_HfzFiU/s72-c/071307115311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-684580903120009238</id><published>2007-07-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:42:20.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Its raining at 7 pm today, as usual i drive back home, thought of getting a cup of bubble tea along the way, but too bad, its closed already when i reached there. i've been craving for malt pearl tea for almost 3 days ... Its a thursday and thursday is pasar malam day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I step in the house feeling quite miserable, and found the house empty. Its time to eat, and there's the pasar malam with all those food waiting for you to grab it. Called my mum, but she will be having dinner with her colleague from Singapore. Then the sad thing is that, i'll have to walk pasar malam alone. I cant call jeannie, i cant call lishian, neither i could call yen. Christal is somewhere in her apartment i think, but dont know why i didnt call her, she should rest i think. And so, this 'trip' has gave me an insight that at a familiar place, the familiar faces, voices and chats can one day be gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I felt an sickening pain of reality that nothing on earth last forever. And i could not always keep my friends beside me, as everyone of us have dreams to achieve and plans in their life. I treasure this friendship dearly, and if we are going to be separated in different continents, or different states, or different cities, say out loudly that you have wonderful friends that had grow up together with you, why they are special, how they have carved a picture in your life, and the great things that we've did together, esp to your kids if you have your own family in the future, and pass this on to them, to make good friends and grow up with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It didnt take me long to realize that most of the thing that i do, i will suddenly thought about the things that they had said, how comfortable the conversations were, the company, and the silly ideas and stuff we did or want to do. Blame the rain, its raining quite often nowadays in the city of PJ, and my work is kinda taxing, think i offended my assistant manager just now at the meeting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hahaha, anyways, u people out there please stay healthy, everyone's most important angel is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Health Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-684580903120009238?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/684580903120009238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=684580903120009238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/684580903120009238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/684580903120009238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-9142978845831112909</id><published>2007-07-19T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:08:41.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cut &amp; dye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Its been a long time since you guys have last seen me... and as usual i still like the less troublesome short hair, so i went to peek-a-boo for the first time to try out their service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In the making...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp5CIg3f-4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q5WkVHl94Eo/s1600-h/071507142203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088577343004343170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp5CIg3f-4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q5WkVHl94Eo/s320/071507142203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Deng deng deng deng....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not too bad la hoh.. a lot of people say nice le..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But i like my original hair colour more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp5CIg3f-5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iGWRnbIvhMo/s1600-h/071707102456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088577343004343186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp5CIg3f-5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iGWRnbIvhMo/s320/071707102456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp5CIw3f-6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jwoketGruPg/s1600-h/071707102600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088577347299310498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp5CIw3f-6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/jwoketGruPg/s320/071707102600.jpg" 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/7330323660408539427-9142978845831112909?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9142978845831112909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=9142978845831112909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/9142978845831112909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/9142978845831112909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/hair-cut-die.html' title='Hair cut &amp; dye'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp5CIg3f-4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Q5WkVHl94Eo/s72-c/071507142203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-8650859742551165448</id><published>2007-07-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:33:24.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;That day was such a perfect day, blue sky with clouds and the sun shining brightly on top of our heads. My car road tax died and i wasnt able to relive it on time, so Si Diane decided: "OK la, saya pandu." Here begins our journey to Melaka, and for the first time, with Si Diane only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088569435969551106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp468Q3f-wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/302-2OI_rMs/s320/071007140104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Driving very attentively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088569435969551090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp468Q3f-vI/AAAAAAAAADs/WKUOO65S3cM/s320/071007140126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This is some of the pics i took when i went down to Melaka with Si Diane. Due to the fact that i'm the cameraman, most of the pics have Si Diane inside it. Look at her cam-whoring, memang beh tahan... even the po po behind her also say; Aiyo, kua buei lok liao la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088569431674583778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp468A3f-uI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZavEWgE1VSY/s320/071007161752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I was very hungry even before i reach Melaka, that's becoz i skipped breakfast. So here comes the nightmare.. I was happily and peacefully eating my rice balls and glurping on my delicious chicken.. "OH MY GOD, YOU EAT LIKE XENA!" Then the both of them start laughing and having fun teasing me how much kai fan i ate.. Then there goes the story when me, chris and yen went down to Melaka.. I can hear XS saying that "WHOA, the whole table full with dishes n they can still call somemore!" Remember gals?? haha that was fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088569440264518418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp468g3f-xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/45BiXXH-MPk/s320/071007162140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh my, I just couldnt have enough of Durian, even the ice kacang also got Durian topping wan..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088569440264518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp468g3f-yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MWGOjamzKLE/s320/071007165453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh then we went to check out some of the ---- (what do you call the remainings of the past? aiya, you know, lazy to look for the word, if you know do inform me..) &amp; then i was fascinated by they beauty of the carvings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088573237015608114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp4-Zg3f-zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xi-5wtYoS3s/s320/071007173124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088573683692206930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp4-zg3f-1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/rS5Lh4N9GQ8/s320/071007173223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088573907030506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp4_Ag3f-3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/NidZRED3m0g/s320/071007173203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;All i can show you guys is these few pics only, wanna see more? Ask XS and Si Diane to post their pics... Inside XS cam got tribute to miss Jeannie le.. hahaha ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-8650859742551165448?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8650859742551165448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=8650859742551165448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/8650859742551165448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/8650859742551165448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/melaka.html' title='Melaka'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp468Q3f-wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/302-2OI_rMs/s72-c/071007140104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-7205831432272593638</id><published>2007-07-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:59:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What is the usual thing men does when waiting for their girlfriends / wife / daughters..or anything to do with femality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This was taken outside of ZARA, damn funny looking ah peks snoring comfortably while waiting for their wife / daughters / mistress / wateva that they are waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088565961341008594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp43yA3f-tI/AAAAAAAAADc/PhsP0Gk4BAI/s320/070807163429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-7205831432272593638?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7205831432272593638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=7205831432272593638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/7205831432272593638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/7205831432272593638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/typical-men.html' title='Typical men'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp43yA3f-tI/AAAAAAAAADc/PhsP0Gk4BAI/s72-c/070807163429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-1658364256708165431</id><published>2007-07-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:52:02.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hello everybodee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Durian season is here! Miss them?? I went and eat with Christal the other day in ss2, 40 bucks digested in the stomach just like that... But its worth it! Dont care! Durian rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp42zw3f-qI/AAAAAAAAADE/lBPf20oDFSk/s1600-h/070807170720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088564891894151842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp42zw3f-qI/AAAAAAAAADE/lBPf20oDFSk/s320/070807170720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp420A3f-rI/AAAAAAAAADM/8DgsY7jS90I/s1600-h/070807170732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088564896189119154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp420A3f-rI/AAAAAAAAADM/8DgsY7jS90I/s320/070807170732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp420A3f-sI/AAAAAAAAADU/7zIVbjBdvFk/s1600-h/070807170829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088564896189119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp420A3f-sI/AAAAAAAAADU/7zIVbjBdvFk/s320/070807170829.jpg" 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/7330323660408539427-1658364256708165431?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1658364256708165431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=1658364256708165431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/1658364256708165431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/1658364256708165431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/durian-rocks.html' title='Durian rocks!'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Rp42zw3f-qI/AAAAAAAAADE/lBPf20oDFSk/s72-c/070807170720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-6823989423639884467</id><published>2007-07-13T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:56:35.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A backache that stretches up to your brain, pulling the nerves that are connected with each other, and it pulls like as if there is a tug-of-war going on up there. It lasted for the whole day. If I knew it was going to be this pain, I wouldn't have let it come out of my eyes. I would have took a boxing glove and punch myself on the face and ask myself to stop crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not hurt yourselve by crying. It makes your eyes swell, your body feels numb, it gives you a heavy head and worst of all, it hurts you on the inside. If you had to, bury your head in the freezer, freeze your senses, and cool down. The problems aren't worth the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fergie actually sang one song very suitable for this - big girls don't cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dedicated to all my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-6823989423639884467?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6823989423639884467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=6823989423639884467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/6823989423639884467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/6823989423639884467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/backache-that-stretches-up-to-your.html' title='Dont cry'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-3800364141145946149</id><published>2007-07-11T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:17:15.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing my new phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nice? Bet you. Got this for a price of my one month salary... *freakin expensive.. but when u lay ur hands on it... Damn..this is worth it man.. in terms of touch, looks, and sound.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;u can even treat it as a mirror, look at its capability to reflect! Do i sound like some kampung girl who owns a chun phone? not too bad la hoh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RpRJYZ6HxTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/61hwOQM2LYQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085770562828485938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RpRJYZ6HxTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/61hwOQM2LYQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RpRJYZ6HxUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JLDB9nB2iH4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085770562828485954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RpRJYZ6HxUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JLDB9nB2iH4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7330323660408539427-3800364141145946149?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/3800364141145946149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=3800364141145946149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/3800364141145946149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/3800364141145946149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/introducing-my-new-phone.html' title='Introducing my new phone'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RpRJYZ6HxTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/61hwOQM2LYQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-6066069908414366688</id><published>2007-07-07T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:46:30.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hey yo people! It was quite a fun weekend, as i already did what i've longed for... PAINTBALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was so cool i will do it again and again, with different groups &amp; strategies... It's a must play in your lifetime!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I went with my mom n her colleagues, it was for a future leaders training programme. Fortunately for me, one of the participant wasn't able to attend, I fit in perfectly. Plus, its free, everything was paid by the company. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8fs56HxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/FHuySrbABlk/s1600-h/070607192023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084317360643884130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8fs56HxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/FHuySrbABlk/s320/070607192023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084326161031873794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8ntJ6HxQI/AAAAAAAAACc/PZ4agFJ_2JQ/s320/070607192736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084326169621808402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8ntp6HxRI/AAAAAAAAACk/_IBI0cRTi5c/s320/070607194055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084326178211743010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8nuJ6HxSI/AAAAAAAAACs/NDDJuMsIKWc/s320/070607195332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084320835272426658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8i3J6HxKI/AAAAAAAAABs/NVSXPFOlBKk/s320/070607210547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084320848157328562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8i356HxLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K8FSInBwuOU/s320/070607210637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084320856747263170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8i4Z6HxMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ngVk-Qhg3cg/s320/070607210811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084320865337197778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8i456HxNI/AAAAAAAAACE/6MglcxJ-4cs/s320/070607210823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322712173135074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8kkZ6HxOI/AAAAAAAAACM/dzMqmZ5cokE/s320/070707133205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322716468102386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8kkp6HxPI/AAAAAAAAACU/bpLGBLUSLQA/s320/070607211547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*signing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-6066069908414366688?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6066069908414366688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=6066069908414366688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/6066069908414366688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/6066069908414366688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/paintball.html' title='Paintball!'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro8fs56HxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/FHuySrbABlk/s72-c/070607192023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-4363894242104839270</id><published>2007-07-06T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:33:25.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This is a tribute to the China Bugger. U wan Penang Asam Laksa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wahahaha.. Come get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3hu56HxFI/AAAAAAAAABE/2zvovjVvcjY/s1600-h/062807221553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083967750305989714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3hu56HxFI/AAAAAAAAABE/2zvovjVvcjY/s320/062807221553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;U have to forgive me, i'm paid to surf the net also. hahaha. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-4363894242104839270?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4363894242104839270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=4363894242104839270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/4363894242104839270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/4363894242104839270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3hu56HxFI/AAAAAAAAABE/2zvovjVvcjY/s72-c/062807221553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-2755703302973589947</id><published>2007-07-06T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:09:18.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Waja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today seem to be any other day, unlikely so, when i went out to get the car preparing to go work, there he is, sitting in the car awaiting for somebody, then he called : Where is Mr. Lai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I thought. Another fella waiting for him. So SICK of seeing all these people looking for him. I told him that he left early, not around, he doesnt seem to be convinced. Anyway, I couldnt be bothered, so I ignored him &amp; put my stuff in the waja. Then my mom came &amp;amp; question the waja's front screen.. i didnt realized it was smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys may be familiar with this car, yes the one that u guys used to sit in.. it was attacked yesterday by some dunno who idiots.. *suspect - one of Mr.Lai's debtors.. i suppose..who else could that be..hmm...it could be anybody..* so Mr.Lai went to call the police to hush that fella waiting outside my house, &amp; prepare to make a police report about the smashed screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tahu... road tax expired, cant make any report till we renew it. then Mr.Lai will write that report wateva shit n say that its that fella who did it. How can? No proof. I just hope in the meantime no one will come disturb (quite unlikely) -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3bJ56HxDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xoCF7jCKPo4/s1600-h/070607095825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083960517581063218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3bJ56HxDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xoCF7jCKPo4/s320/070607095825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3bKJ6HxEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R_gzNLxiIxw/s1600-h/070607095842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083960521876030530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3bKJ6HxEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R_gzNLxiIxw/s320/070607095842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7330323660408539427-2755703302973589947?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2755703302973589947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=2755703302973589947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/2755703302973589947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/2755703302973589947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-poor-waja.html' title='My Poor Waja'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro3bJ56HxDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xoCF7jCKPo4/s72-c/070607095825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-373543857576835516</id><published>2007-07-06T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:36:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my CONVO</title><content type='html'>Hey yo People... miss me already?? ;D haha.. just to update u guys what did christal n me busy doing 2 weeks before. We went shopping 4 days straight, looking for a nice dress, shoes &amp; make up, i even spend time at her place learning how to make up so i dont turn up looking like a mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what u see on these pics are christal's creation (since she's already half bored to death), its pretty good (have to admit) hahaha.. a friend even told me i have become a woman (previously i was a boy) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convocation makes you feel u're like some artist attending awards shows, countless flashes n posses in front of a sea of camera brands, although they say its certificate ceremony, it acts more like a gathering catching up what your coursemates were doing for the pass 6 months... &amp;amp; more posses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daddy &amp; mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro0jLp6HxBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aKcSNUliwbc/s1600-h/P6240026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083758237506323474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro0jLp6HxBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aKcSNUliwbc/s320/P6240026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my left hand &amp; right hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro0jL56HxCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NuKa6PiQs7c/s1600-h/P6240034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083758241801290786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro0jL56HxCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NuKa6PiQs7c/s320/P6240034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vain ppl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro0dSp6HxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H0B4bUZsVsc/s1600-h/P6240066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083751760695641090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro0dSp6HxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H0B4bUZsVsc/s320/P6240066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately i cant upload the rest of the selected pics, stupid streamyx..'page cannot be displayed...' wateva.. damn suck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, will updoad soon.. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-373543857576835516?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/373543857576835516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=373543857576835516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/373543857576835516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/373543857576835516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-convo.html' title='my CONVO'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/Ro0jLp6HxBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aKcSNUliwbc/s72-c/P6240026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-1781184232370906475</id><published>2007-06-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:51:38.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C O O L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RoTiDJ6Hw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N2W6TUxhHMM/s1600-h/comrade%20in(each%20others)%20arms%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081434823407944674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RoTiDJ6Hw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N2W6TUxhHMM/s320/comrade%2520in(each%2520others)%2520arms%2520group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RoTiDp6Hw_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tKJvAdSmhMw/s1600-h/grow%20old%20along%20with%20me%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081434831997879282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RoTiDp6Hw_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tKJvAdSmhMw/s320/grow%2520old%2520along%2520with%2520me%2520group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Liza introduced me this interesting site that groups illustrators in asia &amp;amp; WHOA..! Stuff there are beautiful and i'm particularly interested in this one because it was entertaining.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To see more of his works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://muneatsacow.livejournal.com/63126.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;http://muneatsacow.livejournal.com/63126.html#cutid1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; and entertain yourself with some interesting ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Where do i got to know him? =&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startdrawing.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;www.startdrawing.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;teel then :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-1781184232370906475?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1781184232370906475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=1781184232370906475' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/1781184232370906475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/1781184232370906475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/c-o-o-l.html' title='C O O L'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGzoWe_PFHM/RoTiDJ6Hw-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N2W6TUxhHMM/s72-c/comrade%2520in(each%2520others)%2520arms%2520group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330323660408539427.post-9181706289584131</id><published>2007-06-27T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:55:35.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvelly has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;YEAH! please believe this do not not believe this i'm having my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally wanted one because i'm darn bored in my mum's office waiting again for instructions... SIENZZZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess who i bumped to just now? Aunty julie - oh my she looks so different at work i couldn't recognize her until she tapped on me.. hahaha damn paiseh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay tuned! while i sort out all the pics that's in my garage :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7330323660408539427-9181706289584131?l=marvellyberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9181706289584131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7330323660408539427&amp;postID=9181706289584131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/9181706289584131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7330323660408539427/posts/default/9181706289584131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvellyberry.blogspot.com/2007/06/marvelly-has-arrived.html' title='Marvelly has arrived!'/><author><name>Meech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263987268791200552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
